Back in 2014 Tempt’s friends Eyer, Gorgs, Kozem, Tanner and Swank painted a tribute mural to Tempt at the El Segundo Museum of Art (ESMoA). Read about it here: “Scratch” at El Segundo Museum of Art and here: https://www.kcet.org/…/esmoa-getty-research-institute…
MR. DHEO…
Don’t fret — Haiku out of africa
please don’t try too hard – I love your imperfections – more than anything © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/
The permanent analogy of things by images which participate in the life of truth. — Katarina Thorsen
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar What am I trying to convey in my work? Is it of value? Does it matter? I remind myself that it doesn’t, that it CANNOT MATTER how I “fit […]
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Quote Day Challenge: Nelly Cherry
Source: Quote Day Challenge
Revolutionary Daily Thought — Moorbey’z Blog
“If a man hasn’t discovered something he will die for, he is not fit to live.” – Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Tucked — Haiku out of africa
I tuck our moments – in the pocket of my heart – safely stowed away © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/
If Your Compassion Does Not Include Yourself, It Is Incomplete – Buddha — The Seeds 4 Life
In life, there will be times of failure, and times of regret. Times of frustration, and times of worry. Moments of insecurity and inadequacy plague even the most confident among us. We will all experience some level of self-doubt and self-criticism, and this is what makes the practice of self-compassion so vitally important. Today, rather…
via If Your Compassion Does Not Include Yourself, It Is Incomplete – Buddha — The Seeds 4 Life
Homeless and Frustrated – Nowhere Fast – Nina Yin ; slam poetry.
Survival. – Nina
Survivor….
How lucky can I be.
I’ve survived all I’ve seen.
How many of these streets.
Nights and memories.
I’ve been paralyzed by thought.
Traps that I was caught.
Bleeding in the streets.
Many lessons I was taught.
I escaped unscathed.
My mind bathes in yesterdays.
All the different ways,
That I chose that I would play.
Cityscape playgrounds, money and indulgence.
Self destructive lust, my control was that of nothing.
How many others… survived the jungle traps.
I hope that you’ve all survived.
The things we grew attached.







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