Visuals
Visuals
Traverse the domains of dark present
And none sees them.
Fire loses charm and flames die young
With candles submitting themselves to the winds.
Visuals
End their games of making flashes innumerable
And the nights end midway.
Everything begins to submerge
Into the terrains of blind men.
Visuals
Turn back and come unto my abode
Where I remain with a ray of hope.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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For Those Who Are Disbelieving This
Even though the message has been absolutely clear...
There has been many attempts to re-write it.
Change its contents...
And defame the messengers,
With slander and atrocious accusations!
And each time that same message has been sent...
Those disliking the severity of it,
Have been exposed for what and who they are!
Exploiting the truth to delay its delivery,
Has not stopped the reality of it at all.
In fact,
That message did not need anyone to deliver it,
For it to become less effective!
The 'Supreme' Almighty has known the culprits...
Long before preparing His Wishes!
Now that He realizes visuals are more respected,
In ways these 'visuals' have not ever been seen before?
He, The Almighty, presents to us visuals,
On a grand scale!
And as clear as crystal glass...
We are all going to witness His Power!
Since many folks are illiterate anyway!
And for centuries many have depended on that ignorance,
To feed fear...
Separatism.
Divisiveness.
Confli ct.
War. Pain. Agony...
And a host of associated miseries!
To keep their greed,
Through the use of racist opportunities.
That nonsense is coming to an end!
And for those who are disbelieving this...
Will be seen fleeing from themselves.
And this will be a sight that enlightens.
Stripping all from the thought of deception!
And all who have been accustomed,
To living 'this' reality completely in deceit...
Will find themselves defeated,
Without one single defense!
Or an exit of shelter...
To rest and prepare for fresh masquerades!
Those days will no longer be available,
To charade that kind of existence ever again!
This truth arriving upon us...
Will not be camouflaged.
And concepts of God are going to be changed,
For the good and for those of higher consciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's a visual world and people respond to visuals.
A lot of the films now are more focused on the visuals than on the actors. I think all directors should go to drama school.
I have learned the art of filling in your lines with your visuals and your movies and your imagination.
quote by Daphne Zuniga
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You have to give directors and cinematographers a word blueprint for visuals, but I had to learn that from experience.
quote by Steven Bochco
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Even if you can't draw, do a little doodle or rip an illustration from a magazine - these visuals will help bring your idea to life.
quote by John Emmerling
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The Whispering Winds Of Hope...
The Whispering Winds of Hope
The Soothing Laughter of Rain
The Gentle Touch of The Sun
Can Begin to Help Heal Pain
The Bright Smiles of The Stars
The Brave Walk of The Moon
Even Muted Songs of The Night
Can Help To Hush The Gloom
So Listen To Your Heart
See With Your Mind’s Eye
Feel With Understanding
Even If You Have To Cry
Life Is Oh So Beautiful
Each Second A Precious Thing
Know Even In The Worst Sorrow
A Small Part Of You Can Dream
As The Wind Whispers of Hope
Believe Laughter of The Rain
Tomorrow Is Always A Brand New Day
Rebirth To Rejoice Again
On The Whispering Winds of Hope
And Soothing Laughter of The Rain
You Will Not Sleep Forevermore
GOD Held Me … and Explained
… The Bright Smiles of The Stars
The Brave Walk of The Moon
Are For Signs and Times … Our Visuals
Of What HE Can Do Soon
… Scent of Roses From My Window
Feel of Silk Upon My Bed
A Teardropp On My Cheek
And Brave Moonlight On My Head
The Whispering Winds of Hope
The Soothing Laughter of The Rain
When The Gentle Touch of The Son
Begins To Heal My Pain
Written & ©: 6/28/10
By: The MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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I don't worry about great visuals that they showed that weren't actually running on real hardware. It doesn't matter. Gamers don't make their purchase decisions based on movies that were shown in May for products that come out in March.
Some things can be perfectly expressed by sound alone and images would only be disturbing. Other times, sound would be possible, but visuals are much stronger and closer to what I want to express and then again, they sometimes overlap perfectly.
The fear factor!
The Fear seed is miniscule when planted in the brain,
The farmers are the concerned parents and relations,
To teach the children to obey, this seed is sown,
To make the kids timid, these seedlings are strewn.
Black is the color related to the fear, so the devils are dark,
Souls are there in the graveyards, go for walking in the mask,
Noise of wolves mimics the wind, not only visuals, also the auditory,
assault of the young mind, to dream of being hurt even before primary.
Blankets are pulled up to cover the faces, thus stay away from evil,
Protective prayers are told thousand times with trembling will,
The seed will grow into a tree to haunt the young adults and the old,
If you have these seeds, just throw away; don't sow in the young mind.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Busy As The Greed of Thieves Were Fed!
Dominated by perceptions and imagination...
Their steps taken to investigate truth,
Have been few if any.
They have been raised to praise visuals.
And the effectiveness of gloss on glimmer.
Waxed to shine upon their ideals.
Delusions have run out of their polish.
