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Alexa Pishtey Jul 2020
Invisible eye, that I cannot see
Watch, what happens here
Let the world remember
What happened to me

Invisible eye, that I cannot see
I know you are watching me
Tell the world, what you have seen
Show them that, we are denied peace

Singing, in the streets
We want nothing but peace
Please, don't aim at me
Aim at your own tainted heart


Wind, wind, blowing
Louder than I am singing
Carry my words
So everyone can hear them, please

Carry my words
Carry all of my hurt
Carry my pleas
As I fall to my knees


Invisible eye, use the wind to hide your presence
Invisible eye, you risk treason for my life
You bring remembrance
Even if they never fight to end this


Wind, wind, blowing
Louder than I am singing
Carry my words
So everyone can hear them, please

Wind, wind, carry me
Carry words of peace
Wind, wind, carry me
Carry them to the free

Wind, wind, blowing
Louder than I am singing
Carry my words
So everyone can hear them, please


Invisible eye, you may take your time
So long as you make it out alive
Let the world see
What they have done to me

Wind, wind, blowing
Louder than I am singing
Carry my words
So everyone can hear my pleas.
As photographers we see the world differently
We look around and see a beautiful picture
As a “regular” person we see drudging task of life
Photographers see a glistening meadow full of white
“Regular” people see a biter cold with biting wind
Photographers see the world through lenses that act as eyes
“Regular” people think all philosophically and scientifically
Photographers think what would look best
A black and white photograph
Or
A sketch that looks like a picture
Photographers are artist and nothing less
So don’t mistake them for “regular” people
Tommy Johnson Feb 2014
Blasting out of the fog and mud
Past the forests in the sunrise
Farms and high ways
Trotting through suburbia
Through the tunnel
Defacing and refusing to allow themselves to be part of an unjust ******
Believe in the intermingling of colors
Waiting for the planets to fall into place
To stop for a moment and inhale the abundant harmony that surrounds them and emote and create a inspiring response in the form of self expressive freedom that matches the beauty that had compelled them

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