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Crystallize: The Angel with Crystal EyesShe, like no other woman I've met, has a heart that is as sound as my own. It beats for one thing alone. Life. From her experiences it sings a dark melody which then crescendos into a symphony of resolve absolute. My God, how her body rocks along and dances through the air to that enchanting tune. All the while, twisting the world around her into a resplendent light show; that challenges the Godly phantasmal beauty of the ether-real.
Yet, not one of her features holds me more ensnared than her eyes of crystal blue. They generate some glorious sense of faith, in this universe sublime. Therein lies the true nature of her that has caught me in muse. The soul she carries, is a true paragon of serenity, and even though she has faced against the most terrifying aspects of the dark. That bright miracle God has bestowed within her is still pure.
Yes, she is my friend from the mini-mart.
Journey Home(IV): The StruggleI did not hesitate to grab it from
its rest, nor did I think of the actions
that would be response to this soulful act.
A boundless energy then filled my soul.
It was as though this object had always
been a part of my destined path to walk.
No more time passed between my acceptance
of the sword's light and being at their sides
in the struggle against the shade so dark.
Lugnut stood still as the shadows encroached.
Not a worry adorn upon his face.
From his hands, like a deck of cards, appeared
Small rectangles that overlapped, creating
a mighty and bright dragon. So bright that
the trees around it dissolved with shade.
I turned to see, back to back, Starwind and
Moonshadow. The angel wielding a wand
and the elf a hoop, both equally bright.
Then there was the sprite, Pyro, who with strings,
did vibrate the forest with a low and
chilling song that vanquished many more shadows.
Where was my place with ones so divine?
Journey Home(III): The QuestionStarwind spoke so soft and sweet the question
that had been mounting. “Young Jakall. Where from
is it that you have come? For we exist here,
Yet you seem to exist else where and that
troubles me greatly.” My mind began to race.
Not a thing could I recall, say the Gate.
“I cannot remember how I came to
be in this world so dark. Though, something calls
to me, and assure me this is my place.”
My words were backed by a wind so mighty
that when I stood the flame erupted. From its light,
I could see the outline of the forest.
Amidst the trees were shadows strange. That moved
all their own. Starwind and his companions
drew from the air, weapons. Each bound to them.
Moonshadow's voice wavered, “Then it seems you are
lost. Those who are so do not often last.
I suggest you are quick to find your way.”
The four of them moved so fast at the shades,
that I was left all alone at the fire.
I am lost. How am I to fight this truth?
Then from the fire rose a sword. My
Journey Home(II): The OnesAs the way grew brighter, I came upon
four majestic creatures. Each of whom was
playing with the light around them. In fear
I spoke, “What are these things I see here,
Are they some form of arcane magic old?”
I can not well remember the moment
That passed before his answer, but among
them, an angel came forth. His eyes piercing
with light so grand it made my being ache.
His eight wings spread wide, each one its own flame
from which a great many shadows were born.
The other three creatures stood and joined him.
It was then my answer came. “We are not
some many things to be feared, rather we
are most likely friends. Sit at the fire.”
He gestured towards flames that had appeared,
and obliging, I stepped forward to sit.
They took turns telling old stories, at first.
Then after time, introduction by name.
The angel, Starwind. The sprite, Pyro. The
elf, Moonshadow. The enigma Lugnut.
Then in return, was my own name Jakall.
Journey Home(I): The PathIt was that I alone had seen a dark
and dismal existence, Wherein she was
a goddess painted by the night around.
Oh, deliver me to that place again.
Take me to those wondering woods, so that
I may find that happiness, and whisper
Back to that wonderful girl, my true name.
It's in darkness we're willing to speak truth,
and yet when we approach the light so bright
There is not a thing one won't do to keep
it close at hand. Who were you beautiful?
What possible message could you have had?
It was then I found myself at the gate,
the passage between two worlds. Far away
music still floated through the night, but here
I could feel the eerie silence building.
With each step the world grew darker, then
illumination was salvation bold.
Along the path was laid symbols begetting
a wondrous and profound light calling
for my further adventure foreword still.
So then I went alone, unto my dream.
DistanceYour eyes in digital sight.
Your mind that challenges mine.
If you're hand were here I'd kiss it
and show you what defines this Misfit.
All I am is words,
that lead you to speaking my name.
Whispering in the cold night's air.
If I could warm you,
I'd use this solar heart,
whose definition sparks insanity.
That's what I'd call it,
Sweet, pure, and great love.
Disconected: Shadows of the past.In that moment he finally felt alone. The trees were his only companions as he walked. The light of the moon eclipsed the scenery around him in a pale and eerie glow, but he was comfortable here. This place was his favorite hide away. The pond where he'd spend many days fishing and many nights starring out at the stars.
He leaned back and allowed the ground to catch him. The soft uncut grass cradled him. He resumed his thought as he stared up into the heavens he'd so longingly admired. The gentle chirps and wild croaks sounded in like a symphony. The mesmerizing melody of the night.
“My name is Daniel ya know,” He spoke to the night.
A twig broke in the shadows just beyond the tree line.
“I'm not afraid of you anymore you can come out” Daniel continued.
His feeling of being alone faded when he saw her hiding just inside the shadows of a distant tree. Her pale skin was barely covered by animal skins and a shocked and wild look covered face.
It had been years sinc
Lost in trasnlationIt is from the heart, I write
It is from the mind, I design
my realm is unreal
and my life is a fantasy.
