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THE CREATIVE EXPERIENCE BLOG
A blog for everyone and everything creative!
Whether you are into photography, poetry, cooking, music, gardening, scrapbooking, furniture-making, whatever, this blog is for you!
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Saturday, January 28, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
500 years of art focussing on the feminine.
Watch each woman's face transform and merge into the next. 500 years of painting focussing on the feminine, set to the haunting music of Bach! Magical!
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
David Attenborough with the lyrics of Wonderful World - BBC
Stunning clip with breath-taking images, David Attenborough and the lyrics of "Wonderful World".
Monday, January 9, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
"I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings" by Maya Angelou
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
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