The world is a beautiful place for those who wish to enjoy it. Cynics will always lead boring shallow lives.

Communication is the most important thing. Through art, poems, stories, songs, sculpture, whatever your medium, express yourself.
Life is creating, anything else is just existing.
Doing is living, everything else is just watching.

If the meaning of life is cheese, and the moon is made of cheese...
does that mean the meaning of life is not of this world?

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...So...i herd u liek mudkips?

In this world
love has no color-
yet how deeply
my body
is stained by yours.

yes

With The Wind
by Randall Beers
With the wind hissing through my hair,
I walk, gazing upon the distorted beauty of the sea.
The sounds of waves lapping upon the beach,
Soothe my soul, relieving this depression in me.

A life spent apart, avoiding contact with others,
Shunning what others have spent their lifetime seeking.
Fearful of the rejections of lovers,
I turned my back on any who might be looking.

Sheltering myself from perceived danger,
Allowing no one close who may cause harm,
I pushed away from myself that which I most wanted -
A simple touch, a caress, the feeling of a lover's charm.

Love seemed to be passing me by,
Slipping away to eternity,
Like sand slipping through my fingers,
Far too long I have allowed it to be.

How can I change this course I've taken,
This self defeating attitude of life?
Throw off this cloak of depression,
That is causing me such strife?

Oh, that I could only open up this heart,
Ignore all the damage to it that's been done,
Let my feelings pour forth like a burst dam,
Allow love into my life from just one.

I cling to a thread of hope
That you will be the one
Who's smile will come to embrace me;
I pray, with you love has come.

A rip, a tear, a hole in my armor -
Could this be the beginning of love's emotion?
Is it possible that you are to be the one
Who will capture my heart with loving devotion?

I feel a weakness, a breaking down of walls,
Slowly then faster she has torn apart.
Finding that within me I'd thought long lost,
A new beginning - A new life to start.

LOVE so long denied and hidden,
Blaze forth like the rising sun.
The dam has burst and love floods in,
So many years gone, my love she has won.

These feelings could have always been there,
Had I not turned a blind eye toward love.
Never again will I have a heart of stone,
Like the one pried open with the gentleness of a dove.

With the wind hissing through my hair,
I walk, gazing upon the beauty of the sea.
The sounds of waves lapping upon the beach,
Soothing my soul, at last my love has been set free.

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The "Orphan Bill".

This is not a bill to worry about.
In a nutshell, (for those of you who can't read legalese" it says that if someone wants to use your artwork they must conduct a "reasonable" search for you and get your permission. They must document the fact that they tried to find you at the Federal Register of Copyrights and at the site they found your work (using available technology). If they can't find you, they are able to use your work at their discretion. If you find out about it and claim your copyright, they must cease using it, and if they used it for a commercial application, they owe you royalties.
All this is doing is letting people use your work if they can't contact you. So if you get a devious note from someone asking permission to use your work, ANSWER IT!!! If you say no they still cannot use it.

Welcomes.