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Enraptured By Blessing
Take to heart, and keep in mind,
Flashbacks, and the constant gaze,
As it was then I did not know,
The truth of the beat
of my once cold heart.
The thirst I beheld,
to behold the holding
of my attention,
of an enraptured obsession.
Pure, so true, by definition,
Defying the rules laid down by conformity,
spitting back into its face
the requisites of ungratefulness
hindered by the lack of sight.
Yet I saw the blessings
Wrapped with bows
In a marathon to my eyes,
Unscathed by bumps in the road,
Unharmed by my jagged edges...
Take to heart, and keep in mind,
the constant gaze and visual marathon,
Set me free, this God given blessing...
My once cold heart
is now and forever set aflame
2. Maze Upon The Mountain
Around my throat pulled the rugged noose,
tighter with every upward movement...
Though beheld I chains of gold as a harness,
inching me along the way up.
I scaled the mountain of my own,
whilst I tread in its vertical labyrinth...
To my back, a mirror follows my every move,
the constant reminder of every falter.
From above comes down an ever flowing stream,
washing clean from me the blood, sweat, and tears.
Such is the waters of life that I chose to follow,
as the overflow my thirst and tired limbs.
At my feet, the heat of a million fires,
giving rise to the sulfuric smell of Rock Bottom...
Where from and down the rugged noose yanks.
Burning to a cinder, my forest once dark.
The rope tugs with a playful tease
and with my every breath do I hear the laughing pullers...
Still do I carry on, seemingly towards hopelessness,
where Death is all that my eyes can see.
The chains are what nudge me on,
carrying me upon all paths which lead me Home.
Assisting my ascension, onward to my a
The Madman and His Cellmate
With common tongue out of habitual
rocking back and forth,
In where dark corners become home,
dwell partners in unintentional crime.
Grasping at bottles with the trembling hands
wearing the cloak of cold sweat,
swallowing safety blankets and strain the cords
of rosaries with fists deep in prayer.
Is one longing of endings in sunsets to see self-smothering
as the only alternative route? Desires sprint along the
line between lunacy and resting forever,
Say what you will, I died here in this padded room.
Here I rot in dim light and cold darkness,
where you are my only company,
I know not whether to welcome or curse you.
My attention is more kept on keeping warmth
in my withering veins as the cold takes hostage,
my heart and mind. Speak with me friend,
my thoughts are lonely.
They eye one another like cannibals deserted
in the dead of winter. Only glimpses and moments is
their intellect aimed at
the light piercing the dark.
There is not but silence in your responses...
The Changing Tide
The era is now passed through which I lived and favored,
and my patience then packs its bags for hiatus,
with which to remind me that perhaps
brighter days lie in sunny hammocks ahead.
Here and alas lays the road to that sunny setting,
upon which I walk and tread the changing tide.
The next item on the list of Fates agenda and her passionate affair with time...
the seconds will carry on like the beats of my undying heart.
The fire that burns in my eyes, through which I see is only assuaged
by the tears they produce...
the tears I produce in my longing for some peace of some sort.
Yet those tears shall only accompany the sweat of my efforts.
Once upon a time, in the dream come true through which I slept,
did a fairy tale once exist…
that tale of my tale through endless times of a dream come true
and gone by in the era that I once lived and favored.
The Memory of a Dead Man Walking
Suchlike the will of brimstone beasts,
Is the will of a dead man walking,
In each step is left the prints of carelessness.
Holding the half empty glass with a crack in the side,
stumbling around the dunes in the long wait to become
a savage before the credits roll.
A happy ending was for another tale for another man way
off back in the mirage of the desert that harbors those
dunes as he lies six feet under with a smile by rigor
mortis and a silent song in the beatless heart, there
beneath a tombstone that read,
here lies a memory.
Come Hell or high Heaven, the dead man walking
walks on without a goal or care for the world,
a bottle of dried up whiskey hanging loosely
in hand, gathering sand from the winds of that
coming storm. Illusive would have been his
laughter to sober eyes in that wasteland.
The Memory looks on as a shade beyond the grave,
staring straight at a man of woe, watching those
apathetic trails disappear. The glass fell into
the bosom of those lands beyond greener pastur
1. Foul Calamity To Filthy Mind
The widow carried the glass of blood on her back,
up the climb of the standing hairs upon my arm...
Her stare was without emotion,
but all eyes were on me with each and every step.
My hope was in my half empty glass,
yet the widows glass was always filled with blood,
every drop from every venomous bite...
One by one, her steps draw closer to my pounding heart.
She burrows beneath my sleeve,
the receding image of her legs,
is enough to overtake my heart...
the suspense alone ravages my pulse.
