"For it is the mind which creates the world about us, and, even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched." (George Gissing)

Thanks for the quote Elainte

Little Batty was the lonely, only bat left in the whole, wide wasteland that was once a world. Orphaned by the great End of all things, he wandered the wastes, seeking a friend to spend the empty days with. But Little Batty hadn’t found one yet. He soared above the crumbling cities, the septic seas and ghostly towns, graveyards all. The buildings were headstones, the scorched earth a burial pit. But surely there were more like Little Batty left? He couldn’t be the only one. He just couldn’t. And as it happened, he wasn’t... One dark day, like every other, Little Batty set off on his survivor search, his tiny flame of hope all but extinguished. Until, far down below there was a noise. An unnatural noise. A barely audible bleep carried on the wicked winds to Batty’s little ears. ‘Hello?’ cried Little Batty, for in this dismal future bats could talk. And the bleeping arranged itself into a robotic response. ‘Hello’ it answered. Batty dive-bombed earthwards to the source of this response, this potential friend. And there, amid the terrible rubble, he found Robotron, a steel giant with sorrowful, black eyes - for in the dismal future, bats can talk, and robots have feelings. Poor Robotron weeped almost silently, sat slumped on a rubble rock, his woeful weeping punctuated by a mournful bleeping. Little Batty stood alongside the emotional machine, empathy emanating from his big bat eyes. ‘Would you like to be my friend?’ said Little Batty. ‘Then, together, we can roam the rubble.’ Robotron wiped a weeping eye on a cold steel arm and sniffed and said. ‘I would’ Then ,Little Batty held aloft a wing for Robotron to take, and gently, a robot hand closed round it. Fast friends in a hopeless time, they wandered into the wastes, questing together for a friend, for an unpolluted place, for a future they could fit into. And that was the day Little Batty discovered that he wasn’t the only, lonely survivor after all...  Metaphorest September 21, 2010

Think it might be a shadowstorm. :)

Sometimes shadows from the past dance into recollection

Superkuma's drawing is so good and so tempting! <3

Does anyone know the name of the sky record I used?

Creative ideas awaiting their owners attention.

Please don't deny me, I am you , we need each other, there's no light without shadow . Don't try to hide me from your friends and from yourself , I will always be seen in deeds.

Inspired by jestsaying's poem.<3

poeTree.

the poetree is a source of life,

of love.

its roots

are embedded in the grounds of expression.

its trunk

is the conceptual & developmental foundation.

its twigs, its boughs

are the vessels of creativity.

its leaves

are the colorful, ever-fleeting outcome of interpretation.

together

these components form a marvel,

a miracle -

Art.

creative ideas awating life.

Knowledge of cupcakes and music and flowers, big-eyed owls balancing bats....and spaceships.<3

Grief can strip away layers of veneers. Assortments of garments worn to belong , to feel right within wrongs..Dissolve

If I lose myself in someone else will I then be their image of me?

  Make Space for Me in your Coffin  Poem: By Metaphorest

Make space for me in your coffin Let me hold your empty shell When you turn back into nothing Let me rot away as well I am happiest decaying It excuses many flaws to call them tricks that time is playing And avoid the dreaded pause Let me hide inside your ribcage Let me rattle in your bones In your shelter I'm a blank page Guiltless, fearless, safe, alone.

Visual Inspired by mushr's RECord and metaphorest's remark. <3<3

Spring reaches out to Summer

 "Hindsight" by Metaphorest

"Up in the attic is a faded photograph of your wedding day that's the way time goes these days Out of your window is an unfamiliar scene You rememeber when it was all empty and green"

  Inspired by jestferlaffs, crystalhaung, and this:<3

 Pity full

By bibest  http://hitrecord.org/records/270270

When the potion is so bitter for the many for too long

A myriad of voices will protest: in union strong 

..by my inner child

    I am a callous and shallow footwear lover,  constantly feeling infatuated, (sometimes suffering the conequences) often being unkind to the object of my current affection. I take the comfort of furry slippers for granted, abandon old friends when dazzled by new , I get them when they're fresh ..and stomp on their soles!

In the misty dawn the creature waits

Adorned, in hope of Another

The One who will come to end the alone,

 And live in love forever.

