Monday, April 28, 2014

Jose Feliciano's “Light my fire” #Desire #MUSICVIDEO #DianaMarySharpton #INeedUTonight

Salma Hayek, German Vogue, September 2012 (1)


The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.” ~ Ferdinand Foch

Monday came and went! What is needed right about now is a solid soulful jam! How about Jose Feliciano, one of the most prominent Latin-born performers of the pop era? He is a singer/guitarist from Harlem, New York via Lares, Puerto Rico. 

The song being featured tonight was originally recorded and released by The Doors, in August 1966 and first week of January 1967 respectively on their debut album. It spent three weeks as number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. However, I love Jose's interpretation! It has that... how you say soul!

The video featuring Jose in a live performance has amazing clarity and acoustic quality. He takes this traditional rock song to the next level by adding his unique soulful styling with a Pop genre. I’m going to HIGHLY recommend a few minutes of your time to listen. The song is titled “Light my fire(2). The video was uploaded on YOUTUBE, Oct 15, 2013 by Dj Mário.

I have added the lyrics below for your reading pleasure.

"Light My Fire" (3)
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you, hey
Girl, we couldn't get much higher

Come on, baby, light my fire
Come on, baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

Mm, the time for hesitation's through
There's no time to wallow in the mire
Darling, we could only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on, baby, light my fire
Come on, baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

Well, you know that it would be untrue
And you know that I would be a liar
If I was to go and tell you
Mama, we couldn't get much higher

Yeah, come on, baby, light my fire
Come on, baby, light my fire, yeah
Try to set the night on fire, hey

Hey, come on, baby, light, light my fire, yeah
Come on, babe, light my fire
Don't you know it's all right?
Light my fire, light my fire, light my fire
Oh, light my fire, light my fire, light my fire, yeah, girl
Girl, you better light my fire, yeah
You better light, you better light, you better light my fire
And we're gonna get much higher
Oh, come on, girl
You know I love you, girl
You know I need you, babe
Come on, light, light, light, light my fire
Light my fire
A-light my fire
Light my fire, light my fire, light my fire

Light, light, light, light, light my, light my fire

Thank you for your continued support. I pray you are having a blessed evening or morning.

Peace and Love Always Diana

Amor mio como te deceo! I couldn't sleep and need your loving Sugar...
1.)    Photograph: Salma Hayek, German Vogue, September 2012
2.)    Video: Jose Feliciano - Light my fire.
3.)     Lyrics:

Sunday, April 27, 2014

“Red River Crossing” Getaway to “Holly’s Border Bar” #TEXAS/OKLAHOMA #DMS #BIKERBAR #GETAWAY #LetsRide!

Red River Crossing frome Denison Dam (2)


All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.” 

― J.R.R. Tolkien

Yesterday, April 26, 2014, I took a day trip to the “Red River Crossing” up highway 75 from Dallas, Texas to the border between the state of Texas and Durant, Oklahoma. Driving it is about an hour and half from Richardson, Texas. It was a brilliant sunny day and my IPOD filled with great music was my driving companion, I was in heaven. This was my second venture to this part of Texas and it was specifically to photograph the river and bridge from the Denison Dam. My secondary reason was to check out my fellow Texan and wonderful friend’s marvelous biker bar.

Red River Railroad Bridge w/Train Passing through (2)
A little background and history on, The Red River, is that it is a major tributary to the Mississippi and Atchafalaya rivers in the southern US. “It is the second-largest river basin in the southern Great Plains. It rises in two branches in the Texas Panhandle and flows east, where it acts as the border between the states of Texas and Oklahoma. It forms a short border between Texas and Arkansas before entering Arkansas, turning south near Fulton, Arkansas and flowing into Louisiana. The total length of the river is 1,360 miles (2,190 km), with a mean flow of over 57,000 cubic feet per second (1,600 m3/s) at the mouth.” (2)

Once you cross the bridge, which has a steel railroad bridge on its right, take the very first exit on your right and then a left to 1390 S Franklin St, Colbert, Oklahoma 74733. This is where you will find “Holly’s Border Bar” and its gorgeous charismatic and just down right sexy proprietor Holley Means. I had the great pleasure of spending a large part of yesterday afternoon speaking with Holly about her bar business.

