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Junior Sanchez
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This article is about the American DJ and producer. For the Venezuelan weightlifter, see Junior Sánchez.
Junior Sanchez | |
Junior Sanchez performing live.
Background information | |
Birth name | Eugenio Sánchez, Jr. |
Born | Belleville, New Jersey, United States[1] |
Origin | New York City |
Genres | Electronic, Electro, House |
Occupation(s) | Disc jockey, Record producer, Remixer |
Instruments | Turntable, Sampler |
Labels | Rufftraxx Strictly Rhythm Cube Recordings Nervous Size Records Brobot Music |
Junior Sanchez is an American record producer, DJ, artist, and remixer. His remixing and production skills are in demand by artists, including Madonna, Gorillaz, Daft Punk, Placebo, Shakira, Les Rythmes Digitales, and Róisín Murphy. Junior Sanchez has produced albums and tracks for Katy Perry, Ima Robot, Morningwood, Mýa, Princess Superstar, Bush and Good Charlotte. His latest album, Seize The Fewcha, was praised for having "some of the freshest floor-fillers ever thrown on to one disc" and Sanchez was called "a true renaissance man whose talents are sought after by some of the biggest names in the game."[2]
- "Deeper Love" (with Sultan & Ned Shepard)[3]
- "Without You" (with CeCe Peniston)[4]
- "Salt" (vs. Bad Suns)[5]
- ^ Staff. Junior Sanchez, The Beat, September 8, 2012. Accessed February 4, 2013. "Originally from suburban Belleville, New Jersey, Junior Sanchez had his DJ beginnings with a jerry rigged DJ set made up of his parent's two stereo systems when he was 11."
- ^ Stewart, Adam (23 February 2011). "Junior Sanchez Cuts Right To The 'Raging' On Seize The Fewcha". MTV News. Retrieved 12 April 2011.
- ^ "Dance/EDM Future Releases". All Access Music Group. Archived from the original on June 20, 2014.
- ^ "Dance/EDM Future Releases". All Access Music Group. Archived from the original on June 20, 2014.
- ^ "Dance/EDM Future Releases". All Access Music Group. Archived from the original on June 20, 2014.
External links[edit]
- Junior Sanchez on Myspace
- Junior Sanchez on Facebook
- Junior Sanchez on Twitter
- Junior Sanchez on SoundCloud
- Junior Sanchez at AllMusic.com
- Junior Sanchez discography at Discogs
- Junior's Biography at thedjlist.com
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can i say something about love my human rights to say about love searched out dictionaries for definition of love but didn't find any particular definition of love as i go,go further at internet for love this time finds,finds complexity of love friends,don't find general rule for love law can be obeyed,how can be love general rule should be obeyd for love please replacesthe word law with love as i find in different cultures to love find kindness,scarifice,and generosity to love amiee style of love different in love get any reward in love,not fair for love
I MISS YOU I miss you When the wind whistles I hear you call my name I turn,turn and turn again Forever you are gone I miss you When the aroma fills the air Memories of you fine cooking I hunger, empty stomach pains Forever you are gone I miss you When I late for Sunday service Wish you were here to wake me I rush, skip and jump to church Forever you are gone I miss you When bad words slip my tongue A scold, a spank you would give To keep me straight, right and up Forever you are gone Forever you are gone And forever I'll miss you Your name my name Somehow you still liveth in me And your dream I will finish.
twenty years ago you came to Berean and as pastor took up the reins you've led us on a spiritual journey and we've never been the same and like the Brooklyn Bridge your foundation has stood the test of time you preach to us the Gospel and demonstrate to us God's Kind like the Brooklyn Bridge you stretch out your hands and bring people together you've showed us how to be better fishers of men in any and all types of weather it's maroon and not burgundy that is your favorite color of preference and if any one should ever ask you why you'll give them the historical reference you're passionate in your preaching and teaching of the word of God and when you give the proclamation we feel it coming from your heart twenty years ago you were the youngest man to ever take up the towel of service it was your God-given destiny to serve Berean in this purpose twenty years ago you and your family to Brooklyn did arrive and blessed us with a leadership that has made Berean thrive twenty years ago and not many would ever have perceived that you would be the perfect pastor that Berean could ever receive CONGRATULATIONS on achieving this milestone and may you have another 20 years and more WE LOVE YOU, WE SALUTE YOU, PASTOR GRIFFIN IT'S YOU WE ADORE
My girl is cute, my girl is petite my girl is uniquely a methodical smoker like me, and also like me she's in touch with her spirituality, and ever so increasingly she's always inspiring me Inspiring me to be the true me, she knows i'm the man, she's really feelin' T see I always knew I would meet someone like you, someone who really gets me and sticks to me like glue I could never be sick of you, we're just on the same page, we both give God praise and we both like to blaze, so pay attention son to the words that you write, the thoughts that you think-make sure you choose them right Remember everything is a choice, ask your inner voice watching for signals of discomfort, blocking out all outside noise, and begin to rejoice as you glide through this life, always grateful for this power and this ever-present might.
When I'm with u a million words come to mind thoughts of how you're so sweet and sublime and how It would be a crime if you were never mine Even when my mind goes astray My eyes spot u right away your mere presence brings me immense joy Fore your beauty seized me and your charm captivated Loving you is my addiction I just cant get enough
Wont you just kiss the pain away like the waves sweep the beach off its feet.. Imprint your love on my soul and carry my heart with u like a shadow.. Embrace my flaws nd let me be 1 with yours For our imperfections Can make a halo of perfection Let the silence of my I love You's Reach the scared windows of your ears Free fall unto my journal Nd write a story about us in stanzas of romance Appreciate me like the italian do their food And acknowledge my beauty like the french do their wine Fear not what fear isnt After all it but a drop of dried ink in your mind That needs 2 be melted onto paper - scribbling our initials in a synchronised pair. Open me like the curtains in the great Queen's castle And let my sun touch your flesh I want birth an overdue pregnancy of words unto you And mould my love into Endless journals of my love for you.. Make love to my eyes For they are the windows to my soul See thru-beyond-within me Hold me for i miss being held Kiss me For i have never been kissed Devour my emotions with your kindest touch And let me melt in your arms Coz babe- im tired of freezin!!
OH The flutter of my heart When you asked me to marry With your smile and manner and with such poise and grace Our shared days of laughter and our late nights of whispers Of our life in the future with never a departure We share an endless love with our thoughts becoming one Making dreams a reality a precious gift from above Our hearts are like gold Our souls are like diamonds I love you my husband from young and to old.
Not too far from here Lies the dream terrace I hear The haven of bliss and solace A glamorous gem of a place The end of a weary quest The trophy in fiery contest Not too far from here Sits the crown we lived to dare Purple pride of an intellectual struggle The green goal of a ceaseless hustle A place we once asked where Still seem so far yet so near. Not too far from here Stand the Mentors we hold dear Men who were not shy to believe Men who fought fear to achieve The exclusive pass to the hall of fame for those whose brand is in their name Your there may differ from mine I run my route and you run thine But run we must run and not turn We sacrifice pleasure and shun fun Because, not too very far from here Is a place called there. Dare to get there. 6:17pm, Friday 5th.April 2013 by C'emeka Mbah www.poeticpowers.blogspot.com, @emekambah2
"She was mine" was all he thought His spark was gone, forever had seemed so long The gleam in his eye, dulled as days went by He'd been trying hard to carry on, she was two months gone He could no longer cry, all life was now, was a lie His sadness growing deeper, as the world continued to fly by His girl was gone now, his reason and purpose no longer around For years he cared, he couldn't show, but those actions spoke louder than any words she would've known His poor tired soul began to appear on his face His heart numb from losing the one love that who with, his life had begun Now it was his time to start, for in his heart, he knew…… They wouldn't be far apart. Dedicated to the memory of my Grandparents William Lee Neeland Sr. 02/22/27 – 07/10/04 Pauline Sue Neeland 07/27/46 - 12/24/03 with all my love, #2
Story of my life Full of great pleasure Balloons of sweet smiles And talents as a treasure.. Blooms of friendship Blunders of surprises School of values And thousands of solutions Before a probkem arises... A bag full of chocolates Abode of taste Interesting studies No time to waste... My fun book of talent Preperation for tomorrow Blast of happiness No place for sorrow!!
