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When all we have left is your smile...
To Jon, who's left us; may you be at rest in His arms.
Our first thought of you
Is that unforgettable smile
Your words of encouragement
And life without guile.
Your commitment to change lives
Your passion to sing
Your generosity to others
Your devotion to Him
The days we had to know you
Were little and few
Regretfully, I only knew you best
Standing in funeral pew
You taught us not to take life for granted;
How it could be cut short -
And to treasure all those around us
- Just as we ought.
You taught us to take
Every opportunity we had to meet
To truly pour into each other’s lives;
And share the bitter and the sweet.
Many hearts have been broken
And many tears shed -
You were such an inspiration
In the life that you shared.
So as we lay
Your body to rest
We remember the smile
Of one who loved best.
These words of departureThese words of departure--
Half unwilling words of goodbye--
Also wish you the best of what’s out there
And success in all you try.
Your bold demeanor, laughter
And courage to persevere
Have inspired and won me over
In this last year.
You see, I’ll miss you
-- and sorely! -- my dear
Because you were my sunshine
When things felt deary here.
May you keep on doing good
Wherever you go.
And I hope, once in a while,
You’ll remember these days of old.
Behind Those Eyes (Poem)Dark brown, or grey?
Too murky to tell
In artificial habitats
Devoid of ocean swell
Listless and grieved
Their eyes told it all
Though they said not a word
From behind that glass wall
Gone were the open spaces
Where calves used to play
From spirited enclaves
Were they spirited away
Cramped in stagnant water
Without active stimuli
Wasting away for the entertainment
Of gawkers passing by
Of their silent suffering
Enervated and languorous
In endless circles, swimming
Blue Ballet: Dance of the Sea Fairies (Poem)Spotlights trained
Of deep blue sage
A dainty dip
A graceful twirl
Amidst deep water’s
The sea fairies’ dance
An audience entranced
Time slows down
An Eternity's lone shard
The JourneyI travelled down hot asphalt roads
Amused by sights I did not see:
Fragrant flowers and chirping birds
Cheerful laughter chiming with glee.
In many contraptions were people trapped;
In varying cages were they kept:
Enclosed, imprisoned, jailed - un-free;
Helmed in by thoughts, worries, and anxiety;
Anguished by life's uncertainty;
Prisoners of mind, of purse, of geography;
Confined behind locks without a key.
And yet escape could still be found;
From fetters and chains was I unbound -
Raised up and lifted from death's mound
By Hope and Love of great renown.
Enriched by blessings I did not deserve
With an abundance of love without reserve;
A drop of heaven on this parched Earth;
An immaculate gift of infinite worth:
Love, Joy, and Peace,
Kindness, and Faith,
Patience and Goodness,
Long-suffering, and Grace,
With bright countenance
And cheerful face
Came my hero - my savior -
The one true Lord
Whom all with renewed hearts adored.
Kisses planted in a generous clusterKisses planted in a generous cluster
With all the sweetness love could muster
Decked in Hope's brilliant gem-like luster
Cheeks blushing a ruby fluster
Oh my love, my spell-caster!
If only time could pass a little faster
To the day our beloved pastor
Will declare us mistress and master;
The day we stand before the altar
To pledge a love that will not falter
Making vows that'll never alter
Come flaming hell, or raging high water.
So here I am, upon my bed
With but a pillow for my head
To travel through dream's cascade -
A 'goodnight' I must, to you, bade.
Let it out - let it goThere are times one needs to vent;
But please, in those moments, don't invent.
Do it well, and say what's meant;
Ensure that every bullet's spent.
Then leave it there - don't revise
(Sayeth the council of the wise)
Don't let it spread like a rash of hives
Avoiding that saves many lives.
Let it out - let it go
Don't take it back & keep it till you grow old.
Should have brought a rockI should have brought a rock to the office from the very first day;
And bound the minions of deception and kept them at bay,
And stayed clear of the traps that peppered the way-
I should have brought a Rock to the office from the very first day.
The ScareA bright flash wakes me
A distant clash follows
'What was that?
Finicky thoughts race by
Another glaring flash
This time, mere feet away
Followed by a louder crash
Like projectiles from the sky
Like a leopard
Inching my way
Towards the bed
Shivers overwhelm me
In separate waves of panic
I try to ease my breathing
To push deep
My heartbeat quickens instead
More rapid shivers
In quick succession
An assuring hand settles
Running along my back
Down to my belly
Drawing careless circles
Teasing stray tuffs
I roll over
Succumbing to the teasing
Loving every moment
Of her fingers strolling
Across my side
Exploring every rise and fall
Of my rib cage
I sighed in relief
Basking in the attention
Of my fading scare
As suddenly as it had come
It was over
The magic of the moment
All part of the life
Of being a dog
Their open mouths suck out my soul
As their eyes gape ignorantly ahead
I come forward to challenge their point of view
They cannot follow me
Every age and every faith
'Just gets twisted round some other way'
Only those like me can ever know
What the founders really said
'Temples should be houses of prayer'
Not for the likes of what I see
My eyes may no longer open
To behold the truth when it dawns
The Body Count of Denial
I would rather desire to attempt something new.
