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Yours, my love
You are the light that still shines on me
FOr you I will pine eternally
YoU were the one who did set me free
YouR love will always my comfort be
RoseS smell sweetest, my fragrant plea
SouL unto soul and heart unto heart
FoOlish is one who would tear this apart
EVery love has hardhips right from the start
Eternity's for those who choose ne'er to part
What He Noticed
He noticed that her hair was as blonde as the sun,
perfectly brushed, hanging loosely about her shoulders.
He noticed that her lips were as red as crimson,
curled slightly up, in an everlasting smile.
He noticed that her wedding ring glistened in the light,
a band of gold, a reminder of good times past.
He noticed that her eyes were closed as if asleep,
those beautiful blues, the windows to her soul.
But what he noticed most of all was a heart no longer beating,
a chest no longer rising and falling with breath.
"This deafening silence; O to hear her laugh once again!"
As she lay there now in her eternal bedchamber,
her lifeless body as still as the hands of a broken timepiece,
he couldn't help notice, no, he couldn't help but notice...
That his life would never be the same.
Cry of the Banshee
I heard a wail so soft and low,
from the wood I caught an eerie glow.
As the night wore on 'twas louder yet,
I laid there still, did moan and fret.
To what did the lonesome cry portend?
I shivered to think 'twas near the end.
Could it be the death of a man was nigh?
I waited for my answer from up on high.
The men who dress in long white robes,
who spread their lies across this globe.
See there! Some who dress in red!
Their councils and decrees fill men with dread.
But the one who holds that staff so tight,
the one who's conquered in his might,
was he the one for whom she wailed,
or will they all go down unveiled?
The sound did fade as the dawn did break,
I turned on the news, now barely awake.
Lo and behold! The CITY had fallen.
The faces of many had now grown sullen.
Never again will her voice ever rise.
Never again will she give out advice.
Never again will she preach for a price.
Cosmic dance above my head,
colors that blend sublime.
Blues and greens and striking reds,
I'm lost in space and time.
Such scenes inspire dreamers,
it's nature at it's best!
Poets, artists, believers,
translating beauty's fest.
Thoughts drift to my city home,
the foul polluted air.
Smog creates a poisoned dome,
yet no one seems to care.
Planet earth, a 'jewel in space',
or so the traveler said.
That saying now seems out of place,
a 'nest befouled' instead.
But for now I watch the lights,
and dream of better things.
A future day when earth is right,
and harmony takes wing.
The Essence of Love
The little girl noticed the little boy with the cute dimple glancing her way. She quickly looked away, not wanting to give him the time of day. Still, she couldn't resist the urge to look again. There he was, smiling and waving, as if he'd known her for the entire 10 years that she'd been alive on planet earth! So, throwing caution to the wind, she walked across the playground toward him, at a rather leisurely pace, of course. When she got to where he was standing he stopped smiling, looked into her beautiful brown eyes and simply said: "I love you." Her face got as red as a tomato and she ran into the school gym as fast as she could and hid behind the basketball stands. There was a little tear in her eye, as she struggled with the emotions that were flooding her young heart.
The next day she saw him again. This time though, when her eyes met his, he turned away, with a sullen look on his face. She wondered to herself if it was possible that he loved her for only a day, and th
Oh joy, oh bliss, old man Winter is gone,
and the Spring has passed like a storm.
Summer's now here 'tis my season of fun,
for this I have lived and was born.
We'll laugh and play, watch our cares fade away,
and at night we'll sleep out of doors.
My animal friends will come here to stay,
we'll chase shadows out on the moor.
When Summer is gone the memories sway,
and help me get through the next Fall.
When Winter comes around I won't dismay,
next Summer I'll again have a ball!
As I lay on the ground and look up at the stars,
crickets are chirping their songs from afar.
From my home on the hill the view is sublime,
such heavenly scenes inspire many a rhyme.
As I gaze I soon wonder what life's all about,
hatred and wars sometimes cause me to doubt.
Yet surely this cosmic dance high 'bove my head,
was created by Someone whose heart for me bled.
This I am sure of, and yes, this I believe,
that the "Someone" who made us wants us to be free.
Free from the pain and the sorrow and guilt,
free to seek peace on this planet He's built.
For now such things, too wonderful for me,
has made my head sleepy, it's time for my tea.
Time to get moving as the dawn has approached,
I'll ponder yet later this quandary I've broached.
What do you think of me?
When you think of me just what do you see,
a babe, wrapped up tight in a cloak?
Or a fairy tale myth who's been set free,
or a man whose back nearly broke?
When you think of me just why should you fear,
the end, it's not what you believe?
The coming wrath will eliminate tears,
bring mankind's long needed reprieve.
When you think of me do you miss the point,
your troubles, were they caused by Me?
It's for you my Father did thus anoint,
his Son, who will soon set you free.
When you think of me does it move your heart,
to sing, give praise to my Father?
