Here's the next four spreads of my altered book. Most of it has been created using acrylic paint and chalk pastels. Pages 15 & 16 were inspired by lyrics of a song which I can't remember the name..LOL. Pages 17 & 18 are were inspired by the song "Comes and Goes" by Greg Laswell which is on my player. Pages 19-22 were inspired by a poem I wrote a long time ago. It's not the complete version so I posted it below that pic.
Pages 15 & 16
Pages 17 & 18 
Pages 19 & 20 
Pages 21 & 22Copyright © 2009 Heather Gordy. All rights reserved.
TRAPPED (written by Heather Gordy - 03/10/07)
Foam melts; Disappears...
It's a friend of water.
Untrusty... Unstable liquid lost in the effervescent lies surrounded by voids in time.
Foam settles on murky waters, dissolving truths cast in shadows dark.
Silent;
Trembling on broken wings as it softly dances on lips of deceit.
In this place of deadly dreams it lurks.
Devilish eyes spy on bursting bubbles caught in a trance that binds it to this world.
Showing bloody hands and open arms, it sits patiently...
Waiting in chartreuse symphonies filled with childish games and daisy chains.
Frothy, cold and restless.
It's a formulation of perfection.
Biological inventions;
Somewhere between solid and gaseous manipulation.
Foam dreaming of becoming water becoming ice.
Polluted memories of smothering control, immolated by savage uses of potential mayhem.
Combustible maniacs of chemistry equations.
Matter left over...
Overused;
Sprayed with powdered delusions of reckless hearts and battered bones.
Foam melting into salted crystals and burned by flames upon silver.
Injected, inhaled, shot, smoked, absorbed;
Ripping through to the center.
A sodium delight meant for chambers under pressure.
Pure, impure, real, untrusty, unstable;
Foam dissolving into water.
It lurks... No longer alone.
It's a friend of water.
Untrusty... Unstable liquid lost in the effervescent lies surrounded by voids in time.
Foam settles on murky waters, dissolving truths cast in shadows dark.
Silent;
Trembling on broken wings as it softly dances on lips of deceit.
In this place of deadly dreams it lurks.
Devilish eyes spy on bursting bubbles caught in a trance that binds it to this world.
Showing bloody hands and open arms, it sits patiently...
Waiting in chartreuse symphonies filled with childish games and daisy chains.
Frothy, cold and restless.
It's a formulation of perfection.
Biological inventions;
Somewhere between solid and gaseous manipulation.
Foam dreaming of becoming water becoming ice.
Polluted memories of smothering control, immolated by savage uses of potential mayhem.
Combustible maniacs of chemistry equations.
Matter left over...
Overused;
Sprayed with powdered delusions of reckless hearts and battered bones.
Foam melting into salted crystals and burned by flames upon silver.
Injected, inhaled, shot, smoked, absorbed;
Ripping through to the center.
A sodium delight meant for chambers under pressure.
Pure, impure, real, untrusty, unstable;
Foam dissolving into water.
It lurks... No longer alone.
Ok the song is "Entre Nous". It's not the exact words but it's close.
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