Divatic Powers

Angry and disappointed but those feelings won’t get me down

Mad and revolutionised...I am temporised into a world of my own Divatic powers

To be free and determined never to let them take me

And it’s my own fault if I don’t work hard

BUT I will work hard, I will persevere, I will demand

Look at yourself in a new light

A mirror that tells you the truth

A flashlight that shows you the way
That you hold

No more problematic journeys into yesterday
Only the revolutionary road into tomorrow

Make everyday shine

Make everyday fresh with brightness from all your energy

Make everyday proud

Make everyday glitter with your particles of discoveries and adventures
Into a better brighter future

POW... Gaza I write for you always

I will always write for Phalestine. I will think of them always, in my dreams, my sleep, my food, my shelter, my days, and my religion. They are mine and I am theirs. Phalestine is my place to write to, for , imagine always. I will be there for them always, with my prayers, my words, my ink, my thoughts and my sadness, my hatred towards the injustice and the pain.

Water Shadows

Let me transcend
Delving waters of magnitude to defend
My drowning cause
I don’t want applause
I want the blatant injustice to pause
I want the truth to have no flaws
I want there to be honesty in laws
Water shadows begin to form
Under the storm
Washing the pain
As it continues to bloody rain
Swirls of disaster break free
Twirls of ever after fly high
Circles of deaths link stronger near by
Designing questions of why
Artistically drawn sly
Ink that colours lives dry
Leaving water shadows cry
From this war that has paid thousands to die

So close, yet so far...Are we human or are we dancers

Tell me something I don’t know....

He whispers in her ear and his breath tingles with her senses, twirling her into a magnitude of romance she could barely contain

She closes her eyes and thinks of her past, present and future, her dreams, her pains, her lives, her loves, her hates, her senses, her wants....her powers...

He is waiting for her answer...His voice begging her to tell him

How many things could she say? How many ways could she say them...

His arms hold her nearer and it gets very hard to contain her weakness, maybe he will understand? Maybe he will love me always...

She thinks of the right words to use to tell him...it’s now or never

‘I am...I...I...I am a dancer...I dance.'

He smiles gently and brushes his lips to her cheek, wow, so are you going to dance for me?

She looks into his eyes, burning and sensual, drowning and passionate, pausing only to take a breath - Yes.

Part of herself she could give to him...she was a dancer... but she wasn’t human

Each second she spent with him, she wanted to tell him who she was, what she was...but each second spent with him she fell more and more hopelessly in love...and if she lost that....

So as she swirled, curved, melted and merged with the music of life...she knew she had made the right choice – even if the love of her life would always be close...yet so far.

A Diva...Is who I want to be

A Diva
A woman who perseveres to get to her dreams
Fights for her wishes and demands no less than her exact desires
A woman who knows, loves and understands herself
Gives herself the right to live with independence
A Diva respects, honours and cherishes her heart
Never gives herself the chance to be in any way degraded
A woman of thy personality, confidence and beauty
From deep within and may she shine and radiate that beauty outcast from her soul to All the outer world to fully appreciate her strength
A Diva is a woman of integrity, solidity and quality
Always aiming to achieve, always working hard to reach her goals
A Diva never gives up, never looks back and never stops believing
A Diva is who I want to be.

Blackmail

I hear his thoughts whispering through my saga, shivering and shrivelling dramas pronounce in my memories welcoming tomorrow as a sad piece of broken inferno. I try to warm my cold bliss of dreams; but his words drive in me power of adjunctive disaster, weaponry of desires rising faster, I hear the walls getting larger leaving his voice protected and mine.... Concrete on concrete of little small failures, suddenly the assembly disassemblies and I am left with fragments of a catastrophe. Cutting my life, I bleed regrets, soaking floors with a drowning deafening echo – of a tormented repetitive hatred of my useless connections and apprehensions of Love; Ridiculous images circle my minds waves encountering corners of lustful relationships and clashing into the different designs of subjected fantasy. Fallacies of heated romance only burn. He changes the dimensions of my feelings, I can track his voice deep within the evidence of my past, witnessing his meanings manifest, they infest my incest to find out more. But when I find out more, it is only the series of a Hercules breakdown. I break down. My emotions die as broken warriors and the war is lost...To his sound of lawless documents read in my advents of jailed time. My time with him is so long but so short. I feel the days passing and wandering into tangents, while the truth floats into invisibility. High atmospheric pressure of his insanity trying to fit into my condensed miniature of low reasonability ...Colliding into a somewhat, glued together tragedy...the intermediate profanity of lies and dying call.