The creature waits...

Remembers moments of grace

They seemed to have an affinity , something in the eyes.

I am Grateful by Metaphorest/Sarah Daly.    (Photo taken by moi, in county Waterford, Ireland)

 I am grateful that my body is intact That I have arms and legs, a front and back

 And I'm grateful for the forces in my favour For benevolence that only rarely wavers I am glad I have the freedom to reflect To speak my mind and be met with respect

That I have loved and been loved back as well To have people who would catch me if I fell I am lucky to have been born in a place

 Where I can eat and drink and show my face To a family where I was well looked after By two brothers and a mother and a father.

 I am happy to be healthy and still breathing And to know that when my final breath is leaving That I can set my soul and bones to rest Knowing that my days were truly blessed.

For sarah63's composite collab. :)

YEP.

They hated all that was magical in her..

 so she cut it all out.

My memories of you are patchwork ghosts of tattered dreams

" Grow old along with me The best is yet to be" By :Robert Browning

Only a very small percentage of the many wonderful tiny stories will end up in the upcoming book, but the process is important as well as the result.I feel the tiny stories captured our imagination and interest in creating and appreciating them.

It's actually decorated in shells , but moonbug called it a " candy cathedral and that's all I can see now:)

maybe because I blend in?.

Inspired by "Mary Margaret and the Silver Tree" by Metaphorest 

Beryl and her backing duo:)

" Homesick for a place I've never lived before" From Homesick by Belcath. This poem was the inspiration for the image. <3

Love the row of Poppies left after the last hay cutting.

When memories of Summer still linger, and wonders of Winter beckon.

We are all aliens somewhere

in love and life...

To My Future Daughter  a poem by: Blbest

You are and always will be beautiful. Never forgive me if I don’t tell you that enough. .................. Never let anyone tell you your worth, knowing you’re an endless vault of sun brewed tea and campfire, ginger snap and jazz, late night movie marathon and miracle. Don’t ever let them define you. Because you, will only ever be you, and no one will do it better.................................

Lismore a very small town in County Waterord Ireland. <3

Hint taken Saintmaker:).

"Sometimes kisses Can be hits or misses And sometimes hugs Are an armful of shrugs But to me holding hands Is just simply grand." By : Day Glo

she sat on the moon and handed out stars

To performers who pleased her the most

hug foxes

For MoN X

Brook's Magic Kingdom I was delighted to find Brookduckart was my Secret Santa pick. You know how much I love your work (  by how much I remix and recommend it :) ) so it was a great chance to have another look at your records and remix some again. Hope you have a loveky holiday seasonX Marlene

My name is Fred

I am a turniphead man...of constant sorrow

Mirror mirror on the wall who... are some of the most encouraging, supportive hitrecorders and prolific givers of hearts.<3

i wonder what it would be like to meet a little girl 

When the Bear-owl howls and the blue rose blooms, 

When broken hearts are few.

In the month of noon , under two new moons, 

I           Will              Return          To you.

YOU dazzled me:)

" She hums soft melodies that force people to weep" : MadisenMusic    Dalkulla character by :Sojushots

"The Longray, slim and graceful,

Did not answer for a while,

And when he spoke, his eyes were cold

Above a midnight smile.

"I've often found that Gloamings

Who require our instruction,

Reform the best when we suggest

That faithful cure: destruction." Poem by Michal

Tides ebb and flow...my love is constant

The clown made a pass at the lady in the glass

He was rejected, now feels dejected.

She proffered no excuse , just gave him the boot...

Harsh!

For caroleluciole <3

A quiet read by night light bright

Me and You 

and the magic space

Between..

that is us

"Please come back for me"

The world told her a story of who she should be, 

She changed the story, and her world

If I said "all I need is you" ..I'd be lying

She lived inside her head,

and forgot to inhabit her planet

Only Outsiders can see the woods

..of myself

A princess has to report a P in the bed

Outsiders can have big dreams

Or...not settling for less. 

Somedays she wishes everything would just stop...

Someday her wish will come true.

"She sleeps inside of a seashell, waiting to become a pearl."

by mushr

I will  preserve my love

Until our Summer comes.