Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts

Somehow a mutation of Digital Circlism. Instead of placing perfect circles on a black background, this is made with thousands of irregular shapes. You can view some details and the work in progress here below.

Work in progress (click to enlarge):
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Some details:
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Details - A Little Girl Dreaming (Ben Heine)
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(See it on Flickr)

Magic instant. A picture I took in Braives, Belgium, not long ago. Model: Caroline Madison. The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX11, provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd.

Dedicated to and with Caroline Madison. If you wish, you can view a random detail HERE. The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX11, provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd.

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Freedom is not far, make a wish... I intended to represent a girl walking above clouds from one pyramid's top to another. I wanted to express a dream I had recently. I hope you can feel it too. This is a picture I took from a plane a few weeks ago when I traveled to Italy. I also made the quick sketch. The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10, provided by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd. (See the whole Pencil Vs Camera album on Flickr)

(See it on DeviantArt)
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I want to D R E A M !
(I made here a very simple sketch,
just an idea with a few lines and shapes)
See the whole "Pencil Vs Camera" album.

Barack Obama's
Challenges

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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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Together We Can

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

I want to chance all yes change all
Give me your hope and I have a call
For I am the man for your destiny
Yes sing with me - that's me!

Living isn’t easy if love isn’t growing
We have a new call now worth knowing
I just need to have you by my side
Take a moment and hold me tight

This isn’t easy for me you know
To build it all up and let it grow
I need your help and to be with me here
Stand by my side close and near

The rivers are going to fall a long way
Before we can give a prosper day
But if you will jus build with me
Yes we can! - Yes we can, hope again see

I want to make this a better place
For everyone to have their days
To live and make good of what they do
Together we can! - Yes it’s up to you

I didn't say it would be very easy
We come along way and it’s been breezy
But trust me to build you a hope
And I shall try to be your strong robe

I want to chance all yes change all
Give me your hope and I have a call
For I am the man for your destiny
Yes sing with me - that's me!

Living isn’t easy if love isn’t growing
We have a new call now worth knowing
I just need to have you by my side
Take a moment and hold me tight

I told you yes we can make and stop
Build the future reach the top
I am counting on you to help me
Lent me your hand and it shall be

The rivers are going to fall a long way
Before we can give a prosper day
But if you will just build with me
Yes we can! - Yes we can, hope again see

I want to make this a better place
For everyone to have their days
To live and make good of what they do
Together we can! - Yes it’s up to you

The rivers are going to fall a long way
The rivers are going to fall a long way

Give me your hope and I have a call
For I am the man for your destiny
Yes, sing with me! - That’s me, that’s me

Yes we can, yes we can
Together we can
Build up our hope and dreams

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How big a change
can Obama produce?


Comparisons with presidencies that produced
historic changes in direction are overstated.
More like a rebalancing seems in the cards.

By Ted Van Dyk (*)

National media and pundits have seized on the theme that President Obama's new budget, released last week, represents an historic change of direction akin to those taken by Presidents Franklin Roosevelt in 1933, Lyndon Johnson in 1965, and Ronald Reagan in 1981. It represents change, all right, but a close look at the earlier examples might make it seem less momentous than billed.

More likely, it represents one of the periodic rebalancings we take in domestic policy between those responsibilities taken by the public and private sectors — but never far from a moderate middle. The so-called historic turn being taken by Obama is more a course correction, putting us somewhere between the Johnson and Reagan models

One reason for this prediction is the fact that the Obama budget is based on optimistic assumptions that were dealt a blow Friday when data indicated the economy will be slower than previously anticipated in pulling out of recession. That also means that federal tax revenues accordingly will be fewer than those necessary to pay for the Obama domestic initiatives. Resource constraints, interest-group opposition, and a Congress accustomed to having the final say will certainly slow if not stop much of the Obama program.

>>> Read the full article
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Image Hunter
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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Eyes of the First Light


A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Strings of care for in summer's night
Beautiful days of its glowing shades
On to early cock-crow coming bright
Every glistening start to muted fades
Days and looks of the drifting clouds
With flowers to touch and hours to feel
Summer in misty and woody shrouds
So much of reason and so much unreal

Sky of the night here is glistening on
Through going lights of the Milky Way
Carrying old dreams till they're gone
In the rousing of a freshly instinctive day
Eyes of the first light brightening high
Through every rising opening new glow
Every of life's footfall again will try
To experience its existence and then go

Day is so easy at dawn's early gleam
When the daylight hour begins to show
When veracity is nothing but a dream
A torch of a morning increasing in slow
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One Nation (Move On)
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© 2008 - Ben Heine
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The following piece is thepoetryman's MoveOn.org Barack Obama Video Contest entry.

If you like it please follow this link and vote. While you're at it, and while you're on the vote page, you will see the video html embed code and the link code, please place the link code on your site for your visitors and if they are inclined to vote for it they can do so via the page that follows and it will count extra toward thepoetryman's video's chances of winning.