Betroth her to me, If she will never stop amazing my spirit. Bring her to me, If she will never stop beautifying my heart. Hand her to me, If she will never stop spoiling me with love. Entrust her to me, If she will never stop till she fight my war. Leave her to me, If she will never wish for my death before the hour. Send her to me, Let our hands lock in wed. Send her to me, Let our oneness soul united.
She said Name that tune and i almost danced for hours...
Gently I watch over him an angel perhaps Something more nothing less.....
Butterflies wondering spirits I try to make amends....
The seat of the soul... lies a new beginning... worn with territory.....
White as Ghosts... I wore a mask it was to cover my feelings of shyness.... White as ghosts.... I drew further from you... deeper into regret.... white as ghosts.....
When you said "i love you," I went over the moon. My heart sang it's glory tune, The star's sang in melody. As when with a word GOD brought forth light, So with these words You ended my night. So with these words You made something new: A bond of devotion Between me and you. How powerful words To shape who we are! We ponder in silence; Our words cross a bar. Your words crossed a threshold And entered the past, Yet they have created A world that will last.
may 12th is almost upon us and we face that day with dread thats a day 8 years ago i came back and the said you was dead you fought with all you had much like you did before but no matter how hard you tried it just wasnt enough to make it it just fought you back that much more the angels i know rejoiced and i know mom is happy your there but id rather have you both here with us than to have this emptiness to bare i hope and pray for a day when we all will be together once more we will all be happy together as we walk on Heavens bright shore
Aarmano Se JAn CHooti Ghamo ne Aan Ghera ha Kia mere DIl pe Bas Sirf Tanhaiyo ka Basera ha
Young days start with a nostalgia for a lost freedom Anxiety was the prime suspect. As the age moves on, truth consumes the virtue. I hold this insult in the throes of conscience with tears. The dreams did not last long in the wild eyes of geniuses. Grace and dignity fell short of sinners. The prince of blackness strode on the white souls. I could not have been a witness of paradox. Lacked in the old books I still wait on the highway for a sun to climb the hill.
Can't nobody tell me how I feel. The way I feel this feeling. This feeling is real yes she knows the deal. That kiss to her forhead signed the deal. My heart skips beat when she's around. But when she's gone that pain is so strong. Yes, yes, yes this love is real Yes, yes, yes that's just how I feel. I want her to know how I feel. I want her to know how much she means to me. A blessing heaven sent an angle of love Turn my dark days to light. Brought my heart back to life Showed me what love love was Showed me what love is just when I thought it Was through God sent you what a blessing from the Man above I never felt true love like this. To your forhead I end this with a kiss.
Over Gentle Prayers Forward Steady Prayers Forward~
Blessings on the Water Besides Angels that do miracles of movement time and space
Flowers Key Notes Yellow I love Green Mandolin Angel Flowers In another life
Love surrounds us like light. We are warmed by the charm of our devotion love protect us may we always feel like this now and forever money is no match for the richness you bring to my life sweeter and sweeter our time together grows you make me feel beautiful you still give me butterflies just the thought of you brightens my day you love me for me so Im happy I love you :D
Merry Christmas Shoppers, and Poor women and poor men With wallets And without. Merry Christmas Whoever is in his or her little cell, Little box, In jail for a day Or for life For whatever reason. Merry Christmas Merry past Christmas Merry present Christmas Merry future Christmas Without exception, Segregation, Or exclusion. Merry Christmas Believers Non-believers people from earth, Mars, Or another galaxy. Merry Christmas new born, Children, Orphans, Children who are left behind, And future humanity. Merry Christmas Street's poets, Merry Christmas Low-wage happy faces, And the running delivery man. Merry Christmas Singles, Single mothers, Single fathers, And lonely adventurer In the wilderness. Merry Christmas, Streets, Trees, Lakes, Mountains Forests, And prairies Of America. Merry Christmas, Who is attached to the past And who is planning for the future. Merry Christmas soldier. Merry Christmas soldier. Merry Christmas soldier. Merry Christmas Policeman, And firefighter. Merry Christmas My friends My street mates My Café mates, and My bus mates. Merry Christmas The cheerful, The antagonistic The angry The bored The one who feels it is not worth it The one who is almost there The one who can not make it. The one who will not make it. Merry Christmas Who is sleeping, And who is dreaming, Who is on the road, Who is traveling By Plane, Boat, Car, Or who is orbiting Around the planet. Merry Christmas Mexicans, Africans, Asians, And the European: The first who came And the last who are trying. Merry Christmas The lost and found Merry Christmas Native America. Merry Christmas Eileen. Merry Christmas America.
I remember once how sweetly she proposed the idea that sometimes success is just not meant to be in that day it's no one's fault especially not yours nothing just it's meant to be to move on... and let wisdom propose the next step........
i remember the long pink gown. the flower's in her hair. she had brown wavey hair. then there was those shiney glass slippers. her family said she looked like cinderella with brown hair. she thought she heard you may kiss the bride. then she woke up and the sound she heard was just the rain outside her window. then she laughed and said wait im already married!
Steady and Quick I thought to ask How shall I write Something with questions unanswered Quick like the dawn...
first steps first words first noise they all mean somthing special first shoes first hat first socks they are very special its a baby that will soon be big and live its life but save the old things that the baby used because they grow up so fast that will be your only memerory of them
Hold me tight, my friend, I am going to sail in damnation. Between devil and saint I have lost my home. A wooden ship is on fire at the turbulent sea and I am going to welcome you on the starboard. I would keep the funeral in waiting. Flowering of the ashes has begun in urn. Sitting in semicircle, you watch the spilling. Bones meet mother earth. Death creates the challenge. Go for a tree, watch your silence, we are going for a contradiction. The thoughts are same, but not similar. I am walking on sharp edges. SATISH VERMA
dil ki juvan tumse he bolti hain sare raj dil ke tumse he kholti hain sona to main bhi chahti hu per meri nendon ke abh sapne kho gaye jitne the khab mere bo sare chur chur ho gaye ankhhon ke sare noor ashon sang roo gaye main lash c main thi bindass c gujre palo ki gunje awaj bhi per uljan hain k meri zindagi tere bina hui bekar c na koi dil ki khushi na hain koi dhun saj c koi na sune abh dil ki awaj meri jo harpal dhundti hain bus bahe teri tere didar ko ankhein harpal tarsti hain bus tere liye he pyasi hain tere liye he harpal barsti hain yeh ankhein meri
Last night moon was following me discreetly, skirting behind the trees. A white splendor drips, like a dropped coin on poor's hand. Did you see the blood on roses? The petals were wounded in rain. Casual violence spreads in the streets. I write a very hurt poem. SATISH VERMA
if he were watching... what would i be doing? probably what i'm doing now.....
So subtle... tasting the wine... like orange feathers...
Hunger comes back like a dagger on face. With iris and fingerprints. Live, fluttering butterflies, stuck on lampshades. Wrecked, frozen, the ending of seeming. Men in cages. They were diluting the culture. Chlorophyll siphoned off. No color, no sprouts. The roads were dirty with the ultimate truth, quarreling with the water, insanity and vertebrae. The creamy stuff, shouts and pants, shunting the definitions. People come and go from the paintings. There is no age bar. Spring will be released from the impulses of flesh in naked zones. Ideas become pacemaker, for the ailing heart of polity. SATISH VERMA
Quesidillas For One Not for me tonight The soup is not the key to my heart.... Not for me tonight I say The dance is for me............ The dance.......