Holly Means and her Harley out side of  Holly’s Border Bar” (2)
Interview: Holly Means proprietor of “Holly’s Border Bar
Pool Table (2)
Holly has been the proprietor of “Holly’s Border Bar” for over ten years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in Durant, Oklahoma and is proudly married to Bryan Means for over twenty years. The bar’s main clientele are basically “bikers” from all over Texas and Oklahoma “Ride to the Border” is her signature brand idiom. I asked Holley to tell me the best misnomer about her “Biker” customers and she said that despite their rough appearance which could turn off some folks; that bikers are salt of the earth, independent and fiercely loyal individuals. Quote:Bikers have a strong love for country, family and their bikes and in that order” and indeed her bar was welcoming, warm, great music and full of fun. She said that there were eighty couples that had met in this bar and to this day remained together. My personal prospective is “Don't judge a book by its cover” -George Elliot. The best time you can have is not at the casino, it is right here with Holly!!!!
Decorative Art (2)

Public Information:
Address:          1390 S Franklin St, Colbert, Oklahoma 74733, Telephone 580-296-5299

I would highly recommend checking out “Holly’s Border Bar” if you are driving by or in the neighborhood. Also, she has a list of scheduled
Upcoming Events (2)
events, which look amazing! Look on her facebook page.

1. Red River:
2. Photography: Diana Mary Sharpton Photography ~ all rights reserved © 2014

My special song for this hard riding, god fearing, wonderful lady is
"Bob Seger - Roll Me Away From the album "The Distance" 1982" "Thank You For the Beer!!!!

Saturday, April 26, 2014

David Franciosa's "il mio cuore va" #PREMIERE #MUSICVIDEO

David Franciosa (1)
Good evening! Tonight’s guest is a gentleman from Los Angeles, California via Melbourne, Victoria, Australia and he sings a brilliant tune in Italian. I have added the lyrics in English below. This is his second guest appearance on this Blog and he is premiering a brand new song and video with a music genre Pop, Contemporary R&B.

Song History
"My Heart Will Go On; the Italian translation il mio cuore va " is the main theme song to the 1997 blockbuster film Titanic. This music was written by James Horner and the lyrics written by Will Jennings. It was originally recorded by Céline Dion and released in 1997.

So without further ado let me introduce you to the sensational and gifted David Franciosa and his exciting new song is titled "il mio cuore va"(2). 
David Franciosa (3)

The video was uploaded on YOUTUBE Apr 26, 2014 by David Franciosa

Public Information on David Franciosa:

Thank you for your continued support. I pray you have all the blessings, love, health and wealth that life can possibly provide.

My heart will go on (4)
David Franciosa (3)
Every night in my dreams,
I see you, feel you,
Thus I know you are there.
You, from immense spaces,
From great distances,
You came and I know you are there.
Here, there, wherever you are,
I can feel that my heart will go on.
Once more you'll open that door,
And you'll be in my heart,
And my heart will go on and on.
This love can last
For a lifetime,
If we are together, you and I.
I've always been in love with you,
I held you tight
And our love will live forever.
Here, there, wherever you are,
I can feel that my heart will go on.
Once more you'll open that door,
And you'll be in my heart,
And my heart will go on and on.
You are here, there is nothing to fear,
I feel my heart beating strong.
We will stay forever this way,
My heart will shelter you,
And my heart will go on and on.

Peace and Love Always Diana
1.) Photograph: David Franciosa.
2.) Video: David Franciosa "il mio cuore va" Official Video 2014.
3.) Photograph: David Franciosa.
4.) Lyrics. My heart will go on

Beyoncé’s “Pretty Hurts” #MUSICVIDEO #PREMIERE

Pretty Hurts (1)
Beyoncé’s video premiere features a song title Pretty Hurts(2).  It is an interesting message to women “Just Be Happy”; it’s a type top shelf video production and deserves a view. The music is considered a Pop genre. I love the song, message and I’m going to HIGHLY recommend a few minutes of your time to listen. The video was uploaded on YOUTUBE, Apr 24, 2014 by beyonceVEVO.
Thank you for your continued support. I pray you are having a blessed evening or morning.

Peace and Love Always Diana

1.)    Photograph: Pretty Hurts.
2.)    Video: Beyoncé - Pretty Hurts.

