The energy in each piece will add joy and wonder to your day…

Screen Shot 2014-06-30 at 1.22.45 PMGarth creates unique art combining wood burning, carving and painting together to create images and characters filled with imagination and energy. Garth grew up and spent most of his life in Oregon prior to moving his family to Maui at the start of 2013. When Garth was young he visited the Hopi reservation in Arizona and has recently reconnected with the Hopi through many visits there over the past 4 years.

A lot of influence from the Hopi can be seen in Garth’s work, his rattles in particular are an ode to that form. Used in ceremonies and having powers beyond our understanding, Garth’s rattles are not just art but invoke the realm of Magic. Just one shake and you can alter the universe they say. From his rattles to his wall hangings Garth puts his heart and soul into each piece he makes and hopes that the energy in each piece will add joy and wonder to your day. https://www.facebook.com/garthmarriottart

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March Into Paris: To march is to stride boldly towards your dreams…

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Since their debut, March into Paris has been making a huge impact on the indie rock scene. As one of Northern California’s most critically acclaimed bands, they regularly blow audiences away with their energetic, some say manic live performances. MiP consists of charismatic powerhouse lead vocalist, Jennifer Cameron, bassist Eric Davis, guitarists Randy Medeiros, Kevin McCarty and drummer K-ris Ayala.

As a Post-Alternative rock band, March into Paris music pulls from many genres to create their ambient, melodic yet aggressive sound. While being compared to some of their influences ( Patti Smith, Soundgraden, Minus The Bear, Coheed and Cambria, A.F.I. ), MiP strives to develop their own unique sonic character of lush verse styles, huge booming choruses and screaming guitar solos.

Just as the City of Lights draws artists of all stripes who come to fulfill their dreams and be who they are, March Into Paris finds itself pushing the boundaries of their art and individual lives. As Eric says, “To march is to stride boldly towards your dreams and make them a reality with triumph in your heart, even if you only have crumbs in your pockets.” MiP works dilligently to embodie a DIY ethos, releasing 2 E.P.’s, 3 singles while booking and playing hundreds of live performances and building a global fan base. To them, indie isn’t something you claim to be, it’s something you have to prove through years of blood, sweat and tears.

Art to me is really within the viewer…

about_2The early foundations of my artistic thought developed in sunny So. Cal with fast music, fast women, fast cars, Tattoo Art, and the interesting dichotomy of our society.

Art to me is really within the viewer.
All I’m trying to do is evoke a feeling.
You make up your mind what it
means to you. Thats it. – Red Pencil aka Richard Day

Richard Day – Pop Art for the “post” Lichtenstein generation – more fun, intricate patterns and design. RD was born in Brookyln NY, and raised in Ventura County; locked up in suburbia, but with a drive and determination that would ultimately lead him out of the Conejo Valley.

Like a re-colored “B” Movie, his life has been about re-invention, constantly re-working his ideas and expanding his imagination, honing his acute sense of style and precision.
He exquisitely blends form and femininity in laser-like accuracy and detail.

Days’ vision – Formed through our individual struggle for freedom, the passion that drives us to break out of the herd mentality, that is choking our liberty. Recognising that each of us in bondage to the strictures of the current milieu. Celebrating the enduring strength of women, who in past days were treated as an ‘under-class’. Depicting their struggle to achieve equality, and how the twisted mores of our time would subvert this progress.

More: http://www.redpencilcreations.com

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My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

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Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

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Dis poem Shall speak of the wretched sea…

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Dis poem by Mutabaruka

Dis poem
Shall speak of the wretched sea
That washed ships to these shores
Of mothers cryin for their young
Swallowed up by the sea
Dis poem shall say nothin new
Dis poem shall speak of time
Time unlimited time undefined
Dis poem shall call names
Names like lumumba kenyatta nkrumah
Hannibal akenaton malcolm garvey
Haile selassie
Dis poem is vexed about apartheid racism fascism
The ku klux klan riots in brixton atlanta
Jim jones
Dis poem is revoltin against 1st world 2nd world
3rd world division man made decision
Dis poem is like all the rest
Dis poem will not be amongst great literary works
Will not be recited by poetry enthusiasts
Will not be quoted by politicians nor men of religion
Dis poem s knives bombs guns blood fire
Blazin for freedom
Yes dis poem is a drum
Ashanti mau mau ibo yoruba nyahbingi warriors
Uhuru uhuru
Uhuru namibia
Uhuru soweto
Uhuru afrika
Dis poem will not change things
Dis poem need to be changed
Dis poem is a rebirth of a peopl
Arizin awaking understandin
Dis poem speak is speakin have spoken
Dis poem shall continue even when poets have stopped writin
Dis poem shall survive u me it shall linger in history
In your mind
In time forever
Dis poem is time only time will tell
Dis poem is still not written
Dis poem has no poet
Dis poem is just a part of the story
His-story her-story our-story the story still untold
Dis poem is now ringin talkin irritatin
Makin u want to stop it
But dis poem will not stop
Dis poem is long cannot be short
Dis poem cannot be tamed cannot be blamed
The story is still not told about dis poem
Dis poem is old new
Dis poem was copied from the bible, your prayer book
Playboy magazine the n.y. times readers digest
The c.I.a. files the k.g.b. files
Dis poem is no secret
Dis poem shall be called boring stupid senseless
Dis poem is watchin u tryin to make sense from dis poem
Dis poem is messin up your brains
Makin u want to stop listenin to dis poem
But u shall not stop listenin to dis poem
U need to know what will be said next in dis poem
Dis poem shall disappoint u
Because
Dis poem is to be continued in your mind in your mind
In your mind your mind

Fearless people, careless needle, Harsh words spoken and lives are broken…

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A Prayer For The Dying by Seal from the “Bring It On” Album