My lips are black, I am drunk on the hemlock, proferred by you – my life. I am still in love with pain. What not, the trial tried to break my resistance. I will walk on my hands paraplegic legs lifting my eyes. Why did you want me to fake a death. She was my lover, my shadow always walking along with me. So, you did not authored the article on my demise in ravines watching the son eclipse? Extinct, headless, corpse of a thin warrior, obliquely refers to the pygmy moonrise. Grey plaques in white mind like snakeroots, glittering in dark gulleys of time! SATISH VERMA
Awaiting your ghost to enter I miss your awkwardness around It's like you never left sitting in cities sitting in trains miss your awkwardness its like you never left i blame it on time.....
Your gifts, I do not want to keep. Shapeless doves on the grass, were ready to take a nascent flight. My small hands prepare a daisy meal. Dahlias will bloom when the sun climbs. I pass the door, that moves like a stranger, between the people, looking out for black roses. One by one the tribes are changing the colors of flags. Conversion into sleepless towers watching the whistles blowing. Do not throw dust on the graves in the valley of golden stairs. The voices are growing louder after trampeling on the bones. SATISH VERMA
Ready to dismember the red geraniums rains had no mercy. Thunder did not show any preference and hails had felled the pride of tall grass. Denuded, the hungry man walked towards liberty. Moral tapestry in scape after scape cried, the mystery endured the cradle – Of personal god. But I bled my truth in wilderness to impose the religion, of a non-believer, for obedience to natural laws. Talking to divine brings relief. The direct, face to face confrontation, for a twig of faith. I pick up the seeds for the sake of eternity.
And the lineage of existence does not fade. I try to wipe off, the heavy showers of death, daily. The pains were rising, in every word, in every talk. As part of nothingness, I was trying to find happiness. Put the shadows down, touch the questions again. The mentor wants blood, truth was in body, small seeds of life. Wrapped up, dry, cryptic, to suck at the fears of birth. You are becoming a tree, roots, branches, leaves against a serial killer.
Tie the knot with my mortgaged life – I have started the self-descent. Don't leave me alone – I have to unload some debts. It was very disturbing. I have again forgotten my alphabet and become illiterate. Your consent is must for starting a new journey. I am neither afraid, nor worried but fever is rising, like a flood and ridge was collapsing. The death was unknown to me – it will come one day as a guest and stay with me forever. Times have rattled me enough and sword hangs from the roof. Why do I dream such? The dichotomy between gold and lies will start one day. I cannot go back to my dilapidated house where I met the first words. SATISH VERMA
> D G D verse > sitting here just thinking of you > E a7 > wishing that you be here all the time > GDG EM > shine back on me with your miracle love > D G > with you here you are the sunshine of my life > chorus G d G Em7 > i love you and i think of you more everyday > GD G D GD > i love the way you whisper words into my ear no one > else can hear my > dear > g D > youre the sunshine of my life you are the sunshine > of my life > verse DM > when i hold your hand and you kiss my lips > dd g > i think there is no other man like this > g d gd gd > when you say im beautiful everyday my mind is just > blow away all the > time > gd > cause youre the sunshine of my life cause youre the > sunshine of my > life youre the sun sunshine of my life > chorus G D G dG > i love way you look at me and speak to me in that > special way, i love > the words you have to say i melt inside your arms > each day > bridge > g d > i love the ways i love your touch > g > i love you more than anything in the world > chorus X2 > i love you and i think of you more everyday > i love the way you look at me and speak to me in > that special way > i love the way you whisper words in my ear that > nobody else can hear > my dear > with you here you are the sunshine of my life when > you here youre the > sunshine of my life > > ©copyrighted penny lapsley 2007
Slow.... and steady.... learns how to dance the fastest... even if it doesn't sometimes seem that way... this is how I learned how to tango! Slow and steady... wins the waltz!!!
When insects were crawling dreams had contradictions, a sudden drop in temperature brought the quantum touch. Ending of the grief or grief of ending rejected every intact truth and death was trailing behind the candle. Fear and agony were following the footfalls of night Blindness was weaving a broken moon. The time will not be answerable for any plight. Corners of childhood brighten up for sweet nothings I adore the fallen god, he was inhaling the earth.
Wanted to pay debts of gratitude. There was a call from evergreens, he was not ready to go. Standing in pit of snakes he was preparing himself for a random fang, throat like a blue-bird waiting for a song. The solid waste of numerals across the thinking, developed plaques, while philosophy was accepting innovation. The authority had started reading the couplets. Glory came earlier sea cracked into shells. SATISH VERMA
To search you I am burning my wheels. Put your hands on my shoulders for opening the book. To read the message between the words. When the time comes I want you to smear my ashes on the stones of footpath. I want them to walk on me and dissolve their steps. Stop looking at me. To reach you I am burning my bridges. SATISH VERMA
There was no beginning no ending. Beyond tomorrow you will be, what you were not. Words would disappear, only meaning will be left. The interval ceases to be from 'wasness' to open pathway. When you are not ready I will be there to lift the veil. My total pain surges forward today. Quietly death opens the door to welcome the lost child, whose burden was his taste. Farewell to the visitors of night. The morning star is rising. SATISH VERMA
Dying daily in eternity for it to be, a tear drop held all the pain of life. You were lost in words, between the phrases time was in, time was out. The color, the theme was fading, a seduced century contriving the reasons to commit the destruction of self-being. I was struggling to empty my mind completely. To remain human in the loneliness of ruins I want to walk straight. SATISH VERMA
It drips - my ocean. One drop at a time from the eyes of a grey stone. Flows the anguish in a cave. A fallen grace from sky, flickering like an earthen lamp. Do not go heart broken into crowd. Tears were never sweet. SATISH VERMA
He was asking for, at least, a passive euthanasia. Rage or hostility was giving pain to phantom limbs. Race puts forth, a trembling version of ethnic choice. A piped dream which never took off. On middle of the road a dragon rumbles, hissing flames. Something not on the left not on the right. Cannot keep the sky open. Nothing moves now, not even leaves of a lone tree. There was a random cry unheard in the aloneness of fire. SATISH VERMA
The fall was imminent on the moment of complete truth. I was talking of annihilation standing on scaffolding of fear. Walking on burning coals was a sacred commitment, a spiritual solidarity, with lake salt – to lift the spirit of sagging trees. Of freedom of body in camps of violence. Without sound, I wanted to see the creation in nothing. Anything was happening under the bald sky. SATISH VERMA
The pain of the night, flows in the blood. I move in the sun, hot & bruised. From palace to hut, clock moves backward in time. The children of love are going nowhere. Space in space, flame in flame void fills the entire darkness. The mutation was incomplete. Unpetaled, roses are scattered. The fruits of impeccable perception went awry. Helix now uncoils giving pain. Futile strength wavers and the apex burns. A glint throws the outlines in tizzy. Sharp stings spread the venom. A breathless anguish, conjectures a dream of death. SATISH VERMA
There was existence, without space. I was afraid of my unborn child. Inheriting the stammer of history I could not think of any brand abuse. On the contrary, fumes throw you off the road. Full moon rising on the cleft. I was, as I am, never being to any threat of drowning in contradictions. A dignity in withdrawl and coming back after sunset – to walk in night, alone. SATISH VERMA
How sad you had been without wholeness for the, price of having broken shoulders? The people were shedding their skins to wear new masks. I was haunted in my sleep. Sun was not rising. House to house from face to face, death makes a pause. Time sits for a while, when we mourn in silence. A scream halts in our throats. In the courtyard a pungent smell spreads. Atrophied limbs tremble. The elegance foresakes the human touch. The river dries up, sucked in by laments of earth. The unfolding of wounds festers on cheeks. Lips sluicing the grief, spill benediction ! SATISH VERMA
Mirror to mirror a face floated in anguish the mourning was deep whenever inquest for truth was made. Was it so terrible? I cannot read the human face. We were so used to wear the masks. Stoned and deaf, fuzzy kiss of death levels the ferocious peak. The nameless murder of truth got a reward. Garden of strange foliage slurred on a song. A metaphysical experience sniffs the life. Chained to the probity of the city I bowed my head. Reluctant to move in a procession of ugly months. Lifetime's nostalgia lifted a veil. No sleep will descend. I still carry my father inside. SATISH VERMA