What bitter calamity had overtaken the life through my veins,
by God, such a fear building the arctic sweat about my flesh.
I can still feel the movement, as my life slowly fades...
and her muffled laughter sealed my desolation.
Delivered to evil was I, in a web wrapped coffin,
embalmed by and during the final chapter of my story,
Reborn and reconstructed, molded by the ashes
of the past I once thought behind me.
My innocence begged down on its knees,
and with my head tilted, and its rais
Beneath noses and behind backs
Sneaks a goat with a rusty blade.
An abomination, a diamond in time long gone,
gone like innocence he so stole in the first days.
He wears shadows like skin, taken from sin at the source,
like peelings from a rotten apple,
wearing the mind of a patient fiend in any era,
plotting without end.
Bitterness sits, red and untreated in the drivers seat,
stomping whatever pedal it can find as ideas jump out
in front of the oversized vehicle
of pride and compensation.
Though far from thrones of omnipotence,
the veins course like rivers full of sulfur and sandpaper,
grinding evermore against the insides
of an inevitable nature.
Look down! Oh Faithful, look down to
the brimstone and fire!
They reveal themselves in useless shadows
with their own haste and reason. They burn now and ever with envy.
The Dying Heart of Beating Drums
I can still hear your voice...
A part of me dies. My voice is paralyzed in
its search for right words. Caught and bound by anger and
love as they fight over what's to be said...
If anything at all...never has misery run so violently
through strained veins by a dying heart...
so powerful is the lonesome pulse in my final breaths.
I long to embrace either you or Death.
Why did you lay down your arms at the peak of the war?
Why did you surrender whilst our enemies bled?
While our dreams were weeks away,
while you still had me at your side?
Never did you care it seems...perhaps at a time when you
were cold like I...once warm I was
without use to you any longer...
I was but a temporary flattery during your ascension.
The care you held onto was pity. If not,
should I even bother to challenge such a theory?
Need I question the actions of the confused
and broken half of heart? My mind? My soul?
If ever you cared, you would know me by my words...
if ever you cared you would never
bear lies in y
Bride of the Dying West
She stands, clothed in white
In fields of scorching sand.
As the dust storms
Leave her panting lungs.
A grin with a lack of the sane mind
Discovers her lips,
As she dances with the bones
Of dead rabbits...
Screaming the schizophrenic duet.
There must be some amount of meaning
Some morsel of purpose...
Her eyes are blind with boiling tears,
But still she smiles,
Dancing with those accursed rabbits.
As her bare feet reveal themselves
behind a ruined wedding dress,
They are not but bone and melted skin...
Ground away by her endless movement.
Ignored by her last nerve.
She stops in mid pose...
Her face of melancholy.
The tears burn away her cheeks,
Her gaze finds me,
With a scream, she dissipates into air.
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Amazements of April
1. NEW- GIFTS
2. NEW- The FIVE for FIVE Feature!
3. NEW- Special Groups & Other Special Info.
4. NEW- Changes to "The Shelter Project" PLUS, Extra Special Thank You's,
6. NEW- Said & Did Features, Plus B-Day Features
7. NEW- 110th Special Random Feature!!
8. NEW- Special Edition Feature: "Earth Day, Every Day"
9. NEW- Treasure Chest Features- Profile Page, Left-Side...
Hello and Thank You to Anyone who has a chance to read my journal.
I know time is very precious.
Slightly late, but know how I am wishing my beautiful Friends and Watchers,
a truly AMAZING April!
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:iconlovebottleplz: GIFTS :iconlovebottleplz:
Thank you to my lovely friend Gigi :icongigi50: for:
The image is so stunning, and what a truly thoughtful sentiment!
Please visit her beautiful work HERE: http:/
BIRTHDAY GIFTS 02
My birthday has been an unforgettable day due to my wonderful Watchers and Friends here, on DA. So many kind wishes, not to talk about the awesome Birthday gifts, the amazing features, even cakes and points!
A heartfelt and grateful thank you to each of you who have greatly enhanced this special day and who have contributed to made it a happy and joyful one! I LOVE you all!
The meaning of this feature is to show up the superb gifts and special thoughts I have received and to feature some works from these awesome artists. This is Part Two, there will be Part Three - hopefully before the end of the year. I will certainly not forget anybody, I have been really spoiled, thank you so very much again to each of you!
In chronological order:
Enigmatic and serene,
Having played their part here,
They fade away and die right in front our eyes
Our beloved, beloved parents.
Lord, call them back
For they already had a harsh live
And make them young as they once were
Make them younger than we are.