I promise you this, if you'll do your part,
I'll take care of you, my brother!
the sun in the sky
the clouds puffy white
the wind in my hair
the scent of a rose
the moon up above
the stars all around
the sound of the ocean
the salt on my tongue
the top of the peak
the green on the slope
the soft grass beneath
the smell of the pines
the house on the hill
the glow of the fire
the bread in the oven
my soft feather pillow
Secret WoodI am lost in the verdant green,
a jungle of star-shaped leaves
that travel among the seas
and linger in my eyes.
And I am soaring high...
With the tranquil evening air,
the whispers of my prayers
that flicker everywhere
into the magical fusion.
This is my summer illusion...
To behold the very sight
of a youthful fairy's night.
Turn On The Dark
When fragile hopes and fears collide
It waits for you on the other side
I can feel the tremors in my soul
I've grown afraid of the masquerade.
Barely holding on, I'm losing control
Wide awake, I confide in the shade.
Sinking so slowly down the drain
Much like the purple pill I swallow.
A voice unheard is a voice in vane
Black rain falls and teardrop's follow.
Shadows loom throughout the room
They cover my eyes like a veil.
Just flip the switch, it'll be over soon
Just pull the curtain over the pale.
The transition rattles my psyche at first
Yet it's a feeling I've always invited.
For when my body becomes submersed
I discover my worlds benighted.
I wonder how much time has passed
Fading deeper into the stark domain.
A place like this, shows no contrast
But it's a place I must ascertain.
I call this smoke-filled cell a prison
That harbors questions of fruition.
But like a zombie, I have risen
To greet the face of my mortician.
I'm taken with its abysmal skies
Now I reap the chilling s
I don't want to be this way.
But I can't help but feel this way.
No matter what you do
Or what comforting words you say.
My over active mind will not allow me to believe it.
My weary blood shot eyes will not allow me to see it.
Even though my attentive heart is able to receive it.
My thoughts and my imagination will corrupt and deceive it.
And that's why no matter how much I love you.
For some reason I will always feel cheated.
So please don't blame yourself because you have done more than enough.
You have proven yourself and have provided me with so much love.
There are only so many false accusations you can take.
There are only so many false promises I can make.
There are only so many times I can make that same mistake.
Until I foolishly recognize what is actually at stake.
How long will you have to accommodate my insecurities?
How long will it take for me to completely trust you?
Until you begin questioning my emotional maturity.
There are only so many times I can say "I a
crow comes courtingresplendent in a black gloss
of feathered robes...
crow's morning clicks of courtship
echo through downcast mists that
bead upon bowed shoreline willows
and genuflect in the wake
of his purposeful strut
one hesitant step before the next,
his head cocked this way and that,
listening as distant ticks
message back a reply-
the visage of his agenda
suddenly unfolds in a wingspread
that lifts above a watery canvas,
the guttural sound of pulled
stitching sends love notes receding
into estuaries, and ripples
where tadpoles skip and dart
beneath lily pads in the random and
rapid blink of each tiny vortex
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know the unknowable.
Your LightI feel the warmth of the light
Living in my heart
Only you could give off such heat.
Vowing to do all I can do
Every second of every day
Your happiness is what I desire.
On this night I ask one thing of you
Understand, my dear, I love you
Yes, I like to be alone,
but that doesn't mean I don't want to be heard.
All you ever do is yell at me,
And spit your hateful words.
I don't see how you expect me to believe
When you tell me you love me,
I avoid trouble by saying I love you too,
But it's obvious we're both faking.
You take care of me because it's morally right,
Not because you want to.
If you actually cared, you'd do it with passion,
But you don't because you don't have to.
Stop giving me gifts and reading those books,
They don't help you at all.
You think they're an inspiration,
But still you watch me fall.
Hello? I'm talking.
You want me to go away?
Ok, I'll be in my room,
More like my pit of pain.
If you saw the things I do when you're aren't looking,
Because you never are,
Would you maybe change your thoughts?
I wonder, would it break your heart?
Of course it wouldn't, I don't hold that much value.
I'll never mean that much to you.
But I'll pretend to smile as you pretend to care,
What else can I do?
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than twice?
Despite my preaching I can never take my own advice.
I've realised that this aggression is a part of you
And because I can never dare to part from you.
I have to believe the love you have for me is true.
Sometimes you have to take a lie not for what it is
But for the truth and reality it suspends.
Withdraw your vengeful tongue and revert it into a kiss.
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh my!
And here I was sure they were friends.
Bela, one night, for my neck did try,
till his cape got caught on the fence!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good gawd!
Am I dreaming or is it all true?
When Lon grew a beard I found it quite odd,
was it real or he used super glue?
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good lord!
Am I in Transylvania or what?
Casper came callin' one night, I was bored,
and then green-slimed me right 'cross the gut!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh please!
I say enough is enough is enough!
I wish to gawd these wackos would cease,
before I grow fangs, turn into a wolf!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, all gone!
In reality, they never were there.
But thank you for coming along on the con,
truth took to flight on a wing and a prayer!
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