Give me, some poison to live I had been dead for many years. I burn my hands on a flame, blank space has started talking. I am ill at ease – My lips are not moving. The pellets, the bullets, the steel – nothing matters now. Dirty games can go on, I am going on bromides to ejaculate the pain. Sleep will not come in dark nor the relief in white robes. I will remain awake till eternity. Give me, some thorns to bleed. Rose petals are hurting now. SATISH VERMA
I will watch the field, but not play the game. Do not want to win the toss, for no one to loose the chance. When you go for the final swim rules must change. The ugly knocks have resumed their pilgrimage through blood and bones. Timeless flesh will decide the event, death of the soul. The tryst with unknown begins charting the resentment on hearts, clinging like sorrow. Sun has sunk deep in the blue lake. SATISH VERMA
My garden cries for no reason. Kindness melts into a rain of twisted petals. And that is it. Alone I whisper the translucent words, watching the death of dreams, living fossils. The sun bakes the seeds. The essence will not heal, this bandaged soul, the conceptual death of a thought. This fear is like a curled snake. Must I abandon the path ? I know, I will not forgive me, at this dim joint. I must move. I do not know, what to think, how to catch, the poetry of night. The light blinks on my eyes. I walk in the shadows of sounds, smashing the road signs. SATISH VERMA
An evening primrose glides, on my rough hands. I pluck a laugh from the lips, of a parched face. It knows the meaning of death, kissing the pink eyes. Of the lost fidelity and the innocence of the dying sun. How to tell myself, you are not coming. Gradually the house, will go back to its still air. The white ants, will draw a pattern on the stale books. The traffic of private tears, will begin to move. The truth is a happening, with all the little gods. I demand nothing, only pink rose buds, of early winter. There is no one to know, that weeping grass, keeps me touching, holding my toes. SATISH VERMA
Peace at stake, it worked. Withdrawal of rubber dolls playing with fire. Empty bowls in lunar month. Concords were flying very high noiselessly crossing the peaks of great grudges. Pure golden hair – of grief. It really was miracle. Bald eagle was waiting. Enough time to steer a murder. The irresistable desire to rub with a paranoid. Extracting a genius from mediocre genera. Life had become too genteel. SATISH VERMA
Between the yellow moon and black stones pours the river of mourning in maze of silent night. At the top of the world – blue eyes were buried live, under the incense of palaces. They stood, unmoved in the corridors of metal tracks. Mowed down with concrete, lights had gone from the windows. Unlit walls returned the legends. Dictators deferred the hanging - Of truth. Decided to live in glass house for sometime. Lilies were growing between the graves. A green dagger was splitting open the wounds of mirrors in shame and fear.
To become or not to become a renegade, or to die or not to die for a semi-god ? These were some of the questions thrown at an incomplete script. What elevated you to a celebrity ? Your hump or deep wrinkled groans ? Age is abating, abattoir is empty. Exile from the past is over. When you intend to comeback to childhood and become a simple star ? Behind the mask lies the embrace of death I am afraid the flames will engulf, the genius of pathways. Everything will turn into obsolete gossip. A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.
Fear of a mound, tumbling down on the half-buried, half dead archives of desires, comes like a stampede of hoops on my chest. I lie alone in a desert of insanity. From the sea of agony one drop of salted tear, the title of a wasted life, brings the blood stained truth. I want to wash my eyes again. To watch the autumn leaves falling on impeccable stones for forgiveness. We were not the fruits. A song of blind water enters the earth to kiss the roots, foo giving liberation from sun leaked night. SATISH VERMA
Partly clad full moon was taking a bath on hills. Trees were waiting for the curtains to rise. Scented stars would make giant scars on the clouds, I would make peace with the sky. Lids of human greed were laden with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull. Of a virgin god who did not want to live for the blotched up creation. The decline was obvious. Truth had refused to climb on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs. Body had arrived, mourners quietly wailing. Gouged eyes could not decipher the script on the halved pyramid. Sun was sucking the clay. SATISH VERMA
This terracotta urn contains the ashes of an earth-baked dream. You worship the setting sun, rape of dawn will continue. Intravenous entry of hope had failed. Outside the window crowd of heirlooms, falling like stars. Thoughts come and go, we hunted opportunities in vain. Tonight I will drop the wheels on the tarmac, to roll the pride. My flight had knocked out the sleeping pain. Now amnesia will help me to climb on the moon's shoulders. They dragged her in the field, the most deprived one. Was outraged. I send you my grief, my sadness, O, god. The flag was flying half mast, rapist was absconding. SATISH VERMA
In the culture of self, and wilting idol who was going to interpret the truth? To resolve the inner conflicts of an ailing mind? I tell no one my validity, my loss, and my sudden realization, of a dying aura. Give me a poem, a childhood, a dream I wanted to live, without maligning a mirror. Without a cold-blooded murder of truths. Life was becoming a waiting in blackness for an audience with god. A thought sits whole life on a ruined model of a truth, trying to get freedom from the celebrated events of greed and hate. Windows are not supporting the light. Time for the greens to make a decision. SATISH VERMA
Movement spurts the truth- an endless journey. The constant search for beliefs creates confusion. Craving and wanting generates more conflicts. The meaningless life drifts. Can you go beyond your dreams, beyond your yearnings? I wanted to disagree with death the ultimate truth. Life had many connotations, there was no deliverance from reflections. No freedom from trepidation ego was the last refuge. The ending of self did't take you to liberation. Urremitting flow of time awakens your soul. Stillness of thoughts opens the muted doors of meditation. It suddenly transports you to the otherness. You are not your name. The indulgence to self becomes a second-hand event. SATISH VERMA
Today I will shed my body and meet you halfway at watery address. My eyes were not blinking to hold the clouds. To live or not to live was a great pain. Two small hands and two bubbling eyes glued to a broken wall was my hope. And glitter of the road, fallen trees, dead panther, had sacrificed my sun. I think I live to die daily, and die daily to live again over the enormous property of shame. Melting in my own blood I was becoming dark. The night was dancing on my sadness. Now it was me, shaking in remoteness of a distant voice! SATISH VERMA
One by one leaves had gone, several and many times. Lone tree, standing naked in dry wind was ready to walk. In inward aloneness to know the roots. You look straight into the eyes of primeval suffering. Under a cramped disguise of happiness, behind the glassed life. For the clawed, weeping silences who had turned away from the shrill voices. Night of burns, and promised beach of immortality shoulder to shoulder. SATISH VERMA
You gave me a name without asking. History of my pain did not need any label. I recalled only the blooms of bougainvillea, not the heat which gave them color. My burned lips remembered only the dew and rear view of life. The total otherness of the moon and stars did not heal the scars. My perceptions had given me hot tears. How the distance between us created the schizophrenia? The familiar laughs have frozen after all ! In the middle of night I lie awake to count the door and the closed windows. I listen to the moaning of walls. My eyes remained half-closed in freckled sleep. Heart blinks, unsnaps and weaves a moon. SATISH VERMA
There was the hunger and suicide. In favor of my brutal truth or virtue of my failure, I do not want any comments on my trauma. Morality has a dubious equation with power, provoking my anger. The days were full of abandoned kilns. No more shaping of containers in which one can put the moon, and honey and roses. Everything was turning brown with infinite, sulphur smelling teeth ready to bite into golden flesh. Convicts behind the walls were playing with mirrors to throw the light on slick towers. Death was laughing, waiting on the trees, eating black berries. And I was forced to taste the blood of sky with sodium – in sanctum sanctorum. SATISH VERMA
One final leap from high solitude into city of dusk, takes you to presence of charred remains of a fallen god. A housewife moves in the kitchen to prepare a farewell dinner for the encounter of fatal descent. A paranormal parting to comeback to body of truth, as you pick up your words. Space odyssey in eyes, palms folding, to receive the punishment. No complaints, no grieving conclusion of foregone stopping. A line will start from a dot. SATISH VERMA
They manipulated the words to cross the corridors of essence. Crib was empty, child was stolen. At blood stained altar there was no clue to mystical death. The contents now matter. Time displays tools of murder, snaps the sheet from the bed, kills the neophyte at water hole, unsucked breast swells, weeps endlessly. Apes are coming. Duplicates look brilliant like novae. It was becoming crowded. Becoming was destroying the matter. Fear moves in water, on the earth. Faraway a cuckoo sings a saddest song. Come, belong to my tears, drops of my soul's vessel, kiss the eyes of planet earth. SATISH VERMA
