revelation of you
but i want you to know that
there is nothing i don't want to get to know about you.
you are what i think you are,
and i am what i know i am,
there is no difference between these two falsehoods.
falsehoods of knowledge and attempted wisdom.
the time for me to leave go
of what i knew i thought
i knew i thought that i knew, has arrived.
you are something unexplainable and
i won't try to explain
whatever it is i think i feel about you.
stories about the world around me
never seemed to fully attract my attention
untill i thought i would learn something more about you.
'you' is such an abstract concept,
come on
another tear drops
from the corner of your eye
wishing me to come over.
but float no more i do
as i've realized we can be not
who we want to be
in this life that has chosen us
along with its futility.
come on and let go
another sigh is heard
released from you
as if telling me to hush
and listen to the words that are not
and will not from me come.
they will not be released
into the barathrum
that is the unawakend world
to be lost among the mists of banality.
come on and get up
11Q11G03
strong blue tomorrow
strong, strength, weakness;
weak in the knees
'cause of the assumed bliss
the joy i thought was coming,
was about to enter
my life to drown out the drumming
pulse of the world around me.
red, redening, blue;
blue with content and happiness
'cause of the assumed possession of you
your emotions, your heart
you once told me
for our paths were never to part
'till this communique
tomorrow, future, past;
in my eyes looking back
not wanting to fast
for you're not there to feast on
as a sight for my sore eyes
after depravation of fun
for my now aching heart.
06Q11G03
a colorful conversation
wine on the table
next to the knives and forks;.
in a bottle, in our glasses
in our stomachs, in our bloodstreams.
red or white
making you see purple and blue
as she stabs your heart
with every word
that she mouths
sitting there motionless,
speechless and wrong,
not knowing what to say next.
but anticipating ever blow,
every stab, every thoughtless utterance,
and making sure you don't wince;
don't show weakness or pain.
you were wrong
and now feel checkered
like the table cloth before.
now all you see
before you are spots
yellow, blue and purple.
05Q11G03
...to listen
she sat opposite to me
at the other end of the table
and i listened.
i listened to hear her accent
i listened to hear her breathing
and faintly heard the words
that she felt were needed.
i listened to her feet
nervously shuffeling beneath
as she kept bumping into my leg.
in the distance i heard her words;
her saying that we should all stay friends.
i heard her repeating every thing
and listened to my heart race
as i watched the contradicting look in her eyes.
i saw him look at me and then at her
but i watched her, only her.
at that moment i could care less
about what he thought;
her mind was what interest
without a flaw
have i ever told you
what it's like to behold you?
to watch you gaze off
and wonder
what this moment's made of?
unbelievable you are as a creation
it's as if this is being whispered
into my ear for dictation
these words of mine
about the ticking away of time
when your body i want to climb;
when your body i want to explore
and reach your innner soft core.
the definition of beauty doesn't do you justice
even Webster's too wordly poor
to describe what you mean to me
for at this moment you are everything
and nothing that i see
19Q10G03
yesterday can never be found
'cause we've lost the peace
pieces of the puzzle
the puzzle that was the world once
when we could still recognize it
today everything changes
everybody acts in their own play
called themselves
everything has a double meaning
standing alone and still being dependent
on its surroundings to give it form
to give it it's meaning
the past has passed
and taken its secrets
of deception and under the table dealings
along into the dark recesses
of our collective minds.
09Q10G03
the system
we're the result of man's ignorance
man't total disregard to the rest of the world.
the diety we constant refer to doesn't exist
simply a fable to put our minds at ease
to justify the incomprehensible unjustice in our world.
we are the problem, yet don't realize we are the solution.
the world's future is hanging by a single thread
noticably thining by the day
but we choose to turn a blind eye
we choose not to see the resulf of our daily actions
the constant giving in to the system
we blame for our troubles.
we critize the critics, but do nothing to prove them wrong.
07Q10G03
what can i see?
who flies without feeling the wind beneath their wings
who can touch my heart
and then in turn squeeze the dark red fluid from it
unknowinly draining it with their soft touch?
why?
why shouldn\'t be the question asked.
why should be left alone to answer itself.
the answer to why shall not impact the cause,
\'cause
the cause has nothing to do with why
but more with...