Spontaneous to my soul or soon to be lack there of.
My free will, the miracle is
tainted by my self inflicted curses.
Though you only see the monster through
your morally constructed eyes,
I see myself and others in a cracked mirror,
alone in my own dark little world.
A part of me, in the void of sanity perhaps,
or to the side shackled to some fiend of
the Torturous Realm, a part of me in
powerful fragments lives in this desire of mine.
Only thus far in my most welcome dreams, to others nightmares,
have the fairytales for which I smile come
to a fictional life in the mind,
lost and replaced at so young an age.
I am but a son, a daughter, a brother, a sister,
a father, a mother. An individual of no demons
in the light of open eyes,
but demon of my own flesh whilst so alive.
Of Hell am I born, within the world of man,
unknowing until crosses the first thought
in mind to inspire the act in question,
well and fully aware with the catalyst vic
Eu estarei longeQuando os soldados iluminados
Descerem por entre o chão queimante,
Eu estarei longe...
Quando o amor tornar-se sombrio
No coração do pequeno guerreiro,
Eu estarei longe...
Quando a última flor do jardim
No mais belo buquê então secar,
Eu estarei longe...
Quando a flamejante luz
Dos mil sóis chegar,
Eu estarei longe...
Eu estarei longe.
Longe de você,
Longe de mim...
Eu estarei longe.
around my bed,
police fly by
next door got
feed her babe,
numbering the dead,
she lost her job and
decides to fight
which has beaten
and wronged him so
He is angry
fist in air
a cry upon
a blow so low
as if to
smite a dreadful foe
The wounded man
seeks far and wide
much like he
He builds a throng
to fight the stout
and bring them
But people see
not the man
that he has striven
so hard to be
They see a snarl
an angry eye
see only a
The beast withdraws
to fight again
but not ‘til
He cannot help
the sheep that blind
themselves, the fruit
not his to sow
His body shall
not live long
nor see the
light of day
But strong shall be
his ideas to see
for future lambs
His words shall save
those whom now
are babes and free
them not to die
Cloud of doomIndustrial madness works only for the machine
Go work cuz you don't have time to think
Who cares if forests and animals are burning
Without money you are not allowed to live
Our activities are poisoning everything
Draining water of the seas and killing fishes
As a gigantic black cloud is spreading
Upon the skies
"L'argent n'a pas de valeur..."
The cloud of pollution promises only death
No one see the threat floating on our heads
The more we create the more it destroys
Mercilessly banishing ourselves into the void
We build cities and walk between the streets
As we are modifying the whole ecosystem
So-called the undisputed kings of the world
As we suffocate under the cloud of doom
Fate and Him and You and maybe HateHe stood alone in an empty room;
Fate and Hate stared back at Him.
He stood alone in a silence heavy.
Hate snarled through his gritted teeth;
He drew a scared breath.
Hate snarled through his clenched jaw.
He looked over at happy Fate;
"Do you know what's going on?"
He looked over at O so grinning Fate.
Hate jumped for his empty chance;
"I shall carve forever my destiny."
Hate jumped for his mid-air shot.
Opening His throat for the teeth,
Throwing His head back in empty space.
Opening His throat for the Air.
The World That I See.When one man walks into heaven,
He thinks that he has done what’s to do.
An antique store sells toys and games
from days that I lived through.
A traffic jam stops a lover,
He’s missing his shallow affair.
Days and nights of stress with out his wife
Means he’s lost all his flair.
An addict reports to AA.
They’re giving out jello shots.
A newsman thinks he’s found the holy grail.
He opens Pandora's's box.
A painter comes in for some coffee,
and I’m lost in her labyrinth gaze.
Looks like the Minotaur is eating tonight,
and I am lost in the maze.
When all the world has been smitten.
When teardrops fall as rain.
Then the survivors must ask but one question.
What of the world now remains?
When all the wars have been won.
When sons lie dead and gone.
Their fathers ask only one question.
Will this happen all again?
When all the nations are fighting.
When life is forfeit yet again.
Ask yourself but one question.
How to stop the spreading flame.
When will the world start rebuilding?
When can we destroy the lies?
For only then will we see one another.
And be able to stand side by side.
What of me?From a seed I did grow
But what fruits have I to show?
Hanging off me are but withered leaves
And dying flowers hanging like empty sheaths.
Where are my thorns that had protected me?
Or my gardeners that had promised to tend me?
My bark is falling
My branches bent
My trunk is hollow
My canopy rent.
What does it matter, what they had said
When at the end of the day, their words are dead?
The pleasant words they spoke, the vows they made
Now exist nowhere but in my head.
They helped some flowers, pulled out a few weeds
But did they really do 'good deeds'?
The garden has perished
Only death remains
Nothing but decay
Is found along the lanes.
Who can save us now?
Can we be saved? And how?
From who can Hope be drawn?
Can we cease being forlorn?
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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