* The 'He' can be anyone/anything - A bad person influencing your life, A bad day, A bad you but for me it is hte Devil - and how I feel he wants and can blackmail my attitude, actions and preventing me from being who I want and need to be.

Phalestine... Battling through

The first part on entering the Shopping complex - Merchant's Quay and shouting Boycott Israel. The large amount of people in the small place made our voices even louder and we had a greater and stronger purpose targeting the problems right in front of their doors.

Phalestine...we shall continue to embarass them

The main speaker said that we will continue to embarrass shops that sell Israel Products as they are supporting a criminal regime selling their goods to the Irish population.

Phalestine... Inside we entered

This is some of the footage in passing the security guards(with trouble) and entering through Marks and Spencer's.

Phalestine...I wish

Relationship & Talk
But it’s only covering up what broke
No more patience, No more Love
No more giving, no more forgiving
I feel like losing the way
Losing my say
No words to delay
Average deterioration of this suspended heartbreak
I miss old days, yes how it used to be
In Pictures and in Memory

Phalestine...The Symbolic Pieces for you

The most metaphoric Piece in Todays protest 17/1/09 - A symbolic coffin wrapped in white.

The Journey was continued to another shop called - 'TESCO' as it also sells Israeli Products excpecially Fruit and Vegatables. These are grown on Phalestinian Ground and over Phalestinian Blood and sold here so easily as People just don't understand the complexity of this Problem.

Beauty of Sudan 10 - Symbolic Animals

Phalestine...No-one will Intimidate us for your cause.

This is third part of the Protest staying outside Marks & Spencer and continuing the Protest in words full of common hope and meaning to BOYCOTT ISRAEL>

Phalestine...We continued for your cause

We did not let the security gaurds stop us and with the aim in our hearts we managed to enter Marks and Spencer.

Beauty of Sudan 9 - The carved people

Beautiful Art of carving People from different parts of sudan - Mainly the South of Sudan and of Warriors. These can be bought in Sudan from different places including street tables to airports.

Phalestine...They want our protest to end

The Security Guards of Marks and Spencer. A lot of thoughts were running in my head. First the ironic equation of the situation. That is, it US who are defending Security and Rights while these guys are standing for 'security' and 'rights'. Techniquely they are defending war and crime.
The second is the fact that I couldnt help but feel the power of someone stopping you from going someplace, from entering someplace, i.e blocking you. EXACTLY what the Phalestinians have to go through every single day of their Lives. SO if I felt bad and restricted with these two simple guards, how do They feel dealing with those terrible Israeli criminals? Blocking their Lives, Safety and Rights.

Phalestine...We wanted to go further for your cause

The second part of the Phalestinian protest on the 17/1/09 was very different from the rest. It entailed entering the shopping complex - 'Merchant's Quay' and continuing the main idea of today which was BOYCOTT ISRAEL>. Two shops were intended here - The first is the Irish store 'Dunnes Stores' which still sells Israeli Products while of course Marks & Spencer is the main and biggest Problem.

Beauty of Sudan 8 - Ornamental Treasures

An old fashioned way of grinding herbs and garlic in the Sudanese Kitchen.
An old fashioned Bowl

Trumpets

Candle holders The JABANA - Famous way of serving Coffee in Sudan. Below is the TANAKA - The traditional coffee server.

Phalestine...It was a gloomy day but we perservered with you

The third Protest on Corks main town street carried out on the 17/1/09 - Patrick's street. This time the weather was rainy,windy & very gloomy but we perservered for the Phalestinian Dream.