Uploads from Ray of Peace, tagged reality, with geodata

A Temple in soft summer night

nobody@flickr.com (Ray of Peace) — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 03:59:13 -0800

Taken @ Bankok, Thailand. Dedicated to my Photoshop teacher Atif Mohd ( Xploiter) for all the PS classes and for being a great friend.

I look for u............

nobody@flickr.com (Ray of Peace) — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 00:26:24 -0700

Ray of Peace posted a photo:

City lights
Autumn leaves
The sweet breeze
Everywhere I look

The city lights up
With lamp posts
And stars
Everywhere I look

City lights
Autumn leaves
The sweet breeze
Everywhere I look

The leaves fall
In the autumn
Yellow and orange and red
Everywhere I look

I look for U.........

Its autumn again.

nobody@flickr.com (Ray of Peace) — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 00:26:24 -0700

Ray of Peace posted a photo:

Leaves whisper the sound of our past
In loss they pay a descent
To the ground we fall

It’s autumn again
Our song is sung by the wind
Echoes of loss and grief
Through chilled air we wade

It’s autumn again
The waters grow as cold as our hearts
We are alike – crusted in ice
In ourselves we freeze

It’s autumn again
Flowers vanish from our sadness
Our beauty grows weak
Covered in frost we wither

It’s autumn again
The rain falls like our tears
Can’t dry our eyes
From the sky we descend

It’s autumn again
The sun shines then fails like us
Our sight becomes a wintry gray
Lost in darkness we will fade

It’s autumn again

If...............................(The Matrix Series)

nobody@flickr.com (Ray of Peace) — Sun, 03 May 2009 20:57:40 -0700

Ray of Peace posted a photo:

House lights on a mountain.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)