Tonight I will not sleep I will call you in my eyes. My hands were trembling when I opened the book. Words you uttered long back tumbled out ashen-faced. I started burning inside. Where did we take a wrong turn? The oven had baked a burnt-out face. They are altering genes. Suddenly it is going to start a riot among the gods, a pure kill. Frightened I move in circles around the little black hole in the center. Martians would throw the boys to appease the hungry angels. SATISH VERMA
I do not display, but am. Where the heart lies. In truth. I try to discover the centre of sorrow and bliss. Life has not given me full text of death. The shadows are larger than reals. You will not remember me in endless night. I am going on a long journey to find out what is death of a name the death of a prayer, and ending of self. The naked helices of truth are blazing. Death of a dawn some thing dies in me. I don't grieve. The frozen pain melts, legend withers. The shadow is liberated from image. The sadness leaves the fingerprints on my face. SATISH VERMA
Living on margin he was deceived again. A grasshopper was perched on door shedding green pigment. Granary was empty and he was, worried about the health of nation. Glare and splendor always hurt his eyes. In the name of prosperity, leftovers set the dirty houses apart from polished faces. He was again afraid of interior – bursting with statements of elegance, releasing the bald answers to nettled questions. The stench was glorified discreetly, giving a pause to sorrow. Who was destroying the sweetness? SATISH VERMA
Somebody had put the feet against the flame, the street had become a wall. Commitment had failed, the doors were locked. Collective guilt was seeking favour. Repeating the same story blurs the sky. Sun will not come out. You are speaking. He was speaking. Truth was speaking. Solitude and silence come before the summary. I was responsible for myself. Earth refuses to conceive – fire in veins. Doves had stopped flying. SATISH VERMA
Your lips were me. I wanted a kiss which never came. Insertion of a word, was committed my wings took a flight for anonymity. To keep suffering alive truth was accepting the hurts. I was not speaking for myself. Who was me to want a praise for the custodian of morality? Something for my name? I must salute the fallen fingers, who did not write death – for my hugging blankness. SATISH VERMA
For the sake of lake, I climbed on the weeping hills to see the other side of moon. The precipice of hunger weighs heavily on shoulders. Capricious time moves inwardly, Strikes at the chest. I set free the love-birds. Conflict of trees tramples the grass All summer the smell of dry winds was scorching tear drops. Every word was crying. Dark in my city I am wandering alone in alleys of hostile homes. The collective guilt of the flesh blazes the mind. SATISH VERMA
Reticent were moon, sky and birds. A pall of gloom spread on the trees. Stoically I rode on the wings of pain, to watch the descending values. A timeless truth separates the charm from lies, and I long for the generosity of past which could connect us to future. A flame burns the eyes. When we took the wrong road? Still the fever is rising. Gods sneak into our affairs. A firebird flies in the space with long span of shadow, the helpless victim lies in wait, to be dispatched. SATISH VERMA
Distance was increasing in spewing rage. I yearned for a solitude of desert sand and rocks away from musty tongues and eros. Counting my failed attempts to reconcile with exits and slant hopes. Like an eclipsed moon plying over the hill to investigate a shorn lamb. Plucking the hair from a beautiful scalp to become a nun. Arthritic river brings back the waves. Unreachable was the crest. Today standing alone on the summit I watch the drop with grief.
Everybody was in hurry to unpack the sins and reshuffle the names of burns, by taking a holy dip in mauve lake. I wanted to defang them. Acid attack had the inversion effect on the expressions. It was an obscene vision unrolling the infant for bleeding an opponent. The procession moved on. Details never came out. Only the flaming bodies, loud thuds and the screaming virgins. This was unlucky for the hutments, fragile poles crumbled down, unspeakable emptiness on the faces. Something has to be unlearnt. Too much pain of the knowledge. Ectopic pregnancy? SATISH VERMA
In the service of flesh new vision was perfecting a cult; silence was going home. It was not there freedom of defense for bread, but I must pay the price of hunger. The oblique afterthought compelled by nocturnal infidelity picks up the black threads, minute by minute. Death was very genial. Comes silently behind the cacti - across the intelligent green. One has to pay for touching greatness. The thoughts will never go from the unwinking eyes. I was listening to the footsteps. SATISH VERMA
Blood splatters on walls, on earth. Erstwhile anointed idol lies broken. Thatched roof was burning. Navel crushed on the newspaper, a rape was atoned by cash award. A womb refuses to eject the ticking clock wants to preserve the window of sin. Mother do not cry for the ashen stranger he will go to the roaring sea to wash the bleeding corn, and the mouth. Salt in the eyes is hurting. Paper thin purple child becomes the player of death. Appetite of flesh for nirvana has cuddled the religion of grizzly bears. Be or not to be makes a body formless and slapped. River is waiting for the shoreline to show respect for the wandering fakir. He comes once in thousand years and crosses the dams. World will kiss his tattered toga. He wanted nothing, he gave nothing. SATISH VERMA
A parallel pain walks with you when you split into space and time. You were too shy to die, to feel the anguish and bliss of death. Something inside you springs into a tree for a half-life. The search for the meaning of life takes roots in calamities. They get back at you, the paranoids on the horizon line, where the galaxy meets the paradox, the void, the fear. Any physical possibility generates the sparks. The realization takes you back in mud and grass outside the body to rest in peace. The formless listening, seeing without objects furthers hyperesthesia. You have found yourself in emptiness! SATISH VERMA
Why did not you cross the black river and remained innocent ? Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest ? You won the race, the space, the heaven. Moving away to the farthest blackness. Your god sits crosslegged, clotting. Brown hands on white shoulders, boneless move in circle. Deportation of words opens the green wounds. Birds carry the snow on the wings. I was confused, wanted to love my broken vowels, for absolute you and me. The baby face pops up again in my perfection, speechless. SATISH VERMA
Manipulating grief, dirty hands - open the lid, release imagos. Eyes are blank. You unravel the last of roses. Surface tension wavers. An imbecile sky pours the eyes, nose and ears. Courtyard fills again, morphed resurrection. I am persona non grata in my own home. The moon does not cry. Mystical lights. Headstones not legible. Lockjaw. Waiting for morning-glory. Stars are blinking. Still I am stupid, courting my failures. Cushion of thorns, I am weary of heavens. Me, this earth, I do not die. SATISH VERMA
He faked a letter to god and slept whole night. (Fallen in a creek from a moving train.) Indeed, he saddled himself with luxury of oblivion. The success around him was most obstinate. Pretending to condone the arthritis of social limbs, he walked straight to become what he would be, a fakir among riches without fanfare. The absolute renunciation, slapping the door – shut, for blackness. It was visible, the nakedness of brazen lies falling like cottonwool around him. He touched coral eyes of truth and wept, never to speak again. Cosmos would split for his journey to home. This was meant for you, he said to himself. Your own choosing without any regrets. His fingers traced the figure of a mother of the thin moon, who was assaulting the crib of sun. SATISH VERMA
A saddened rain drop strikes me at the face. When town is burning, its dignity confronts me with force. A human clone rises like a smoke from the ruins of our nerves. Why the love has evaporated from our hearts? In new spread of palaces, upside down roots grow with regrets. The dark woods depart, small grasses peel off. the wounds of earth. Tomorrow the half glory of our greed will be exhibited and leaves will burn. Now a clearing has been made. Sun smiles, bakes the bones. The water of life has been denied to us. Beaming technology buries the classical path, the book and the eros. The wet landscape cries. SATISH VERMA
I will cross the twilight zone to meet you in zero space negating the fear. The mauled city strikes the dumb sky in unilateral war. Coming from a bleeding torso a scream agitates the dolls playing with pebbles. Flaming death will not leave footprints Violence was not coming to stop. It had many faces. The very existence had no meaning. Darkness, was coming down the hills. Can you bring some flowers? Sun was nowhere in sight? SATISH VERMA
Your body in mud pack in line of fire suddenly finds a lover. I was watching with concern. Cup of soul, lined with abrasive desires was empty. Do not go raging in the sea, to collect the salt. The pink eye tells the boom. We may meet again, may not. I was leaving behind a trail of exiled skulls on sand. The ghosts had left the home waking up On periphery of trembling moon. The door did not open for apocalypse. I fell over long stemmed roses since life was very desperate!