Good song for a rainy day. Dedicated to the Obama Administration:

Fearless people, careless needle
Harsh words spoken and lives are broken
Forceful ageing, help me I’m fading
Heaven’s waiting, it’s time to move on

Crossing that bridge with lessons I’ve learned
Playing with fire and not getting burned
I may not know what you’re going through
But time is the space between me and you
Life carries on, it goes on

Just say die and that would be pessimistic
In your mind we can walk across the water
Please don’t cry it’s just a prayer for the dying
I just don’t know what’s got into me

Been crossin’ that bridge with lessons I’ve learned
Playing with fire and not getting burned
I may not know what you’re going through
But time is the space between me and you

There is a light through that window
Hold on say, “Yes”, While people say, “No”
Life carries on, it goes on

I’m crossing that bridge with lessons I’ve learned
I’m playing with fire and not getting burned
I may not know what you’re going through
But time is the space between me and you

There is a light through that window
Hold on say, “Yes”, While people say, “No”
‘Cause life carries on, it goes on
It goes on, life carries on

When nothing else matters
When nothing else matters
I just don’t know what’s got into me
It’s just a prayer for the dying, for the dying

Songwriters
SEAL, ISIDORE, L. COLEMAN, W. MELOVIN

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Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

Read more: Seal – Prayer For The Dying Lyrics | MetroLyrics

We gonna chase those crazy Baldheads out of town…

bobBob Marley – Crazy Baldheads

Them crazy, them crazy
We gonna chase those crazy
Baldheads out of town
Chase those crazy baldheads
Out of town

I and I build a cabin
I and I plant the corn
Didn’t my people before me
Slave for this country
Now you look me with a scorn
Then you eat up all my corn

We gonna chase those crazy baldheads
Chase them crazy
Chase those crazy baldheads out of town
Build your penitentiary, we build your schools
Brainwash education to make us the fools
Hate is your reward for our love
Telling us of your God above

We gonna chase those crazy
Chase those crazy bunkheads
Chase those crazy baldheads out of town
Here comes the conman
Coming with his con plan
We won’t take no bribe, we got to stay alive

We gonna chase those crazy
Chase those crazy baldheads
Chase those crazy baldheads out of town

Do you care what’s happening around you?

Sunshine-In-Summer-Forest-HD-WallpaperSeason Suite by John Denver (Spring & Summer)

Silently the morning mist is lying on the water, captive moonlight waiting for the dawn.
Softly like a baby’s breath, a breeze begins to whisper.
The sun is coming quick you must be dawn.

Smiling like a superstar the morning comes in singing, the promise of another sunny day.
And all the flowers open up to gather in the sunshine, I do believe that summer’s here to stay.

And do you care what’s happening around you,
do your senses know the changes when they come?
Can you see yourself reflected in the seasons, can you understand the need to carry on?

Riding on the tapestry of all there is to see, so many ways and oh, so many things.
Rejoicing in the differences, there’s no one just like me.
Yet as different as we are, we’re still the same.

And oh, I love the life within me, I feel a part of everything I see.
And oh, I love the life around me, a part of everything is here in me.

Open up your eyes and see the brand new day, the clear blue sky and brightly shining sun.
Open up your ears and hear the breezes say, “everything that’s cold and gray is gone.”
Open up your hands and feel the rain come on down,
taste the wind and smell the flowers’ sweet perfume.
Open up your mind and let the light shine in, the earth has been reborn and life goes on.

Do you care what’s happening around you? Do your senses know the changes when they come?
Can you see yourself reflected in the seasons? Can you understand the need to carry on?

Riding on the tapestry of all there is to see, so many ways and oh, so many things.
Rejoicing in the differences, there’s no one just like me.
Yet as different as we are, we’re still the same.

And oh, I love the life within me, I feel a part of everything I see.
And oh, I love the life around me, a part of everything is here in me.
A part of everything is here in me, a part of everything is here in me.

There is no heaven or hell, only the heaven or hell you choose…

625867There is no heaven or hell, only the heaven or hell you choose to create in this life and the karmic debt you will carry into the next life on earth. Your choices and actions in this life will decide what form you will return to this earth in. If you’re a good person and treat others well you might return as a happy-go-lucky person with few worries or cares, or perhaps as an eagle devoted to a life of soaring through the skies. If you’re a bad person and treat others badly, you may return as a cockroach or an “unlucky” person beset with strife.

This is life, this is your life. Are you who you want to be? Now, and the next time around? Life starts now, not tomorrow, not in the “next life,” and not whenever you’re ready. Now means now. Smile and be kind.

I’m a global citizen. I’ve created that for myself…

johndenver2“My music and all my work stem from the conviction that people everywhere are intrinsically the same,” Denver said in a 1995 interview, “When I write a song, I want to take the personal experience or observation that inspired it and express it in as universal a way as possible. I’m a global citizen. I’ve created that for myself, and I don’t want to step away from it. I want to work in whatever I do…towards a world in balance, a world that creates a better quality of life for all people.” – John Denver

Rhymes and Reasons by John Denver

So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter,
The fear that is within you now that seems to never end,
and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you’ve forgotten,
and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend,
and you wonder where we’re going, where’s the rhyme and where’s the reason?
And it’s you cannot accept: it is here we must begin to seek the wisdom of the children
and the graceful way of flowers in the wind.

For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow,
they’re a promise of the future and a blessing for today.

Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us,
the sun is slowly fading and it’s colder than the sea.
It is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us,
by the hand and by the heart, they will comfort you and me.
In their innocence and trusting they will teach us to be free.

For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
And the song that I am singing is a prayer to non-believers,
come and stand beside us we can find a better way.