With a stroke of your brush,
the magic begins,
The lion grows fur and a
proud, golden chin.
The elephant trumpets and
steps off the page,
While a colorful parrot flies
out of its cage.
A blue dolphin leaps from a
bright painted sea,
And a furry brown monkey
swings down from a tree.
A tall striped giraffe reaches
up to the skies,
While a soft bunny hops as
the purple ink dries.
Every animal wakes with a
splash and a gleam,
In the magical book where
the pages can dream.
A golden griffin flies right
off the sheet,
A purple unicorn prances
near your feet.
A friendly sea serpent
splashes in the blue,
While tiny pixies blow
sparkles over you.
Close up the book until next
time they meet.
Love is a kaleidoscope spinning in me
Colors are moods under a rainbow unique
We have soul ties as feelings run free
Like a kite hearts fly high in blue breeze
I see your red face it reads like a book
White words I say trying best to hook
Your loyalty as royalty a glance I took
Through rose colored glass by a brook
Brown eyes that feast on summer silhouette
Seeing you at peace in love there’s no threat
Offer you my hand you never have to guess
Love gave us a chance to be our very best
Rose colored glass I see your kind heart
Finds me at last we shall not purple part
Walking side by side in sun or under stars
Our lavender love is the most beautiful art
Sleepless Nights,
I have trouble at night and don't sleep very well.
The doctor gave me,
funny colored little pills.
Life gave me,
counting sheep one by one.
The bible gave me,
counting my blessings one by one.
WOW!!!
counting blessings really works.
We Feel this Way
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Written By:Amoroso Ardente
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love wonderous redeeming love
yet ponders the need
of love might she love me
in love might she desire me
as lover might I be her concern
for me might she love
fright not I shall
marry thee
from only a position of love
to stand steadfast and unwavering
together as one
you and I together
you as my concern
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Whistling, echoing vocals,
or a single, lonely flute/ocarina line
Rose colored glasses?
No, crimson-colored glasses
To see the lashes
The lashes received
On the broken body of
Agape’s only Son
That endured wrath
On the mass’s behalf, we
We need, He bleeds us
Help us aspire
Look higher than the spire
From the gathering
Paschal Agnus Dei
Righteousness imputed to
All crimson value
We flagrantly sin
A flagrum on Him was used
Your repentance due
From crimson-lensed frames
We can look through to the stains
Washed whiter than snow
The incerating toilet
A merchants dream
Product.
A byproduct environmently
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Music and Dance
ROSE-COLORED GLASSES
“When you think about a show that you used to watch as a kid or as a teenager, you look at it through sort of rose-colored glasses…”Jordana Brewster
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In memory’s soft glow,
the TV screen flickers alive,
time stretches like taffy,
the theme song lingers, a melody
transporting me through the portal of childhood.
The laughter of a cartoon,
the adventure of a western,
the wisdom of a sitcom,
a sprinkle of magic dust,
and suddenly, the mundane was extraordinary.
In the sepia tones of nostalgia,
I find a bittersweet truth:
the rose-colored glasses
tint the past with warmth,
softening the edges of reality.
those moments, though fleeting,
are the roots of who I am,
the laughter still lingers,
and the magic?
It lives on, like a rerun.
Encompassing a broad range of technologies
machines to perform what would usually be
the tasks and chores for humans
concepts that form the foundations
that enable assignments and and tasks
to be performed
concepts form the very being of
artificial intelligence and it's various employment
of specific usage
it's premise was to be used as an understudy
to help the thespians study there roles
Prompt desks and musical interludes included
the robots are the intellecail property
the theather and all the actions between
robot and person are filmed and are
the intellectaul property
of the studio
all words in accordance to the theathers scritps
and music. Even the humming and signing
are all the proerty of the studio or theather
rerecodings are forbiddened unless
contracted or allowed.
Scayles and Chords are conducted
Fibonacci sequence and arithmetic sequences
are arrangement of notes in a scale to the
overall form of a composition
Collaberations between humanoid and person
are contraceed.
Music Generators
Big Roy Versatile 1080
Colored Stones
Topaz to yellow
Piano to daffodils
Emeralds to green
Tall grass is standing
Sapphire to blue
Mountains are sereal
Topaz and sapphire makes emerald
What is your favorite colored stone?
To wear around your neck?
Expensive pleasures
Many stones to choose from
Dwell into evanescence
Glimmering stones are captivating
Amber to orange
Sunset to nightly stars
Ponder through prisms
Colored Stones
I like it when you place me
Up above on a pedestal
I like how you say my name
Even my nickname with love
I like how you chase me
With persistence until I catch you
And flood your face
With lacy licorice kisses
I like your gentle voice
When you ask why I
Haven’t called at all
That days are too long
You make me feel seen
And special and esteem
And it’s enough for me
You can do no wrong
shiny colored bulbs
dangle from fresh pine needles
christmas beauty
Truth isnt what you think today
truth will be true tomorrow too
Truth isnt just what you feel
Its what happened, the facts, the data...
Interpreted truth is our own reality..
Our "rose colored glasses" on life
Psychiatry calls it our "filter" that we interpret the world through...
I dont know how to explain the truth in any simpler terms
To those that dont practice it
I am constantly amazed at the deception and self deception I see
The manipulation and meddleing in others affairs
You gain nothing by bending others to your will... They ususally snap back and are resentful
The truth on that is you can only change yourself...
The Truth... (C) Artimus - Susan Manley 7-19-2005
I wake at the ascension of a golden dawn
to meditate on early morning's mystique
To the amber shoreline, I'm always drawn
It's serenity and tranquility that I seek
How calm the lake's water without a ripple
On a sheet of glass, is my mirrored reflection
I seek its tranquil comfort as a babe, a nipple
To me, this is a moment of sheer perfection
It's hope of a budded flower before it blooms
In solitude, I peer through rose-colored glasses
I feel no dread about what in darkness looms
but too soon, my Pollyanna moment passes
Seven-colored seeds
Are flowers reduce stress
Life's beauty succeeds.
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