tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61097533805600653032011-12-12T10:29:36.012-08:00Indulging in a creative outlet of expression through word and imagery.Daniellenoreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109753380560065303.post-66989162326341198222009-07-22T19:37:00.000-07:002009-07-22T20:04:53.721-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGVoyXBG8nE/SmfTRvT38XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/z89n7qVgsE8/s1600-h/url.htm"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGVoyXBG8nE/SmfTRvT38XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/z89n7qVgsE8/s320/url.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361486183118926194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGVoyXBG8nE/SmfTIbxlddI/AAAAAAAAADI/hVDeMuhkc_4/s1600-h/Hippie.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DGVoyXBG8nE/SmfTIbxlddI/AAAAAAAAADI/hVDeMuhkc_4/s320/Hippie.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361486023256012242" /></a><br /><br /> The hippie subculture was originally a youth movement that began in the United States during the early 1960s and spread around the world. The word hippie derives from hipster, and was initially used to describe beatniks who had moved into San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury district. These people inherited the counter cultural values of the Beat Generation, created their own communities, listened to psychedelic rock, embraced the sexual revolution, and used drugs such as cannabis and LSD to explore alternative states of consciousness.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6109753380560065303-6698916232634119822?l=illjillspokensense.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniellenoreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109753380560065303.post-47430152708950852612009-05-17T08:56:00.000-07:002009-05-17T09:20:05.847-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGVoyXBG8nE/ShA5DG164mI/AAAAAAAAACg/zR7Ve9mvoAg/s1600-h/Woman+Before+a+Mirror_Picasso.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DGVoyXBG8nE/ShA5DG164mI/AAAAAAAAACg/zR7Ve9mvoAg/s320/Woman+Before+a+Mirror_Picasso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336828283973198434" /></a><br />This song was written in 1972. The words still ring true to this day and will probably do so for centuries to come. It's a shame how women are displayed in the media. Turn on your TV, scroll online, flip a magazine and what will you find? A woman being portrayed as something less than what she truly is, a perfect being that gives life.<br /> <br /><br /> <span style="font-weight:bold;">Woman is the Nigger of the World<br /> John Lennon</span><br /> <br /><br /> <span style="font-style:italic;">Woman is the nigger of the world<br /> Yes she is...think about it<br /> Woman is the nigger of the world<br /> Think about it...do something about it<br /><br /> We make her paint her face and dance<br /> If she won’t be slave, we say that she don’t love us<br /> If she’s real, we say she’s trying to be a man<br /> While putting her down we pretend that she is above us<br /><br /> Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is<br /> If you don’t believe me take a look to the one you’re with<br /> Woman is the slaves of the slaves<br /> Ah yeah...better scream about it<br /><br /> We make her bear and raise our children<br /> And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother then<br /> We tell her home is the only place she would be<br /> Then we complain that she’s too unworldly to be our friend<br /><br /> Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is<br /> If you don’t believe me take a look to the one you’re with<br /> Woman is the slaves of the slaves<br /> Yeah (think about it)<br /><br /> We insult her everyday on TV<br /> And wonder why she has no guts or confidence<br /> When she’s young we kill her will to be free<br /> While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb<br /><br /> Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is<br /> If you don’t believe me take a look to the one you’re with<br /> Woman is the slaves of the slaves<br /> Yes she is...if you believe me, you better scream about it.<br /><br /> We make her paint her face and dance<br /> We make her paint her face and dance<br /> We make her paint her face and dance</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6109753380560065303-4743015270895085261?l=illjillspokensense.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniellenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109753380560065303.post-47302791475962431452009-05-02T14:32:00.000-07:002009-05-02T14:39:10.827-07:00She reads the pages clouded in her memory<br />Trying to fight the fear<br />Lost all fear of notice ability<br />Wish, wash one second<br />Calm and collected the next<br />Grab a pen or brush and try to express<br />The best time to do so, when scattered thoughts are just that<br />Scattered<br />Not feeling like reading, studying or TV<br />So, I grab a pen and pad<br />It's the only way to free me<br />Might start one day and finish the next<br />But that may be the only way to get respect<br />Don't rush excellence<br />Rather be patient<br />Practically the only way to make it<br />this day and age<br />How'd we get so far<br />When she only flipped the page<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6109753380560065303-4730279147596243145?l=illjillspokensense.