The tryst with path, was full of voices of silence, confronting its wrath & revenge. Nothing was new, soft matter divided the winds, arithmetic of energy, faced up to its agony of spent life. Decently artful, you manipulated the clouds, its music, the bluebells went into trance. The shower laden leaves started dancing. Half solemn, half smiling you preached the immortality of a sick downloaded wisdom. The golden days had yellowed vision of time, but mutation was complete. The masts were broken. The air was scented with punch & humility. Adjectives had the advantage over nouns. SATISH VERMA
Self – immolating silence softens the pain, an art of solitude. Evening drifts to come closer to moon. Night is summer washed. Small stars are trembling on blue waves. The night climbs down from the brown hill. Agony of life filters in your eyes. Unspoiled tears leave a trail of liberation. Sorrow was insipid in your dark book. Possessing a blue surge, a nothingness bloomed into a smile. Space fills the dreams, coarse picture and empty memories. The vacant frame holds only the waiting. Centre was gone. The boundaries have captured the colorless fragments of thought, dry bones. SATISH VERMA
Whole world hides in your liquid eyes, I need to return to my consciousness, to change my verse. The dry air has wiped out the beautiful words sitting on the edge, of a meaning I write a new song. Discovering your forgotten self, was a pain, I always avoided. Years touched me softly, on the temples in vain. Dumb I was with grief, threading a pile of memories, to know my other self. Somewhere a god smiles on me. God of my mud & water, wide open like a father, who never died. The moon slaughters my clouds. I was always angry, with my odd appearance. SATISH VERMA
A lifetime with a classic pain, does not give me peace or freedom. Blind ideas scream, breaking the antique silence. Becoming was not, the ending of desire, or senile decay of lips. You were destroyed, by your weird dreams. Silver spoon, seldom became the bread of poor. Sweated and smashed, I picked up green sprigs of sorrow. It was a gift of sun and water. Waiting for my turn to catch the sunset and the new moon together. I wanted a life as a leaf, drifting out on the hill, touching the stillness of the thing, the emptiness. SATISH VERMA
He did not depart or reached anywhere, and did not realize himself. When words could not find the meaning, where the man will go? He thought he did not believe in 'why', the limits of purpose, dictating the sentence. Stones were still floating on the sea and he was standing on a shipwreck. Thinking and unthinking do not solve the mystery of human turnings, the malignancy of artificial intelligence. A rebirth of enlightment can take over? The objectivity becomes the subject. You trot on the grass to retrieve the moon, fallen midnight. SATISH VERMA
For death of conflicts, and conflicts of death, the coming of cessation, I was waiting. Tomorrow must come before eternity, that inness, I will come to terms with one day. The absoluteness of certainties creates a danger of half-truths. An intelligent mind suffers _ in ther era of hoaxes and contradictions. The happenings of existence continue without dignity. Hand-picked rainbow is dumped face down in shallow creek, drugged, raped and abandoned to lose colours in water. When the sky hangs on the shore the blue sea sends the condolence. The sharp cleavage of silicon breasts weeps for a failed performance. SATISH VERMA
Watching the charred remains of the toys you want me to search for another house. Eventually I decide to go for a voiceless door. Who was calling whom? Eternity hurts me. I want to come to a stop, pause for the evening and climb up the hearse. A howl is waiting for me to engulf me in myself. The blind statement will sit as a judge and decide the fate of the key. I cannot open the lock! SATISH VERMA
Confessional truth is not my aggressive ego, it is my fault. The resolution of my conflicts with time, the smell of the broken limbs, my head in hoisted fever, my eyes searching for a cloud. The ultimate otherness, of an idea baffles me. Charity creates the misery, you seek a window, not the sky. Looking for the gods, enjoying the sweet depression, of a pseudo-hurt. I wanted the sanctity of a tree, full of fragrant bloom. To break the spell of hot arguments, the fire of ideals, projects self worship. Town meets casually to select a hybrid of man, and a beast. SATISH VERMA
No one owned the tears, a tale of frozen pain, prayed in dark, making the silence harder to hear. A classic fire scalds the monument of life. A patch of grief here and there, lets out the mystery. A reclusive self between window and moon, unfeels the broken clouds, bangs the sky. Suffering the obscenities of the inverted earth, life propels you to go empty hands in your domain. Shadows are thinning. Waning moon crawls slowly somebody said, catch me if you can, my being. The world never understood, went on digging the holes in the hearts, burning the boots. SATISH VERMA
The matrix drinks the words, in the anonymity of opaque meanings. Heart slips a flutter, to catch the unborn tomorrow. The deep azure measures the depth, the fear, drowning the architect, generic of doom. A drop floats in an ocean of solitude, a static milieu which has no quivering of its own. The roots always give pain. Your eyes are filled with tears. Now final image was a memoir of falling leaves. The dark effect splinters, into many seeds. The space widens between us in a hush of loneliness. Egocentric wind scrapes our bones. SATISH VERMA
Question of me, vanquishing the existence, arises again. At times life repeats the horror. Insufficiency of a heart builds an orphanage, I play the game, then flounder. Poison is spreading - the myth of absurdity overtakes, truth breaks into splinters Me and my dialogues with life speak of celebration in vitro. Taking off the camouflage. The body prints the friction, but the descent of dark and other questions remain unreplied. The soul suffers in a hole. All the pretty meanings, become meaningless when time abstracts, the stone prevails upon the daisies, sin and desire go for a reward. The door does not open, I put aside the beholder and give a voice to dead tongue. Satish Verma
Death in meadow on leaves, under the sky. History was walking over the bodies of those who were in service to move the wheels of sorrow. The horror sinks slowly. They were killed without war. Unpaid debts of life, conflicts at home. Amidst the laughter somebody hangs in a noose. Cry, cry, the possessed one, your script had failed you. Your chosen god was fake one your unknown fear was real - under the veil of sky-blue peace. The faith has a price now, put up for sale on the combed street, from the opening of a number. No wages are fixed for lying deep round the pain of centuries. SATISH VERMA
Your window was very small. Why did not you throw the dice? Walk away without a want? I had no courage to tell the lies, to hold the secrets of brave tears, which failed to live in red-bricked house. And a naked womb protecting the fetus from scars and curtains, will find a anointed bed to sleep for eternity, for delivering, a new star. An anode will discharge on a galactic light, a message of the hungry birds of prey. Death wants its share of flesh. SATISH VERMA
