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"Our Dance" #Poetry #Photography #DianaMarySharpton w/Martin Garrix & Bebe Rexha - In The Name Of Love #MusicVideo #Love

10/31/2017

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Picture"The Morning Dance" by Diana Mary Sharpton
Introduction:
“We've lost a lot of years, but you can't lose love. Not real love. It stays locked inside you, ready for whenever you are strong enough to find it again.” 
― Martina Boone

Our Dance
Locked in this room with no windows or light
It’s icy cold to bare skin; a constant pain, I fight
Escape would taste like honey dipped in lime
God! I beg you, release this soul; give me love

Give him time….

Walking in circles around and again
A hopelessness it almost seems
Let me shed this skin; let me rip it from these bones
So that flesh falls on to the unsympathetic stones

Maybe then… the door will open to a golden sunrise

I am distressed beyond what a mind can endure
Sitting in this dark clammy room; Is this it? No, I am sure….
So, I leave this body; climbing into all those sweet dreams
Surrounded in music it's our dance; that’s what matters to me…

Diana Mary Sharpton © copyright all rights reserved 2017

 It's my honest opinion that being in-love can bring the extremes in emotions. These are the lyrics:

"In The Name Of Love"
(with Bebe Rexha)

[Bebe Rexha:]
If I told you this was only gonna hurt
If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn
Would you walk in? Would you let me do it first?
Do it all in the name of love
Would you let me lead you even when you're blind?
In the darkness, in the middle of the night
In the silence, when there's no one by your side
Would you call in the name of love?

In the name of love, name of love
In the name of love, name of love

In the name of love
In the name, name
In the name of
In the name, name
In the name of
In the name, name
In the name of
Love

If I told you we could bathe in all the lights
Would you rise up, come and meet me in the sky?
Would you trust me when you're jumping from the heights?
Would you fall in the name of love?
When there's madness, when there's poison in your head
When the sadness leaves you broken in your bed
I will hold you in the depths of your despair
And it's all in the name of love

In the name of love, name of love
In the name of love, name of love

In the name of love
In the name, name
In the name of
In the name, name
In the name of
In the name, name
In the name of
Love

I wanna testify
Scream in the holy light
You bring me back to life
And it's all in the name of love
I wanna testify
Scream in the holy light
You bring me back to life
And it's all in the name of love

In the name of love, name of love
In the name of love, name of love

In the name of love
In the name, name
In the name of
In the name, name
In the name of
In the name, name
In the name of
Love


​I miss you Sugar....If I become silent, know I am waiting and wanting you..... xxxx

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"A Morning On Fire" #Photography #DianaMarySharpton w/Toni Childs "I Want to Walk With You" #MusicVideo #IWantU

10/14/2017

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Picture"A Morning On Fire" by Diana Mary Sharpton
'Introduction:
“Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot. A mile becomes a long way, two miles literally considerable, ten miles whopping, fifty miles at the very limits of conception. The world, you realize, is enormous in a way that only you and a small community of fellow hikers know. Planetary scale is your little secret.

Life takes on a neat simplicity, too. Time ceases to have any meaning. When it is dark, you go to bed, and when it is light again you get up, and everything in between is just in between. It’s quite wonderful, really.

You have no engagements, commitments, obligations, or duties; no special ambitions and only the smallest, least complicated of wants; you exist in a tranquil tedium, serenely beyond the reach of exasperation, “far removed from the seats of strife,” as the early explorer and botanist William Bartram put it. All that is required of you is a willingness to trudge.

There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere. However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods. It’s where you were yesterday, where you will be tomorrow. The woods is one boundless singularity. Every bend in the path presents a prospect indistinguishable from every other, every glimpse into the trees the same tangled mass. For all you know, your route could describe a very large, pointless circle. In a way, it would hardly matter.

At times, you become almost certain that you slabbed this hillside three days ago, crossed this stream yesterday, clambered over this fallen tree at least twice today already. But most of the time you don’t think. No point. Instead, you exist in a kind of mobile Zen mode, your brain like a balloon tethered with string, accompanying but not actually part of the body below. Walking for hours and miles becomes as automatic, as unremarkable, as breathing. At the end of the day you don’t think, “Hey, I did sixteen miles today,” any more than you think, “Hey, I took eight-thousand breaths today.” It’s just what you do.” 

― Bill Bryson

I Want to Walk with You

I keep finding this decision hard
I keep finding a room that's in the dark
I don't know, shed some light on it
Maybe save me from what i'm feeling this lonely day
Cause the secret's out and the secret's clear
What I want

Yes I want to walk with you
I want to hear you say "Yes I want that too"
I want to walk, I want to walk with you
I want to hear you say "Yes I want that too"

Can I tell you wht I cannot tell myself
In my thoughts there's a voice calling
"You will be lost"
In my life I deny, deny this heavy load
And obsession is clearly my need to know
Can I let it out, can I let you know
What I want

I don't want to run from this
It seem's like it'd be hard to do now
I don't want to lose my head
Falling down infront of you
I don't want to lose my head now
It could be so easy to do
If I could find a reason why
I'd stay here, stay here, stay here
Stay here, stay
 

I want to give love
I want to share
I want to show you how much I care
I want to hold you
I want to touch
I want to give my love away
I want to walk
I want to walk
I want to know what is in my soul


Opinion:
The introduction is more than just a quote about walking. Read it again. Then close your eyes and think about Bill's message. It's truly three dimensional or is this complexity really about one's personality? If so, what is Bill's lesson? 

On a personal message, I have been down lately. The "Blues" are eating me alive. Nothing seems to click and or connect. Kind of like the
roller coaster ride that is on it's way down about to hit bottom. The pictures I take do not seem to be my best, on and on, even to the fact that now I cannot get my Facebook notifications to work properly. I have worked on this issue for hours to no avail. Almost like that time when my Twitter notifications did not work for a couple of months. Then one day out of the blue they started working. I give up! 

The main reason why this is so important is that notifications are the only way I know who is responding to my posts, who is interested, who follows me, and who are the real people in my life/circle/journey. Yes, I spend a lot of time on Social Media promoting my work and the work of others. So, notifications are crucial in helping me go in the right direction... 

Work... this is one of the big ones so... I will leave it alone.

Third subject: This song is by the brilliant Toni Childs. I wish she would come back on stage and sing... We have so little music from this gifted artist... Last but definitely not least, I miss you Sugar. I picked this song for you... I hope you enjoy it as much as I do... wonderful lyrics and tone... Let's talk soon... please :)



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"Magnolia Blossoms" #Photogaphy - #DianaMarySharpton w/Smoky Robinson "Cruisin' " #MusicVideo #URThe1

10/7/2017

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Picture"Magnolia Blossoms" by Diana Mary Sharpton
INTRODUCTION:
“When love is not madness it is not love.” 
― Pedro Calderón de la Barca

In the dark we crush

Julia Cohen

crab apples for the sound of it. Light cannot
be bitter. The backyard licks us.

Blue like kindling, the fox we caught with
a shoebox. Your shirt is a constellation

in the tent of recovery. If you release the hand
you relax the animal. Bookshelves hold up

the moon. I sweep your fur into a feeling.
I put you into my memories on purpose.

Moss smuggles stars into your cheeks.
Inside your body’s future, bravery turns to pulp.

The flashlight pendulum. Your face sounds like that
record player. Electric & spinning.

Let’s grow old together. Don’t be scared
of Gertrude Stein. Be brave.

I was feeling this song tonight Sugar... like I'm feeling you...

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