...when shall it stop?
this is the truth of nothing talking to me
shouting it\'s words of love and emotion and ...
and...
and ....
the shape of my ignorance to my unchangable self made madness
could you tell me whose hands touch my heart?,
f
Astute and astounding animals acquired
bastard Bombay bombs built by bears
caught causing colossal carnage
during darkened damaged days
excitedly eternally ending
fast fidgety farting forever.
Giraffes goating giggling girls;
hot-headed hamsters hitting houses
inciting incidental incineration's including
jealous Jorgen's jousting jacket;
kicking kick-boxer's kids.
Lorelei's latest lost love
mauled many man made
nudgingly nature nameless notoriously nasty
older orthopedic ostracizers.
Presently portraying past peerless periods
quintuplets quitting quintet quilting
rats restlessly roaming rear rooms
stalking single stuffed sh
quietly i opened my eyes this morning
hoping, no........not hoping
alone, solitary, i feel in the air as i'm soaring
watching, yes........perceiving
shakily, unable to steady it, i grab my voice
speaking, no.......not heard
herding the rogue thoughts in the pastures of my mind
collecting, yes........thinking
silently i sit here restlessly parting the waves of the thought deluge
torturing, no........helping
this morning an overdose preceded me
nurturing, no........smothering
uneasily i'm looking at what's ahead of me
procrastinating, no........prolonging
swirling through this cesspoole is the rose before you
isolating, yes......
i spoke to her today
and dug my hole deeper.
now it seems
i
have no chance at all.
the sands gnaws at my l'eggs.
it's become
complex
does she now
detest?
efforts in vain
longing
with pain.
i spoke to her today
i think,
another failed attempt
i think,
or is my perception clouded?
deepseeded longing.
probably obsessive,
i think.
non stop
thinking,
no results
i spoke to her today
ain't ready
still echoed
from the last question.
evasive
she's become to me.
pushing too much
comes across.
'ease up',
her eyes
tell me.
'don't stop'
her smile
tells me.
i spoke to her today
and our fate
has been
sealed.
no
.
some dance to remember
she rests her head in her hands
wet with tears
coursing through her fingers
shoulders that shiver
shaking in pain/regret
unwilling to let go
she lingers on
they hold her world
caught in brokeness
and beneath the neon glow
of monitors
and television screens
shining in empty store windows
she spreads her arms
inclusive
a reality that hurts too much
let the falling rain
cold and alone
wash across this shiv'ring child
her feet stepping 'cross cobblestones
turning round in circles
hair sticking in threads
as she dances to remember
she d
.
fade to grey
the sky is dark with shades of grey
as i
staring out the dirty window
contemplate my life
and what i have become
a simple-hearted man
(so complex)
a life of indecision
a life of complication
(as i make it so)
the night is dark with shades of grey
as i
wander aimlessly across the grass
think on my existence
and what i will become
a man of good intentions
(so easy to deny)
a life of melacholy
a life of emptiness
(for i make it so)
for am i more than just
a player in this movie
a pawn in someone else's game?
my life a mass
i'm back, for the second time in 2 years to be correct.
i'm gonna try and keep up with the rapid changes that are going on here. most of the old timers are gone and have moved on wich is kind of a shame.
but i'll make the most of it and get new friends. and make use of the forums. i've recently got Illustrator and i'm trying to make the most of it.
i've recently checked out what spyed's comment on my page back on the 10th of april was all about. http://spyed.deviantart.com/journal/1257724/ and i agree with him.
but i think the motto/signature he's come up with is kinda off and lacks something. so i've rewritten it to suit the community and the whole idea behind it better. it goes like this:
comment to share your kindness,
a community of artists sharing
the love for the art, the contact.
what do you think? would you add this to your signature to make the community a better place or not?....i hope you do :)
thank you for your kindness and for commenting on my artwork...i really appreciate what you said on my unplug and plug me in image. your critique was right on!! i like your suggestions... thank you for the advice!
now, i must thank you for putting me on your devwatch... i consider it an honor each time someone puts me on their list... means alot to me... thank you