Friday, April 25, 2014

Oh Yes I am loving this Smooth Groove! Dixie Chicks' “Lullaby” #MUSICVIDEO #DALLAS #TEXAS

Dixie Chicks (1)
I am feeling this song! A change of subject on a problematic workday. It’s Friday evening, relaxing over a tall glass of red wine and a little dash of a hometown sound with the brilliant group the Dixie Chicks. They are primarily a country music band; however also considered a bluegrass, country rock, country pop, progressive rock genre. The band, which was formed in 1989 in Dallas, Texas. It is composed of founding members (and sisters) Martie Erwin Maguire and Emily Erwin Robison, and lead singer Natalie Maines. Dixie Chicks have won 13 Grammy Awards, including five in 2007 for “Taking the Long Way”—which received the Grammy Award for Album of the Year. Just can’t seem to get enough of this song tonight and love its delicious smooth groove. The video is not half bad; a five starqualityand  live performance-take. It’s a “HIGHLY” recommend, Oh Yes! Take a few minutes of your time, just enjoy it. The song is titled “Lullaby(2). The video was uploaded on YOUTUBE, Nov 30, 2011 by dixiechicksVEVO.
Thank you for your continued support. I pray you are having a blessed evening or morning.

Peace and Love Always Diana

1.)    Photograph: Dixie Chicks.
2.)    Video: Dixie Chicks - Lullaby.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

"Isabel and I" #Fiction #Short-Story

Having Fun (1)


This piece is a humble attempt in writing a fiction-based short story in the first person. It is about a young girl, Isabel and her sister Susana, that I have had the privilege of knowing a better part of my life. Primarily, focusing on an event, during childhood, that has tied us all together for a lifetime.

Isabel and I

Today is the day of her death; however she doesn’t know it, yet I do. Her name is Isabel and some would look upon her and say, she is, gentle, striking and clever, but I just look at her and know that she is an ordinary person in every way except for one aspect and that is in my knowledge as to when she will die. You’re thinking, like oh really! No one knows this fact unless of course they are going to take their life or in this case by design; however if you are going to keep an open your mind I will share her story and then you can tell me, at the end, on what you think.

First let’s talk about how I met Isabel and then I will share a little background on who “she” is. I remember we first met when she was a young girl; maybe six or seven years old. Still a child in all respects living in that God awful place. Skinny, tall for her age, with brown shiny eyes and long auburn hair, she was so fanciful, innocent, and full of energetic spirit. Her sister Susana, one year and a couple months younger was always by her side. Now, Susana was the absolute opposite of Isabel, in all aspects, personality and physically. She had a small frame, beautiful long blond hair but lacked that charisma that bathed glowingly from Isabel. I took too to them both immediately and we became inseparable friends.

I was a few years older than Isabel and developed the closest relationship with her. As, I look back and think about these two little girls, from time to time, I wonder how they made it through that perilous environment. With no electricity, running water and pretty much you had to boil or burn everything to avoid dysentery. During this period, her little cousin had just died on a family visit; he was not more than one or two years old. The whole family was distraught over this occurrence. It was during the rainy season, dirt roads, dug out through mountain passes were hours from civilization and/or a hospital and were virtually impassable. This drive would always frighten Isabel! Mosquitos, in such abundance, you would have to brush them off every minute or two akin to accidentally standing on an ant pile and suddenly realizing your mistake when you’re covered with venomous tiny creatures eating you alive. They were the source of all the misery, death and nasty illnesses, like malaria, that hung around as a dark and foreboding spring time cloud. The place reminded me of an abandoned homestead in the middle of Louisiana’s swamp lands with all of its culture, creatures and reptiles in tow. I was from the U.S. and our families visited quite often during this time.

The facts are there; to Isabel it was paradise and she lived a little girl’s carefree dream. There were the huge thousand year old Selva trees she climbed, the banana plant trees of every kind, mango trees with ripe fruit in arms reach, row after row of Valencia orange trees as far as the eye could see. A green sea speckled in orange during harvest time. At the beginning of spring, you could smell honey suckle and jasmine, thick in the air. It would even tickle your nose and cause a sneeze, it was so delicious. To this day it is her favorite perfume aroma. Yes, it was a stunning place, deep in the mountains, a tropical valley nestled between two major tributaries. I guess if I were to look at it through her eyes, I can see its beauty and the gentleness it brought into her life.