Few remain who faithfully keep them.
Dimes and nickles pinched...
Take the place of rolled tossed pennies.
Terrorists alerts are now focused on Wall Street.
Where the enemies have depleted funds.
While racist tactics were used to keep everyone...
Busy as the greed of thieves were fed!
Now keeping those awake...
In fear of themselves instead!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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~I Love You~
I dance your name o'er and o'er
As it plays softly inside my head
Reverberating private moments
When mere word's we left unsaid
We seemed to know without speaking
The visuals were so crystal clear
Today i dance your name 'cross the sky
With a banner that says: 'I love you, my dear'
poem by Theodora Onken
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With The Flying Upon Her Broom
If she did have an honest bone in her body,
It was highly camouflaged.
I thought I saw it too!
But too duped I was by her sweetened charms.
And other skills she had in presenting visuals.
Skilled in the art of pretension this one.
I am sure by now someone might have seen it?
A depth connected to truth and heartfelt honesty.
Or one she pulled out of her bag of tricks!
Still beating with a pulse.
Not realizing that this heart is fresh.
And has just been ripped from someone's chest.
Which reminds me of the season of witches.
And how happy she must be this time of year,
To celebrate with the flying upon her broom.
I am sure she has kept a lot of tricks to treat,
Up her sleeve or wherever she hides them.
And the same habits of trying anything,
To remain convincing as a human being.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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~Spring Clues~
...A billowing, babbling brook
A winding moss and Stone Pebbled Lane
...Country-side Pastoral Visuals
Sprinklets of Soft March rain...
...Fields of Narcissus
Their Bulbs are in full Bloom...
... Spectrum-Yellow Butter-Golden...
Colours carry us on to June...
poem by Theodora Onken
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Transcendency
Life at times is just too hard
Tolled by duties, or its obligations that bombard
Responsibilities monotonous, tiring and immense
Breathing feels taxing and environment dense
Days become arduous, nights burdensome
Unpredictability rendering brains numb
But still stand unbowed some Iron men
Solemnity and sincerity to life stays unbent
Hope‘s their weapon, and optimism crown
Life will test, but would never frown
Salaam (salutations) to such spirited beings
Whose forbearance is meriting and patience worth seeing
Smiling and letting the hard knocks pass by
Such dignity and principles, one can't defy
Left lasting visuals for people around ‘em
How many have u seen, such living gems
poem by Samima Shah
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As If Made to Compliment
Embedded within those self centered mindsets...
Are preconceived judgements.
And indoctrinated at birth...
Are our obsessions with possessions.
Valued more than deeds...
Done by anyone at a greater worth.
Embedded within,
Them...
Those with turned up noses.
Are visuals that impress.
Before indepth attention is addressed.
And this is expressed...
To avoid any references directed to insecurities.
Surfaced by others...
As if made to compliment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Given Visuals
Told,
They were.
Given visuals.
They were.
But this did nothing,
To affect them.
What did affect...
Was the pain.
And this was felt!
And they realized,
This was not fantasized.
No one knew what to do.
Since the origin of it...
No one knew.
Or remembered,
They were told.
'Told what? '
Ignorance is not bliss.
When listening is replaced,
By the use of fists.
Someone not observant,
Will be hit!
'You talking about 'boxing' again? '
It doesn't matter 'now'...
Does it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wheeling
So the Earth is wheeling on
As wheeling the sun and moon
And wheeling the Time on ages and aeons
As wheeling the life on births and deaths
And wheeling on are hope and despair
As peace and woe chasing one another
And good and bad luck are two wheels
creatures all in destiny's colours
And creatures all wheel around what
An unknown power-point, the Pivot
And we the comparted wheeling specials
On quarrels are we to spin our visuals
And we the comparted human specials
Aren't we to wheel on our sixth sense
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Don't Get Too Cocky
How shallow do I think you are?
That's not fair.
Comeon.
I've never said that about you.
All I said was...
Why would a people destroy themselves,
To inflict an empty and hollow ego...
Upon others to believe!
That was not a reference to you.
Even though I've seen you do some very stupid things...
You have yet come to me face to face,
Trying to convince me of your greatness.
Especially when I have been behind the scenes,
Doing all of the work...
You do not have the competence to do!
And both of us know that's true.
You do the visuals.
And I supply the brain and leg work
So...
Comeon.
As long as you and I know what's happening here...
Let others say what they want.
But I will offer this as a suggestion...
Don't get too cocky!
I don't want to spoil it...
For either one of us.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Browbeating the Populace
Throughout history
-Browbeaten populace-
They give us more than we cannot try
Than can,
And have the gall to call it 'freedom'.
Because the fish that will not be preserved
For the room of a reservoir project
(To say nothing of the visuals)
We kick mother earth
And ourselves to boot
Between the teeth.
I say let all
Decide for themselves,
Given time, given a cetain inbred love,
Not to disrespect nominal rights,
If they do no harm,
Rights that do not display the love of
Killing, or raping the world.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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