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  • For the writers amongst us

    Open for entries...
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    Rijk

  • #2
    ... for example:

    Originally posted by Scott Triplitt View Post
    Lost World

    I walk down halls of darkness
    In a world of empty lives

    I walk down paths of helplessness
    In a world of endless lies

    I talk to those who do not listen
    In a world they try to reign

    I talk to those who are forgotten
    In a world they cannot change

    I’ll collect souls for cleansing
    In a world of deep despair
    I’ll collect souls for mending
    In a world of endless dare

    I see evil thriving
    In a world lost in tears

    I see justice dying
    In a world locked in fear

    I hear sinful laughter
    In a world of dreadful fools

    I hear unanswered prayers
    In a world of rancid gruel

    I’ll collect souls for cleansing
    In a world of deep despair
    I’ll collect souls for mending
    In a world of endless dare

    I know not when it will end
    It’s too hard to tell

    I know not how it will end
    It’s a living Hell

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    • #3
      ... or perhaps:
      Originally posted by Scott Triplitt View Post
      Journey to the Troubadour

      No lights on the horizon, hot desert air
      Crossing this land, without a care
      We exit the highway, just north of nowhere
      To the right is eternity, to the left is despair

      The journey’s been long, and much to our dismay
      We’ve been working for years, for so little pay
      Our lives are empty, like the words in this song
      We're just trying to survive, as we move along

      The lady was tall, with long black hair
      Her face was grey, from the smoke in the air
      Her mynah bird sat screeching, strange words in the night
      “White spots on my wings, yellow wattle for hair”
      “What will happen to me, when I fly through the air?”
      She said this was common, to hear such a rage
      She said the bird was blind and couldn’t fly anyway
      We paid for our gas, and were on our way
      300 miles to go, and we’d be in LA

      The journey’s been long, and much to our dismay
      We’ve been working for years, for so little pay
      Our lives are empty, like the words in this song
      We're just trying to survive, as we move along

      We sped down the highway, found a place to stay
      The owner smelled of whisky and showed us the way
      The casitas were dusty, the linens were bare
      He said not to worry, the maid would be there
      An old lady came and cleaned up the room
      We asked for clean sheets and she said, “It’s too soon,
      Besides, they’re only changed in every other room”
      She said she had friends and we could party all night
      We told her, “No thanks” we’d be all right

      The journey’s been long, and much to our dismay
      We’ve been working for years, for so little pay
      Our lives are empty, like the words in this song
      We're just trying to survive, as we move along

      After sleeping for a three hours, we got back on the road
      Avoiding the desert heat, that we’d come to know
      The bright lights of LA appeared through the haze
      This time we knew, we were on our way
      Doug had made us an offer, so we decided to go
      The long trip would be worth it, or so we were told
      The West Hollywood traffic was moving along well,
      The bright lights on Santa Monica Blvd, casting their spell
      We pulled up to where many had been before, we were finally at the Troubadour
      Doug greeted us at the door and said with a smile, “Come on in, and play for a while”

      The journey’s been long, and with all certainty
      We know we took the right turn to eternity

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      • #4
        Originally posted by F Spider View Post
        Open for entries...
        Hi AMZAMZ & F Spider,
        Thanks for moving my "pieces of work" to an appropriate venue. And I love the "homework" pic. It is classic!
        Scott

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        • #5
          I have an architect-friend-turned-writer, that has an endless supply of them
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          • #6
            Originally posted by F Spider View Post
            I have an architect-friend-turned-writer, that has an endless supply of them
            Hi Rijk,

            Keep them coming! And I also love this one that Hans posted:
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            • #7
              OK....
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              • #8
                Originally posted by Scott Triplitt View Post
                Hi AMZAMZ & F Spider,
                Thanks for moving my "pieces of work" to an appropriate venue. And I love the "homework" pic. It is classic!
                The First Time

                I'll always remember
                The first time I said
                If I ever fall in love
                I'd rather think of dying instead

                And I'll always remember
                The first time you tried
                Tearing our love apart
                Throwing your ring aside

                And now you tell me
                You love him too
                Your unfaithful love
                Is all he'll ever get from you

                And the last time I saw you
                I said we were through
                I'll die a million deaths
                Before going back to you

                So now you've come back
                You say you've have changed
                You'll make it up to me
                In all your loving ways

                But I know you too well
                So go your own way
                And when running back to him
                Wipe those little tears away

                I'll always remember
                The first time
                Oh, darling
                I'll always remember
                The first time
                Scott

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                • #9
                  Punography...
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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by F Spider View Post
                    Punography...
                    HI Rijk,
                    Excellent!
                    Scott

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                    • #11
                      hahaha.. I'm not a grammar Nazi, but the talent around me just makes me want to KILL!!!

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                      • #12
                        One more...
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                        Rijk

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                        • #13
                          Epic Lyrics

                          This is where my life began.

                          "Strangers waiting
                          Up and down the boulevard
                          For a smile they can share the night"

                          Journey's "Don't Stop Believing"!

                          Would give anything, "To roll the dice just one more time".

                          https://youtu.be/KCy7lLQwToI
                          Last edited by Scott Triplitt; 26-07-2016, 07:44.
                          Scott

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                          • #14
                            The Essence of Architecture

                            Although this is a quote from Ryan Heffington concerning the music video he choreographed for "Chandelier", performed by Sia, it expresses everything that should be considered in the creation of architectural structures and the elements that interact with and hence, embodies them.

                            Referring to the architectural elements in the video Ryan said, "Early on I requested the architectural detailing of the character's living space and what furniture would inhabit it. Like any of our dwellings we spend an absorbent amount of time in, all material components becomes part of the physical dialogue between us and these objects - walls, furniture, hallways. Although muddled in color and sparse in content, it was a choice to have the environment be rich in means of activity for the character. How often do children find a pile of dirt and a hose the most enthralling playmates? Yes, she may be isolated from other humans or environments, but seemingly rich in imagination with the ability to utilize fantasy to entertain herself via exploring new physical conversations with what simply existed before her eyes."

                            No need to see the video or its musical contents; we just need to remember that which simply exists before our eyes is the essence of life.
                            Scott

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                            • #15
                              This Time of Year

                              This time of year back in 1965, I read Washington Irving's short story, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow." With Halloween just around the corner, the story seems so timely, as does its relationship to the Dutch, who have left an amazing impression upon civilization and the World. From Wikipedia, here is the essence of the story, stretching from the 1790's in upstate New York to those who ride their Spyker chariots through that beautiful countryside today. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_..._Sleepy_Hollow
                              Scott

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