The dazzling star went through me. I was undemanding from dusk to dusk hurting myself, not anybody. Time to meet my twin, to set he black on orange. My guilt, my fear, my foreboding. Let go off, my sap in the twigs, fruits were coming down. Under the guise of innocence eruptiness entered into non-thought. One by one snakes unrolled with black eyes, under the succulent breasts, the black poison clapping the pink lips. The dirt was spreading on the hands of unborn children. Their eyes searching the seeds. On dark beads of mother. Father had been killed in a cave. SATISH VERMA
Roses had gone wilting after surgery. Biovision of acrylic lenses was projecting a corrupt green mount. The rubber king had a papery laugh. How you deal with a maverick – matter – of – factly? Pall bearers of a tall legend were carrying nitroglycerine sticks unfazed. Saboteurs of moon night were scheming. I was sick of pretentions. Brown and black scars become a honeycomb hiding the agenda. Stigmatized devotion gets back at you after still birth of truth. I will wait sine die for the verdict of hope. SATISH VERMA
King of sex, the third gender or hermaphrodite, half male, half female, existing on margin, beheads the creator to propitiate the deity of destruction, starts a genocide to create a new model, new world, sexless, moonless sunless. How could you remain normal when you were being robbed of every myth, every truth? And you were walking under the guilty sky unmindful of the pouncing, long legged tarentulas to bite off your elements? All of your tongue? And the heat will give up the slaughtered spring dried up in eternal shade? Within the memory will lie the pain of million years? SATISH VERMA

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Wilhelmina: Meaning, Popularity, Origin of Baby Name Wilhelmina
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A feminine form of William (resolute protector).
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Willa, Minna, Mina, Minnie, Minette, Mette, Wilma, Willow, Willie, Billie
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Wilhelmina Hunnewell Winthrop ("Billy"), heroine of Judith Krantz prototype sex-and-shopping novel, "Scruples".


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The Colossus of Rhodes (Ancient Greek: ὁ Κολοσσὸς Ῥόδιος ho Kolossòs Rhódios)[1] was a statue of the Greek titan-god of the sun Helios, erected in the city of Rhodes, on the Greek island of the same name, by Chares of Lindos in 280 BC. It is considered one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. It was constructed to celebrate Rhodes' victory over the ruler of Cyprus, Antigonus I Monophthalmus, whose son unsuccessfully besieged Rhodes in 305 BC. Before its destruction in the earthquake of 226 BC, the Colossus of Rhodes stood over 30 metres (98 feet) high,[2] making it one of the tallest statues of the ancient world.[3]
In the late 4th century BC, Rhodes, allied with Ptolemy I of Egypt, prevented a mass invasion staged by their common enemy, Antigonus I Monophthalmus.
In 304 BC a relief force of ships sent by Ptolemy arrived, and Antigonus's army abandoned the siege, leaving most of their siege equipment. To celebrate their victory, the Rhodians sold the equipment left behind for 300 talents[4] and decided to use the money to build a colossal statue of their patron god, Helios. Construction was left to the direction of Chares, a native of Lindos in Rhodes, who had been involved with large-scale statues before. His teacher, the sculptor Lysippos, had constructed a 22 metres (72 feet) high[5] bronze statue of Zeus at Tarentum.
The construction began in 292 BC. Ancient accounts, which differ to some degree, describe the structure as being built with iron tie bars to which brass plates were fixed to form the skin. The interior of the structure, which stood on a 15-metre (49-foot) high white marble pedestal near the Mandraki harbour entrance, was then filled with stone blocks as construction progressed.[6] Other sources place the Colossus on a breakwater in the harbour. The statue itself was over 30 metres (98 feet) tall. Much of the iron and bronze was reforged from the various weapons Demetrius's army left behind, and the abandoned second siege tower may have been used for scaffolding around the lower levels during construction. Upper portions were built with the use of a large earthen ramp. During the building, workers would pile mounds of earth on the sides of the colossus. Upon completion all of the earth was removed and the colossus was left to stand alone. After twelve years, in 280 BC, the statue was completed. Preserved in Greek anthologies of poetry is what is believed to be the genuine dedication text for the Colossus.[7]
To you, o Sun, the people of Dorian Rhodes set up this bronze statue reaching to Olympus, when they had pacified the waves of war and crowned their city with the spoils taken from the enemy. Not only over the seas but also on land did they kindle the lovely torch of freedom and independence. For to the descendants of Herakles belongs dominion over sea and land.
Modern engineers have put forward a plausible hypothesis for the statue construction, based on the technology of those days (which was not based on the modern principles of earthquake engineering), and the accounts of Philo and Pliny who both saw and described the remains.[8]
The base pedestal was at least 60 feet (18 m) in diameter and either circular or octagonal. The feet were carved in stone and covered with thin bronze plates riveted together. Eight forged iron bars set in a radiating horizontal position formed the ankles and turned up to follow the lines of the legs while becoming progressively smaller. Individually cast curved bronze plates 60 inches (1,500 mm) square with turned in edges were joined together by rivets through holes formed during casting to form a series of rings. The lower plates were 1 inch (25 mm) in thickness to the knee and 3/4 inch thick from knee to abdomen, while the upper plates were 1/4 to 1/2 inch thick except where additional strength was required at joints such as the shoulder, neck, etc.
The statue stood for 54 years until Rhodes was hit by the 226 BC earthquake, when significant damage was also done to large portions of the city, including the harbour and commercial buildings, which were destroyed.[9] The statue snapped at the knees and fell over onto the land. Ptolemy III offered to pay for the reconstruction of the statue, but the oracle of Delphi made the Rhodians afraid that they had offended Helios, and they declined to rebuild it.
The remains lay on the ground as described by Strabo (xiv.2.5) for over 800 years, and even broken, they were so impressive that many travelled to see them. Pliny the Elder remarked that few people could wrap their arms around the fallen thumb and that each of its fingers was larger than most statues.[10]
In 653, an Arab force under Muslim caliph Muawiyah I captured Rhodes, and according to The Chronicle of Theophanes the Confessor,[11] the statue was cast down and sold to a Jewish merchant of Edessa who loaded the bronze on 900 camels.[12] The stereotypical Arab destruction and the purported sale to a Jew possibly originated as a powerful metaphor for Nebuchadnezzar's dream of the destruction of a great statue, and would have been understood by any 7th century monk as evidence for the coming apocalypse.[13]
The same story is recorded by Barhebraeus, writing in Syriac in the 13th century in Edessa:[14] (after the Arab pillage of Rhodes) "And a great number of men hauled on strong ropes which were tied round the brass Colossus which was in the city and pulled it down. And they weighed from it three thousand loads of Corinthian brass, and they sold it to a certain Jew from Emesa" (the Syrian city of Homs). Theophanes is the sole source of this account and all other sources can be traced to him.
