French Quarter Carriage — Image by kenne
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Cosmic Vessels 1 comment
Cosmic Vessels — Photo Artistry by kenne
You are my vessel
We share the words of life,
An I and a You.
On the risks and thralls
Of life we sing blissful songs,
Overjoyed with love.
We live in the word
Forming a relationship,
Trusting the response.
The inscription reads:
“Mere air, these words,
but delicious to hear.”
— kenne
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Rouses Market, New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Rouses Market is at the corner of St Phillip and Royal,
a block and a half from where we stayed,
Place D’Armes on St Annes.
— kenne
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Mt. Lemmon Indian Paintbrush Among the Ferns — Image by kenne
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Abstract Art Number 627 2 comments
Number 627 — Computer Art by kenne
Without a thought
you began
and evolved
into what,
I do not know —
whatever you
want it to be.
— kenne
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When It Comes To People’s Safety Money Wins Out Every Time Leave a comment
Gil Scott Heron — Grunge Art by kenneIt stands out on a highway
Like a Creature from another time.
It inspires the babies’ questions,
“What’s that?”
For their mothers as they ride.
But no one stopped to think about the babies
Or how they would survive,
And we almost lost Detroit
This time.
How would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
Just thirty miles from Detroit
Stands a giant power station.
It ticks each night as the city sleeps
Seconds from anniahlation.
But no one stopped to think about the people
Or how they would survive,
And we almost lost Detroit
This time.
How would we ever get over
Over loosing our minds?
The sherrif of Monroe county had,
Sure enough disasters on his mind,
And what would karen Silkwood say
If she was still alive?
Like a Creature from another time.
It inspires the babies’ questions,
“What’s that?”
For their mothers as they ride.
But no one stopped to think about the babies
Or how they would survive,
And we almost lost Detroit
This time.
How would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
Just thirty miles from Detroit
Stands a giant power station.
It ticks each night as the city sleeps
Seconds from anniahlation.
But no one stopped to think about the people
Or how they would survive,
And we almost lost Detroit
This time.
How would we ever get over
Over loosing our minds?
The sherrif of Monroe county had,
Sure enough disasters on his mind,
And what would karen Silkwood say
If she was still alive?
That when it comes to people’s safety
Money wins out every time.
And we almost lost Detroit
This time, this time.
How would we ever get over
Over loosing our minds?
You see, we almost lost Detroit
That time.
Almost lost Detroit
That time.
And how would we ever get over…
Cause odds are,
We gonna loose somewhere, one time.
Odds are
We gonna loose somewhere sometime.
And how would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
And how would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
Didn’t they, didn’t they decide?
Almost lost Detroit
That time.
Damn near totally destroyed,
One time.
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
We almost lost detroit…
Money wins out every time.
And we almost lost Detroit
This time, this time.
How would we ever get over
Over loosing our minds?
You see, we almost lost Detroit
That time.
Almost lost Detroit
That time.
And how would we ever get over…
Cause odds are,
We gonna loose somewhere, one time.
Odds are
We gonna loose somewhere sometime.
And how would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
And how would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
Didn’t they, didn’t they decide?
Almost lost Detroit
That time.
Damn near totally destroyed,
One time.
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
We almost lost detroit…
— Gil Scott Heron – We almost Lost Detroit
Watch YouTube Video, “We Almost Lost Detroit” — https://www.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=cpNUqNe0U5g
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Door In The French Quarter 1 comment
Doors are for Opening (A Door In The French Quarter) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Doors are for Opening
My serious apprehension of being
Is freed by acts of becoming —
Through the task of opening doors,
Where I learn from the past,
Laugh at today’s mistakes, and
Dream about tomorrow.
— kenne