For those who gave life to us
Give an order, do something
To gain time for them,
To make them start all over again
They have paid with their life
For their sons’ mistakes,
Lord, grant immortality
To the mortal parents.
Behold them as they’re passing away,
Behold them as they’re fading away
Candles in a cuckoo’s nest,
They seem to be quiet, they seem to be burning out.
Badly sick and suffering
We return to dust,
As long as we’re alive, as long as they’re alive
Bring solace to your parents.
The earth is getting heavier,
The departure is even harder,
Farewell, my father!
Farewell, my mother!
But why are you looking at me like that?
Autumn Feature (:
Autumn by LedMaiden
Black cat avatar by HidesBehindThingsdevilish pumpkin by de-ThchFree cat icon 4 by Tirrih
Look Out by nightrose0087 Autumnal cat by KasparsBroks My cat Missy by PiaBobacka
Autumn: Lia by Thapojo Cat by Margo-K 934 by evy-and-cats
Blue hearts_1 by JEricaM autumn-13 by whitecrow-soul Blue hearts_1 by JEricaM
My Lil Pumpkins by suezn Autumn Tires Me - Fuchsherz 39 by Feral-Cats Autumn Cat by FreckleLemonade
Sunflower - Free Avatar by Hardrockangel Gina II by AestheticViolence Sunflower - Free Avatar by Hardrockangel
Up the Tree by FreckleLemonade Autumn posing by BlastOButter
Autumn Divider - Free by etNoirFlower Icon -Orange- by WWN-PixelsSunflower - Free Icon by etNoirFlower Icon -Orange- by WWN-PixelsAutumn Divider - Free by etNoir
Leaf Looney by DoggyStajl Halloween by TirikiSullivan
Feature!! - Those Eyes I tried to do this feature last week, but something went wrong. So, I am trying again.
As they say, "the eyes are the mirror of the soul." So many beautiful works to feature, that I will try and do a bi-weekly feature for all the beautiful art that I see. I wish you Happy Holidays and a bright New Year!! <3
Project 365 - 339 - Bah Humbug by jguy1964Pip by ImageOfImaginationstarry eyed by garfieldgreenDoughie Laying in the new Chair by brighteyesgalAdorable by WindInTheCoffeeCup18. Bronek by Kaasik91What? by ChloeClikWhy So Serious?! by Kitteh-Pawz
Merry Christmas to you all!
Blue Sparkle Dividers by xXNami-sanXxMERRY CHRISTMAS by Emotikonz Blue Sparkle Dividers by xXNami-sanXx
A Gerbil Christmas is coming by ErikTjernlund Merry Christmas Wishes by DeniseSoden Merry Christmas by DeniseSoden
Christmas Coffee by JuliaGraceArts pour feliciter by BregoGirl
Free Christmas Kitten Avatar by JupiterLily Chrisssssstmasssss isss here by Zerda-Fox Free Christmas Kitten Avatar by JupiterLily
#42 Once upon a time by Ellynn christmas cat by Mechanical2127 This Is Helping Me? by GlassHouse-1
Christmas Piggies by Crafty-lil-vixen Xmas Time by DianaLobriglio Santa Toby by Violet-Kleinert
Divider - Peppermints by HappbeeFree Avvie: Kitty In A Stocking by UntitledJoyDivider - Peppermints by Happbee
Merry Christmas from Hobbes! by Farmernudie Happy Little Snowman by bridgetbright Gingerbread Man II by pandrina 24 sleeps to Xmas by chrisravensar
Treehugger by Wooblet
WEEKLY FEATURE - CATS (Part 1)Stray cat strut, I'm a ladies' cat,
A feline Casanova, hey man, thats where its at
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can.
Please scroll down through the fantastic cat photos!
Why So Serious?! by Kitteh-Pawz
suspicious by BL00DYSunflowers selfie by BL00DYSunflowers
Things to Take on an Acid Trip
Several matches for each plot of land in a phase of suicidal tendency, and perhaps gasoline for the sake of a better show.Glasses can be for the brightest lights on the older towers before implode and fade into dust, leaving themselves in clocks to in & around time, disintegrate. A topless thinking cap, for the open mind required by a chore of listening to raving schizophrenics that may have a point or two, depending on the voice whose behalf they speak on.
A vacation round the world in matters of time and variety, in store for our future, so I encourage all to pack accordingly. It is only a vacation in that you will deviant from what you think you know.
An old paper fan for the heated debates of distractions and attractions. Different eyes for every sight to behold so as to spice the convolution. Grenades to open letters from loved ones and old friends. Magnets to toss deep into clouds for purposes of entertainment. Gargoyles for the nightmares outside every wall you've built up. Sand
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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