Here are a few favourite subjects that have unwittingly posed for my camera. The Lion with its huge mane and majestic appearance, has to be the indisputable King of Beasts. This beautiful Eagle Owl was a most inscrutable poser ever. Posted in My life and world.

Poems and writings by Ami Mattison. Tuesday, March 13, 2012. You cannot say it without meaning. With the cavernous song of you. Upon the tongues of everyone. Thursday, March 1, 2012.

Connections, Friends and Recommendations. Iconography Essays and Art Reviews. A View from a Car Park. The regurgitated love of Benjamin Norris. We only know what to hold on to. At times like this, my mind aches back. The burst-banked evenings of that year;. Where long and brittle shadows. And marvelled at the pace.

I will be at peace. To the will of others. For love or for money. For religion or for politics. I will remain true to myself, no matter what. I have the power to change the world.

8220;The real happiness lies in the Pursuit and not in the Achievement. That the efforts you put into achieving something bring about the real happiness. The Eyes Staring Through The Window.

Exploits, adventures, and tragedies of an ordinary woman. I look beyond the horizon of my soul, searching. For connection in the vast wasteland of my being. Restlessness, agitation rule my waking time. Dreams, insomnia tick away the hours until dawn. The tears come suddenly, frequently. They anger me, these unbidden rivulets. I have no right to wallow and complain. I did not lose my hair.

Down With Tummy Frown Week 5. Just a note Someone asked if I had sucked in my stomach for the 4 Weeks picture. Yes I sucked in my stomach for BOTH pictures. A bit disappointed about this past week because no weight loss and no inches lost. HOWEVER, in other ways, this has been a fabulous week! No more saggy crotch pants! .

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Goodbye, my Sweet Thomas. 8230; or at least I think I am. But, I am strong. So, as hectic as my work life is at the moment; I know I can relax over the Easter weekend especially as I have been a real clever clogs a.

Flowing through the inky darkness Smugly between the ridges of the tongue And grating the page with its tip Is my poem.