Both girls were homeschooled, for two to three hours with mom every morning and after that it was out the door, running, playing, horseback riding and living all those little fantasies that roamed in their heads. They shared little secret places with me and Isabel even shared a fantasy or two. One that sticks in my mind was her desire to be a horse, can you imagine that! Not an ordinary horse but one she saw in the books, her mom taught her with, golden with a white mane. A mighty stallion, which from today’s prospective, I believe are from the Palomino breed. She told me she would always be the stallion, because he was in charge and could gallop the fastest. I kind of quietly chucked at her imagination then and have a soft smile about it now.

 It was not long after, her cousin had passed, a few weeks at best, still the middle of a rainy season, Isabel, her younger sister and I, all bunking in the same room, went through an event that when I look back on it, even today, I realize that it must have affected her deeply and suspect that maybe even changed the course of her perception towards life. I am not sure, just a theory. I can see it all now like a film showing clip after clip running faster and faster until the sequence of events are all tied together in a movie presentation. It never seems to leave my memory, remembering that is, in vivid detail.

Susana, the younger sister had become deathly ill during this time, polio I believe. She would wake us up, in the middle of night, screaming about ants crawling all over her. It seemed like this went on for weeks. The despair it caused Isabel was unspeakable. They were like peas in a pod those two beautiful little girls lost in this forbidden place. Anyway, one of those preceding nights, Isabel woke us up screaming. She wouldn’t stop screaming until dad came in to hug her tight, we all tried to comfort her, except her sister, who was at the brink of death’s door. All this effort to no avail, after an hour or so, she seemed to finally calm down and her parents left. I asked her what had happened she told me that a man woke her up. He had no face and told her, explicitly; pointing his finger at her “You will die on your fortieth birthday”. She said that he ran out the window. At that moment, I remember thinking to myself “the building was two stories high” her words did not compute, mind you! The incident scared her so much that she peed in her bed. Poor baby, I remember making her bed with fresh sheets, lying towels to cover the wet spot and snuggling next to her that night holding her tight. Before you know it we were both asleep.

Isabel was lost and withdrawn for days after that night and quit sharing her secrets with me. My parents never went back for another visit and we lost touch for many years. Recently, by chance we reconnected again, after all these years, such joy to see my old friend. She had grown into a beautiful middle aged woman; however I could still see that little girl I loved, so dearly as a child. She was different but the same. Just an observation, she appeared a bit reticent but alive more than I remember those last days, long ago. She did tell me that her little sister had eventually pulled through, crippled but alive and that she lived until her fortieth birthday. Imagine that! It seems that the morning of her birthday, after eating oatmeal she passed out and the food regurgitated into her wind pipe. They tried to revive her and she lived fifteen days on a ventilator, basically brain dead. She died as a result of asphyxiation.
The part of the story, I didn’t share was that on that night, long ago, the hood man visited me as well and he pointed his finger saying “You will die on your fiftieth fifth birthday”.  Today is Isabel’s fiftieth fifth birthday.

(c) Copywrite 2014 Diana Mary Sharpton


Wednesday, April 23, 2014

DarkChrizy's "Love the way you lie (Cover)" #Premiere #MUSICVIDEO

Purple Butterfly (1)
I would like to introduce a brand new video just uploaded, today, by my beautiful and talented guest tonight that goes by the name of Christiane Lärm. She is a singer song writer born in Wunsiedel and now living in Kulmbach, Germany and her stage name is “DarkChrizy”. She sings for a living back in her country at weddings and events. This is her second guest appearance and I am honored to have her back with this exciting new song.

Christiane believes in music as an essence of her spirit and soul and to quote her “When I sing, that's with passion, heart and soul”. She lists her Bragging Rights: "Music opens to the human an unknown realm, a world that has nothing in common with the outer sensory world that surrounds him and in which all feelings can be attributed to indulge in an unspeakable desire". 

DarkChrizy (2)
The video that is being featured is titled "Love the way you lie (Cover)"
(2). I highly recommend a few minutes of your time and thank you for your support for this talented new artist. Have a blessed and safe evening.
Public Information:
Web Page “Let My Voice into Your Heart”

Please give this young beautiful and talented woman a warm google plus welcome, love and support.

Peace Diana

1.) Photograph: Purple Butterfly.
2.) Photograph: DarkChrizy.
2.) Video: Love the way you lie (Cover).

