Random Man in a
Random World

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Random Man

By Peter S. Quinn

He is “just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,... See More
Making his random steps to somewhere.

Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.

Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.

He has a dream that must come true,
It’s for the world to be all new,
Step by step in a noble peace.

Random man come and give,
Everything that you can live,
In your ideal world of love
That tomorrow must be full of.

Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.

Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.

He “is just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,
Making his random steps to somewhere.

(Parody to the Beatles song, “Nowhere Man”)

© 2010 - Ben Heine

MIKA - 2
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I intend to make other portraits and caricatures
of the great Mika in the coming weeks/months.
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MIKA is a London-based, Grammy-nominated
and BRIT Award-winning singer-songwriter.

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© 2009 - Ben Heine

MIKA

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This is a quick painting, it's kind of unfinished
(especially the hair and t-shirt), but I like it this way.
I intend to make at least 10 other portraits and
caricatures of the great Mika in the coming weeks.

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MIKA is a London-based, Grammy-nominated
and BRIT Award-winning singer-songwriter.

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© 2009 - Ben Heine

Relaxing On The Grass
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A picture I took around Oxford in England
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Engaging
Hands of
Earth

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Engaging hands of earth - you touch us still
Around and round in every transparent dream
Each bleaching falling glisten in quietness seem
Dear sweet autumn that my yearnings fulfill
Your smooth earthen mixture of shadings to thrill
With stars in your hair of yellow brown stream
Summer of gold is now leaving in gleam
Giving to dim every song in its skill

Withering dark to the changing grass confer
With ground tincturing that dresses the leaves
In the placid of days that are going by
Now is the time of full harvesting year
Just before tomorrow comes in with grieves:
Crack of dawn calm and the red clouded sky
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