Creativity is something no one can live without
Creativity is expressing yourself without a doubt
Creativity is how you dress and how you walk
Creativity is how you think and how you talk
Creativity is your soul's mentor
Creativity is your imagination taking you on an adventure
Creativity is the difference from old and new
Creativity is what is original inside of you
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Sunday, 12 April 2015
WEEKEND SPECIAL: GIVE ME SOMETHING By Linz
Give me a laugh
Give me a cry
Give me a sweet sigh
Give me anger
Give me love
Give me that slight little shove
Give me emotion
Give me fun
Give me something that makes me hum
Give me life
Give me inspiration
Give me a hopeful temptation
Give me a choice
Give me a fight
Give me something on this cold windy night
Anything would be better than this emotionless fog you always leave me with
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Give me a cry
Give me a sweet sigh
Give me anger
Give me love
Give me that slight little shove
Give me emotion
Give me fun
Give me something that makes me hum
Give me life
Give me inspiration
Give me a hopeful temptation
Give me a choice
Give me a fight
Give me something on this cold windy night
Anything would be better than this emotionless fog you always leave me with
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WEEKEND SPECIAL: TO A MAN By Maya Angelou
My man is Black Golden Amber Changing.
Warm mouths of Brandy Fine
Cautious sunlight on a patterned rug
Coughing laughter, rocked on a whirl of
French tobacco
Graceful turns on woolen stilts secretive?
A cat's eye.
Southern, Plump and tender with navy bean sullenness
And did I say Tender?
The gentleness
A big cat stalks through stubborn bush
And did I mention Amber?
The heatless fire consuming itself.
Again. Anew. Into ever neverlessness.
My man is Amber
Changing
Always into itself
New. Now new
Still itself.
Still
Warm mouths of Brandy Fine
Cautious sunlight on a patterned rug
Coughing laughter, rocked on a whirl of
French tobacco
Graceful turns on woolen stilts secretive?
A cat's eye.
Southern, Plump and tender with navy bean sullenness
And did I say Tender?
The gentleness
A big cat stalks through stubborn bush
And did I mention Amber?
The heatless fire consuming itself.
Again. Anew. Into ever neverlessness.
My man is Amber
Changing
Always into itself
New. Now new
Still itself.
Still
WEEKEND SPECIAL: I WILL PRONOUNCE YOUR NAME By Leopold Sedar Senghor
I will pronounce your name, Naett, I will declaaim you, Naett!
Naett, your name is like cinnamon, it is the
Fragrance in which the lemon grove sleeps
Naett, your name is the sugared clarity of blooming coffee trees
And it resembles the savannah, that blossoms forth
Under the masculine ardour of the midday sun
Name of dew, fresher than shadows of tamarind,
Fresher even than the short dusk, when the heat of the day is silenced
Naett, that is the dry tornado, the hard clap of lightning
Naett, coin of gold, shinning coal, you are my night, my sun
I am your hero, and now I have become your sorcerer
In order to pronounce your names.
Princess of Elissa, banished from Futa on the fateful day
Naett, your name is like cinnamon, it is the
Fragrance in which the lemon grove sleeps
Naett, your name is the sugared clarity of blooming coffee trees
And it resembles the savannah, that blossoms forth
Under the masculine ardour of the midday sun
Name of dew, fresher than shadows of tamarind,
Fresher even than the short dusk, when the heat of the day is silenced
Naett, that is the dry tornado, the hard clap of lightning
Naett, coin of gold, shinning coal, you are my night, my sun
I am your hero, and now I have become your sorcerer
In order to pronounce your names.
Princess of Elissa, banished from Futa on the fateful day
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