I am a the mercy of the wind,
torn by its bitter tides,
and in its heart, I am confined,
in storms that shall not pass me by.
For life, is my long journey
but love is my quick trip.
Ex cordis scripsi
Quod ex animo volo
vana est regno meo
Vita et luctus felis.
Ego misericordiam a facie venti,
captum a amaro aestus,
Et in corde suo, Ego clausus
quia non est mihi tempestate.
Vita longissima est
sed amor, meum est vivos trinus.
I write from the heart
I want that from my mind
unreal is my kingdom
The life and the fantasy.
I am the mercy of the wind,
torn by a bitter chill,
And in his heart, I am confined,
I have no time.
Life is very long
But love, it is my quick trip.
ChallengeA place in time is all I need
where my mind is finally freed
to do as it's always pleased
for all these many year
wherein I 've seen some fear
make the end draw ever near
and I'm just a kid
after all I went and did
I ran from you, then hid
In the darkness alone
for these sins, I atone
for they're all I've every known
But is time to challenge night
stand up alone to fight
and win with my own light
in the big blue.
So alive in the surf,
so afraid to break the surface
Staring up through the dappled sun,
tail swishing in wonder.
How i wish for
the Celtic Sea
is my big blue playground.
My bravado grows in the night.
are just bright enough to guide me.
The moon controls the tide,
the dawn sends me
Daily Poem #41I guess it's time to go
Time to leave the nest
I'll be back soon I know
And I will try my best
My SkinMy skin my skin
Why does it begin with my skin
Is this world so worldly
Is everyone's pride so lordly
Why is my skin unworthy
Unworthy of your touch
What does my skin have to be
Does it have to be half of me
Why do you have to laugh at me
Laugh at me so much
My skin is only part of me
But it’s the only part you see
I wish someone would set me free
Free from your words clutch
What would happen if my skin was gone
Then would I be a beautiful swan
Would I be a delicate fawn
Why is my skin a crutch
Beneath my skin there is more to see
Beneath my skin there is more of me
Beneath my skin i am free
Free to be me and such
My skin my skin
Why does it begin with my skin
and not with me
Did You Love MeDid you love me then?
Do you love me now?
If you ever did
Can you tell me how?
How you could leave me
And love someone new
Was it really that easy
To leave me and you
You live in our house
And sleep in our room
While I share with a mouse
In a depressing gloom
I still have your picture
The one where you laugh
When you loved me for sure
And we didn’t have a past
I still catch a whiff
Of your love and perfume
But if I step off this cliff
I will be with you soon
So meet me at the end
And we’ll ride off together
And our souls will mend
Tonight I ask of you...Tonight I ask of you...
Would you do me the favor of ending this pain?
Don't look at me like I'm the furthest from sane!
It's torture...its madness
It's sorrow and sadness
My existence a nightmare from which I can't wake
And no measure of distance prevents my heart from break
Every night I pray to God it will end
But he never shows mercy, no reaper does he send
There are those who should never fall for love's charm
For once they are broken, they only embrace harm
Unable to accept, unable to deal
Tortured by every overdosed emotion they feel
It is for those like us that only one end is clear,
Please send me away, forever my dear....
What am I?I thought I was the deepness,
the blackest cold of space
in an endless forward race
Perhaps I was the silence,
the space between the stars
A hollow, aching stellar wind
of burning cosmic scars
I pondered on the echoes,
to ask if they were mine
That slowly spreading whisper
from the very dawn of time
But now I know I'm empty,
like a singularity
And all my deepest, saddest thoughts
never escape from me.
PerspectiveTo me I am nothing
To me I am worthless
But to others I am everything
And to some I am priceless
It is all in perspective
About the things I refuse to see
All I can see is something defective
Self consciousness blocks out the things I could be
Yet my friends see something with prospective
They see the possibility of greatness in me
EmptinessThere's nothing that holds me here
Nothing to keep
Just the everlasting suffering
Down there in my deepest deep
I won't pass the test of life
Everything I touch fades away
I'm not good enough to survive
Loneliness is ruling my every day
I believe only lies
The demons are chasing me
I run with blindfolded eyes
Dragging me into everything I don't wanna be
In these dark days now it's showing
I'm nothing more than an illusion
It's clearly to see where it's going
My life's damaged by intrusion
Blinded and chained down
I'm locked up again
Once again expecting to drown
All my efforts were in vain
He's like a ghost within me
That is draining my soul
Keeping up the forever agony
I'm sure that's his goal
Love Trapped In DarknessSurpassed by the ones confirming you're lost,
Forced into nothing, unaware of the cost,
Faded, berated, broken, and tried,
Unforgiving of the tears you've cried,
Cast into darkness by the ones you held dear,
It's anything and everything you've now come to fear,
Scared, alone, and taken aback,
It appears as if life has faded to black,
But even you know that better days await,
They're just hard to see in your current state,
Until those days come, you must do your best,
You must show the world you are not what they suggest,
You're NOT lost, You're NOT done, You're NOT gone,
You're going to show them that you still can go on,
Forget what they say, what they do, what they think,
Because when the darkness subsides, you'll no longer sink,
When you arise from the darkness, there I will stand,
Ready and willing, reaching out my hand,
Together, we will find a place to hide,
A place where the darkness cannot come inside,
We'll hide there forever, just you and me,
And live there together, happy as
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