Sunday, April 20, 2014

It’s My Love #POETRY w/Liz McClarnon - "Woman In Love" #Musicvideo #DianaMarySharpton

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. ― Anaïs Nin

It’s My Love

To say “I love you” is not a trivial pastime
At least words inbetween yours and mine
They’re seconds into the break of a red dawn
And they’re the right path snubbing all that’s wrong

It’s my love! To all that’s you,
Regardless of time or who approves.
It’s selfless, poutless,
Thoughtful, gentle and concerned,
It’s forthright; a desire 1000 years this heart has yearned.

It’s not yesterday, tomorrow but the now,
I can’t quit it or leave it, just because you may not see it.
It’s my love! And I’m the one that feels it.
So If I said “I loved you” would you even accept it!?

(c) copywrite by Diana Mary Sharpton

The song accompanying this poem is titled "Liz McClarnon - Woman In Love". It was published Jun 26, 2009 on YouTube by LizMcClarnonVEVO.

Love and Peace Diana

1) Photography: M
2.) Video: Liz McClarnon - Woman In Love

Saturday, April 19, 2014


Hope Springs Eternal (1)
Good Evening! My guest tonight is a gentleman by the name of Paul Boucher, and he is an excellent up and coming musician and poet here on Google +. So please give him your support and share this post. Paul’s trade is in Canadian Home Building; however the love of his life is the magical talents he possesses as a guitarist, singer, songwriter and all around original artist every minute after that!

Paul Boucher (2)
Words directly from Paul Boucher:
I love to create music and do this one piece at a time by searching for the right melody, lyrics, tune and location on where to produce the video. On April 2013, I got my first Android ZTE Warp n860 and my resulting attitude is that nothing can stop me now. My day job is building homes and admittedly I have neglected my music over the years, until which time I got this Android and started recording, guitar and instrumental music. In addition, I had not sung for over three to four years. I had let my dreams and aspiration disappear, and then one day walking down on the beach playing my guitar, I just started to sing again bringing joy back into my life and heart. Everywhere I went, in the woods, under tunnels, everywhere, I recorded and sang songs, every time a practice or I jammed with friends, I recorded, sharing with my networks all these events and practice sessions. Resulting, with in a year of over five thousand followers on Google+. Now, I realize that people enjoyed what I am doing and/or creating, so I started promoting other musicians like myself. It has been quite an adventure and journey to say the least; it is all about being good to people; through the ability of helping them and sharing their talents. God bless you all and thank you very much

My thoughts:
I met Paul via my music blogging activities here on G+ and instantly we became friends. He is the genuine article and is not only a gifted musical artist; he has been a supportive and loyal friend during difficult times. So without further ado let me introduce his amazing musical talents featured tonight titled “Dedicated Musicians Song”. This song was written by Paul and it has a classically jazzed up, folky soul, gospel, rhythmic and blues genre. It’s bold, fresh and original. I just love it!!!!

Public Information:
Google Communities:
Music Artist Unite:               
Spiritual Hearts:                     

YouTube:                    https://www.

Everything recorded has been done on the Android cell phone
By Paul Boucher

I, Francis Freedom Freeman,
Am Tamely Wild, Wildly Tamed.
While peaceful loving freedom is the aim of my spiritual gain. 
And I'll sing the songs for you,
so won't you harmonize along with me,
So we can sing together forever more peacefully free.

“I am a heartfelt poetical Gardner, who loves to cultivate the spiritual life with music, and I call my style of music, classically jazzed up, folky soul, gospel, rhythmic and blues”.

© copywriter by Paul Boucher

1.)   Photography: Hope Springs Eternal.
2.)   Photography: Paul Boucher.


A Room
By Diana Mary Sharpton

A chair, dresser, TV, steamer trunk and bed,
Four pillows on a king to lay her head.
Life occurs within these walls and vanishes,
In slow motion, like a movie that metamorphoses.

Sweet jasmine lingers, a perfumed mode,
In clothes, hung by color, where the sun was sold.
Opaque and secluded, shades always drawn,
Contains a perpetual atmosphere yet withdrawn.

Dust settles in thin layers as days pass into night.
Any change is entailed not contrite.
A refuge without statutory rubrics,
In a room, that bears her fleshly forensics.

It’s a place that hears her tears,
And knows the truth mixed in with fears,
It’s where she runs and hides,
A room in her name written to the side.

© copywrite By Diana Mary Sharpton

1.) Photograph: by Diana Mary Sharpton