The harbour-straddling Colossus was a figment of medieval imaginations based on the dedication text's mention of "over land and sea" twice and the writings of an Italian visitor who in 1395 noted that local tradition held that the right foot had stood where the church of St John of the Colossus was then located.[15] Many later illustrations show the statue with one foot on either side of the harbour mouth with ships passing under it. References to this conception are also found in literary works. Shakespeare's Cassius in Julius Caesar (I,ii,136–38) says of Caesar:
Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves
(even if the walking may suggest a Colossus on land rather than spanning water). Shakespeare alludes to the Colossus also in Troilus and Cressida (V.5) and in Henry IV, Part 1 (V.1).
The New Colossus, an 1883 poem by Emma Lazarus engraved on a bronze plaque and mounted inside the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty in 1903, contrasts the latter with:
The brazen giant of Greek fame
with conquering limbs astride from land to land
While these fanciful images feed the misconception, the mechanics of the situation reveal that the Colossus could not have straddled the harbour as described in Lemprière's Classical Dictionary. If the completed statue had straddled the harbour, the entire mouth of the harbour would have been effectively closed during the entirety of the construction; nor would the ancient Rhodians have had the means to dredge and re-open the harbour after construction. The statue fell in 224 BC: if it had straddled the harbour mouth, it would have entirely blocked the harbour. Also, since the ancients would not have had the ability to remove the entire statue from the harbour, it would not have remained visible on land for the next 800 years, as discussed above. Even neglecting these objections, the statue was made of bronze, and engineering analyses indicate that it could not have been built with its legs apart without collapsing from its own weight.[15] Many researchers have considered alternative positions for the statue which would have made it more feasible for actual construction by the ancients.[15][16] There is also no evidence that the statue held a torch aloft, the records simply say that after completion, the Rhodians kindled the "torch of freedom." A relief in a nearby temple shows Helios standing with one hand shielding his eyes (as if saluting) and it is quite possible that the colossus was constructed in the same pose. While we do not know what the statue looked like we do have a good idea of what the head and face looked like as it was of a standard rendering at the time. The head would have had curly hair with evenly spaced spikes of bronze or silver flame radiating, similar to the images found on contemporary Rhodian coins.[15]
Media reports in 1989 initially suggested that large stones found on the seabed off the coast of Rhodes might have been the remains of the Colossus, but this theory was later shown to be without merit.
Another theory published in an article in 2008 by Ursula Vedder suggests that the Colossus was never in the port, but rather was part of the Acropolis of Rhodes, on a hill today named Monte Smith, which overlooks the port area. The temple on top of Monte Smith has traditionally thought to have been devoted to Apollo, but according to Vedder, it would have been a Helios sanctuary. The enormous stone foundations at the temple site, the function of which is not definitively known by modern scholars, are proposed by Vedder to have been the supporting platform of the Colossus.[17] The fortress of St Nicholas is also posited as the location. The fort's floor contains an anomalous circle of sandstone blocks which may have been the statue's foundation while curved blocks of marble incorporated in the structure, too finely cut to have been made for the purpose, may be the remains of a marble base that sat upon the sandstone foundation.[15]


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Production and cash costs in the first quarter were in-line with plan at both operations. As previously guided, production from Young- Davidson is expected to increase significantly during the second half of the year following the commissioning of the shaft crushing and hoisting system, which is the key catalyst to drive significant increases in underground and further cost efficiencies.
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- The Company announced Proven and Probable Mineral Reserves of 6.8 million gold ounces (201,695 tonnes at 1.05 g/t) as at December 31, 2012, a 1.69 million ounce increase over 2011, primarily driven through reserve additions reported from the Kemess Underground Project.
- The Company announced results from the Kemess Underground feasibility study that surfaces additional option value and outlines the development of an underground block cave operation with average annual production of 105,000 ounces of gold and 44 million pounds of copper at cash costs of $213 per ounce of gold, net of by-product credits, over a mine-life of approximately 12 years.
- The Company is currently mining from the third and fourth stopes in the underground mine and productivities continue to ramp-up well and averaged 1,130 tpd during the quarter.
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I made lengthy posts in the other thread about why Orianna and Draven could have worked, and even had one of the so called 'elites' agreeing with my points. Were you paying attention at all, or do I have to go dig all that up again? There is a certain amount of creative freedom that can come with playing a champion. Riot made this very clear when they made the Journal of Justice, in which champions commonly behave in ways you wouldn't expect. It's a little silly if Riot's official lore is more free and flexible than the way you seem to think everyone should play their characters. And why are you of all people making this thread? I do not view Wukong as a constant troll character. Yes he could be a fun loving sort, but I do not see him as a prankster or someone who meddles in other people's business. He would be focussed on his martial arts to a lesser extent than Master Yi, but still very devoted to the wuju style, (which I think you could probably prioritise more. I rarely see your Wukong training/practicing/talking about martial arts even though he does show skill when provoked). This prankster personality is something you've developed to make your character more easy to identify with and give them a 'niche' beyond what limited catalyst we're given in the lore (which is barely a few small bones to pick). As a result your Wukong has a definate presence on the forums, much more so than he would if you were just playing him straight to lore. There's nothing particularly wrong with adding a twist to certain characters so long as it is within the realm of what they would or could do. Much of the purpose of the role playing forums in the first place is to entertain. People don't just want to see Champions doing things they know champions are going to do. They want to see the champions getting into new and unexpected situations that challenge their lore personalities. That was like most of the reason why Journal of Justice was even fun, and Corporate Mundo was a sucessful joke. This is why roleplay is such a flexible and enjoyable medium of character exploration and development. Let's use Kog'maw as an example here (sorry Koggy!) Kog'Maw has barely any personality in-game due to being a slathering voidling that eats everything he (it) comes across. However due to certain skins and joke lines, it's become common perception to give him a puppydog personality, which is like 80% derived from his joke lines. The current Kog'maw has adopted this stance and as a result comes out as a very likeable character. Now a Kog'maw purist who wants to see the character as a mindless eating machine death engine would argue that's against the spirit of the character, but that wouldn't make for very fun or creative rp's. Y'all need to use your imagination a bit more. Warwick/Soraka is a fascinating concept on the theme of 'opposites attract', especially when Soraka has ulterior motives. I found that awesome and well played by both of them. The fact that it's Soraka who's getting into Warwick's head and not vice versa is delicious irony. If we're seriously going to start pointing fingers again and throwing poop, let's make this the last one and get it all out of our (your) system(s).
Yeah, but I am bringing the prankster down and the warrior back up, honestly. Been, what, a week or two ever since that. EDIT:But again, there are thing that a character might do, that is unlikely he/she/talon would do it, and then there's something the char would NEVER DO! Soraka isn't devious, she doesn't hurt people like that. Being in a relationship for the sole purpose of IT is just stupid. Like waging war so you could fight.
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This Mustang would look better it they would lose the blue Ford emblem off the hood and put the Mustang emblem in the grill.
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FourGrainer 2 years, 4 months ago
That is completely different. Not sure I see the "Mustang" in it. Thanks for posting it
johnleonardphoto 2 years, 4 months ago
You'd think they would have learned with that Mustang II crap they did in the 70's. It's an American Icon. Who cares if Europeans don't like it. The car sales well because of the nostalgia, solid axle, and tremendous power per dollar. I'm fine with the ecoboost V6, great engine, but an IRS and Euro styling will kill sales. Ford should WAKE-UP! They are heading down the same flawed thinking that doomed GM brands such as Pontiac.
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Nice looking car. Doesn't look much like a Mustang though. This could be yet another Ford Motor Co. mistake.
elancaster65 2 years, 4 months ago
Looks like the love child of a Kia Optima and an Aston Martin DB9...
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