Such joyous sorrow to be felt,
as bow and string caress each other,
making love and giving birth to a melody,
unlike any to be heard or offered by another.
Reminiscent of horrors seen and felt on
long ago fields of battle, Lovers lost,
Brothers, Fathers, Sons, fighting in the name
of a heartfelt belief of right.
Sides were chosen, and arms taken up,
Lines carved out in blood and bodies,
Swords and muskets discarded as far as the eye may see,
Boys forced to manhood, and Men forced to defend,
A flag sown by the hands of mothers fearing the worst.
It is a hard thing to imagine,
fighting men of your own nation,
Brothers, fighting and dying for
I feel the gentle caress and kiss of the breeze,
the soft massage of the moon against my bare flesh,
and as the waves rush to meet their end,
they carry away all my worries and pains,
leaving me in blissful serenity.
As the stars sing their midnight song,
across the playground of souls,
I drift away to join them in their dance
across the cosmos.
Finding pleasure in the simplest of things,
the coarse grain of the sand against my back,
the salty water flowing over the length of my legs,
the sound of crabs and turtles skittering about,
This is truly blissful serenity.
This is how I feel in your arms,
the arms of my lover,
finding comfort in t
There she stands, secluded in the garden,
A lone orchid, pale, blue, and fair,
And though she is surrounded by her friends,
Roses, Lillies, and Tulips, flowers of every shade and color,
She outshines them all,
her radiance blinding them all,
Standing tall and proud,
the One, in the few.
Her stem strong and straight,
her resolve to hold her place in the garden
unwavering,
Her thorns strong and sharp,
will cut true, if you come to
harvest her,
Her petals resilient, withstanding the heat,
sun, rain, and intruding insects,
Her pale fleshy petals, a beautiful blue,
conceal so much, yet showing her story,
without bearing her soul,
to be hurt
What is this tomb,
this desecrated, twisted, structure
that confines me, binds me in this timeless,
boundless space.
Surrounded by darkness, with snatches of
color here and there, as if it were paint
thrown against a blacked out canvas,
glimmers, of times come and gone.
And as I wonder on, floating along,
I come across a tank, a long and spherical tank,
As I peer in, I see the remnants of happiness,
joy, love , sorrow, pain, hatred,
But no anger, never anger,
It roams free, as the birds in the sky,
hand in hand with its friend emptiness,
And as they fly, they spread their plague,
consuming all, until the world is gone.
Lightning strikes the heart,
and mends the soul,
and the depths of your mind,
just seem to grow.
The eyes make the path,
that seems to take us to places,
where bonds are made and love is found,
where everything is understood and brought to sound.
Words are whispered and touch explored,
lips do meet, and kisses adorn the softest flesh
of your lovers life, throught good and bad,
through all the strife, and all the pain.
It brings tears to your eyes,
to know that for such a love,
sacrifice was made and sacrifice was given,
to make this gods sent love a personal heaven.
Current Residence: Fort Riley Kansas deviantWEAR sizing preference: Adult Small Shirt, and 30 inch waist baggy jeans Favourite genre of music: Rock Operating System: windows 7 MP3 player of choice: IPod Classic Personal Quote: Heaven sent and hell bound
Favourite Movies
Never Back Down
Favourite Writers
Dickinson, Frost, Poe, Longfellow, Blake
Favourite Games
Life
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC all the way
Tools of the Trade
pen and paper, space enough to escape the world, and inspiration
I am just a name with a face, another countless person in the sea of life. I have no tangible past in which to cling, no mementos to hold dear, no solid memories to treasure and cherish. I am lost, a victim to my own psyche, a prisoner to the labyrinth that is my mind. And as I wander this excruciatingly detailed labyrinth to find myself, to find who I am and what I am worth, I cannot help but doubt myself and see all the faults, impurities and imperfections.
I am a soul, bare and free of trappings. No bindings in which to create my self-image and the constraints that such an image would surely entail. I cannot see, though I am not