The video is based on my potraits of Barack Obama and Martin Luther king.
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Vote now!
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Changing Masks
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We Wear The Mask
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By Paul Lawrence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

(The poem appeared on Dunbarsite.org)

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Life's Melody
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Here Comes
My Melody

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By Peter S. Quinn

Here comes my melody outside
Heart looked in its beat
Every hour from the indoors hide
Easy comes nowhere street

Love song of ‘a going to nowhere’
Always again from its cast
Footsteps so softly from there
Into the grime are now lost

Day of my day through emotions
Longing to dream there on
Like the wind in its erosion
Till it has blown and gone

Telling you nothing is real
Only the rivers of hearts crying
Do what you most and you feel
Each in your way complying

Now that I have again instigated
It's time to leave once more
Otherwise time wouldn't be activated
Only be stranded in on 'nothing for'

Here comes my melody to sing
With the crowds going this morning
Some notions are not for the lasting
Into times sentimental corning

(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)

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Dominika Timoszuk
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(Ben Heine © Cartoons)
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Dreamy Invader


By Dominika Timoszuk

You and You
always in my dreams
Real, so real
only when I sleep
Close, too close
makes me feel afraid
That my whisper
will reveal
will betray
that You were here

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The 2 persons represented are my dear friends
Dominika Timoszuk and Leszek Boltruczuk.
Dominika graduated in law and got a master degree
in criminology. However, she is rather interested in arts and
literature. She also loves music and sings in her rockband
and sometimes writes about life observations.

Visit Dominika's great blog, "Inner Light"

All the poems posted here are by Dominika Timoszuk.

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Under my skin

By Dominika Timoszuk

Nothing new under my skin:
Blood perversely rushes through veins
Every move strains my muscles
Every heartbeat closes Death.

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Nirvana of Mine

By Dominika Timoszuk

A thoughtless moment-
joyful nonexistance
With no past behind me-
laugh at ego persistence.

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I'm every woman

By Dominika Timoszuk

I'm every woman
Craving for attention
Sweet lies
not to mention

A walking contradiction
Within just one month
Anything can happen
That is woman's life.

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Against Disabilism

By Dominika Timoszuk

Come in handy Handicapped
Show us how to treasure
What we take for granted
Without having a measure

For we can walk
and march for war
For we can speak
but tell all lies

Handicapped we are
Though having all we need
With no compasion- mentally ill
Looking so fine- rotten underneath

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Sweet Dreaming

By Dominika Timoszuk

Again-the dreaming-
And that sweet, sweet feeling
when the dream slips woken mind.

And moment of truth
You're gone, no more us-two
And again I'm all alone.

A banal cliché
Fatal anyway
I'm killing the dream
Stuck in reality.

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Provoking Myself

By Dominika Timoszuk

I dreamt of hugging that made me shiver
I dreamt of sucking that made me blush
I dreamt of licking that made me give her
the whole small prudish world of mine

And then I woke up and right beside me
There was she lying stark naked, so pleased
And realised it wasn't just dreaming
And here I go- a totally new Me.

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Wind in my Hair

By Dominika Timoszuk

Wind in my hair
Euphemism today
Can't blame the wind
It's blowing like hell

Drops from the sky
Euphemism once more
Can't blame the rain
It wets me to the core.

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Long ago

By Dominika Timoszuk

When the past comes back
And gets sitted right beside You
Then you realise
That it is all behind You

And the words he says don't hurt
Though they still make melody
Though the looks can't deceive
No they can't, indeed!

And though moment gets me stuck
In- between realities
There's no place for regrets
Only pleasure memories

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The Verses from the Bus

By Dominika Timoszuk

The fragility of Fate!
Though Fate seems so grave
That's just an illusion
The mix, the fusion

Of impossibility
Of ridiculous

The mingle of you and me
Sweet, sour, loving, mean
Exaggeration, duration
Of our small nation

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While drunk...

By Dominika Timoszuk

Drunk in my mind
Physically sober
That is my way
to survive October

Soon to come winter
Freezes my cheer
Leaves cover my bed
Need You to warm me Dear

I deeply hope
Like nature blooms
That in the spring
I'll also do

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The Handicapped

By Dominika Timoszuk

Come in handy Handicapped
Show us how to treasure
What we take for granted
Without having a measure

For we can walk
and march for war
For we can speak
but tell all lies

Handicapped we are
Though having all we need
With no compasion- mentally ill
Looking so fine- rotten underneath

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Sad Conclusion

By Dominika Timoszuk

Don't worry, be happy
Friday the Thirteenth
Nothing bad can happen
Except for this:

You spill the milk all over
You crush Your shiny Rover
You really deadly miss her
You stain your favourite T-shirt

Don't worry, be happy
Saturday- Fourteenth
Nothing bad will happen
Except for this:

You...

On and on all over
Like on the carousel
Life chases destiny
Through triviality...

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The Greed

By Dominika Timoszuk

Oh, God's little malice
Forbiding the greed
When it's all people's nature
The craving for life

To grab it and taste it
With their mouths full
They mumble sinning
always yearn for more

Insatiable desire
Never to be fullfilled
But that urge lasts forever
But that is all in vain.
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