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniellenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109753380560065303.post-87195352967711923142009-03-09T18:47:00.000-07:002009-03-09T18:55:05.216-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGVoyXBG8nE/SbXHBRT2vHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Fgnf0T3Efxk/s1600-h/Trainfree.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGVoyXBG8nE/SbXHBRT2vHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Fgnf0T3Efxk/s320/Trainfree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311370160193846386" /></a><br /><br />I want to be free from you and me<br />I want to be happy<br />It seems that most are the opposite<br />Posing fake roles to gain acceptance<br />Escaping is easy<br />Try facing reality for once<br />Smoking pot to kill time<br />Literally<br />I need to be free<br />Let’s ride a train together<br />Let’s escape reality without lack of morality<br />Let’s be responsible<br />Until the job is done<br />Than we can slack off<br />And have some fun<br />But, for now all I have is this ride<br />Simple and cheap<br />Yet, it does the trick<br />Forget all your problems with an “all aboard”<br />Are we there?<br />I don’t want to get off yet<br />Change is something that is not accepted<br />Unchanging is an uncomfortable comfort that most seek out<br />I don’t want to follow the crowd<br />I want to break all conformity's<br />Fuck categories, I defy those<br />Innocence lost at such a young age<br />Deteriorating feelings towards another lost soul<br />Only basing opinions of one an others actions<br />Words don't amaze or comfort me<br />They disgust me<br />Lying to my face does no justice<br />There is no justice<br />Just us...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6109753380560065303-8719535296771192314?l=illjillspokensense.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniellenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109753380560065303.post-90174406542236876422009-02-16T10:00:00.000-08:002009-02-16T11:00:49.782-08:00I am finally realizing that reaching your dreams is not as easy as it seems. It feels good to accomplish goals and get things done, however this day and age you pretty much have to purchase your dreams in order for them to become reality. You have to purchase your life and your future in order to feel accomplished. Patience seems like a menial task when time starts to pass rapidly. Making big decisions always seems to conflict with money. Important things go down the drain because people are infatuated with having a fat bankroll. How can the life of our country be in the hands of one sickening mind? Thank goodness for the inauguration of Obama. That just gives light to the fact that there is some hope to this country's future.<br /><br />2008, the end of an error...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6109753380560065303-9017440654223687642?l=illjillspokensense.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniellenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109753380560065303.post-66080837331653975662009-02-13T12:03:00.000-08:002009-02-13T12:09:38.781-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGVoyXBG8nE/SZXQame5goI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Yh--F30Mdps/s1600-h/east+coast+052.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DGVoyXBG8nE/SZXQame5goI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Yh--F30Mdps/s320/east+coast+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302373291723948674" /></a><br /><br />Voice for the voiceless<br />Hope for the hopeless<br />Can we get a little hope for the voiceless<br />So they can have a voice; they'll wait patiently<br />While I speak for them<br />In the meantime<br />My voice is cracking<br />In between time<br />I can't speak anymore<br />I really hope the hopeless get a voice<br />At least one word<br />That's all they really need<br />A chance to tell their story<br />Cause everyone has a story to tell<br />Even the invisible, famished ones<br />Covering dark alleyways and corners<br />Those who walk in silence have the most to say<br />Sick of the day<br />Sleep it off or find a means to escape<br />We be shootin' H or more socialized ways<br />AA advocates with their paper bags<br />One day clean<br />One month clean<br />Get your key chains y'all<br />So where do we stay?<br />No place to run away<br />You run from yourself<br />That's how we got here in the first place<br />What a shame?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6109753380560065303-6608083733165397566?l=illjillspokensense.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniellenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109753380560065303.post-50869869082462067082009-02-02T11:08:00.000-08:002009-02-02T11:09:50.052-08:00How did we all become so blind?<br />Blind to the media, that is over saturated with bullshit<br />Blind to the politics, that are run by confusion<br />Blind to the never ending war with ourselves and the world<br />Blind to the hunger, from the city streets to the third world countries<br />Blind to the greed, which is prevalent in you and me<br />Blind to the famine, which is occurring as we speak<br />Blind to the violence, which is at a rising high<br />Blind to the love that is given and received<br />Blind to the beauty that is hidden underneath<br />Only seeing what you want<br />Revealing nothing but untruth<br />When we will all wake up?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6109753380560065303-5086986908246206708?l=illjillspokensense.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniellenoreply@blogger.com1