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An ex Fiancee's memoryWhen a memory,
Is more than just a memory,
And you would give away,
Everything from then to now,
To take back the words you hear her say,
Asking only why and how,
As you sat dumbfounded in disbelief,
She left you alone in your grief,
You spit venom with your words of hate,
Hoping to take back what you lost,
Not realizing you sealed your fate,
And have given up all but the cost,
To love is lose it all,
To live is to learn to fall,
Hold on to those precious things,
Those little moments in your head,
The way she acts when she sings,
The way she left naked from your bed,
One year since she left your sight,
One year since that awful fight,
And you think of her still,
The way she hugged and kissed you,
Forgetting her you never will,
She is apart of everything you do,
Her memory is all that is left to be had,
And you cannot smile or be glad.
Don't Fall AwayRest here where I wake,
Alive in every regret and mistake,
Full of hope for days to come,
As I was drown in this rum,
Call out to the nearest friendly soul,
Only to find a rotten goal,
Let not this insomnia take hold,
As a heart once warm goes cold,
Heartless devotion to a faded dream,
Faces not what they seem,
I turn away from close friends,
To call upon bitter ends,
Of cigarettes and cigars,
Long nights at shady bars,
Alone in a state of drunken despair,
You find a man who wouldn't care,
A year to date of false pretense,
Has left this life rather un-intense,
Call upon feelings lost,
To bring about a better cost,
Of love and remembrance,
Instead of hate and vengeance,
Let those nights be filled with dreams,
And let your life stitch it's seams,
So that everyday doesn't blur away,
In regretful words you wished you didn't say.
My Life, My Family, My way of beingOne year,
One sad and lonely length of time,
One terrible and heartfelt chime,
Something gone and never forgotten,
With heart break and feelings rotten,
Day to day in lives of love and hate,
Our whole hearts in helpless debate,
Over and over again we smile,
While wicked ones spew endless bile,
We love and give our all,
While hopeless ones make us fall,
And when we have no love or home left for our own,
We cut out and give to you our bone,
Those of us who know selflessness,
Know of your pettiness,
And still we smile all for you,
Giving up to what ever you may do,
We are good people of abundant heart,
Who would give our all from the start.
In This DeathAnd as I lay still,
On the bed of my defeat,
Wondering how high was this life's bill,
That it would not let me beat,
Those sorrowful tones,
In which my voice did flutter,
Old and withered bones,
Crack and snap in the gutter,
I feel a sense of worth wash over me,
Knowing that if I lost to you,
I did at least hope to be,
The better part of what we do,
When friends and foe alike,
Have lives of brilliance and perfect white,
I cannot dare dislike,
Their better love and stronger might,
When because of me they learned,
That no hurt is without hope,
For everything they have earned,
Has somehow taught them all to cope,
So in this lonely death I say,
Do not cry or run away,
Though life is hard and cruel sometimes,
It is always filled with loving rhymes.
My Life Thus FarLooking back at my past I see,
All the things that make me me,
And through all the good times and the bad,
I realize no matter how I was sad,
I could have been or really was not,
I gave exactly what I got,
Each relationship a loving story,
Filled with love and also glory,
Gives me hope for those friends I see,
And what hopes they have to one day be,
Because this life has made me so,
And has placed me on the path I go,
I smile and wonder where they are,
And if they remember that fools night at the bar,
All those friends then and now,
Always come back someway somehow,
To make me realize those happy thoughts,
That sadness it rots,
And I am left like the nature around me,
Growing ever forward to be free,
Happiness lay in the eye of the beholder,
And I date step just a bit bolder,
Into my future knowing this,
Each sunrise is a new days kiss.
Life's cruel journeyBless this broken road we wondering souls walk,
forever bound in life's turmoils and troubles we rock,
shackles on our ankles and feet,
the ground shall shake as we hear the beat,
of a million and one damned walking by,
as summer days fade to winter sky,
and upon the golden alter set ahead,
we begin to fill with love and dread,
let not the darkness overtake you,
and control everything you do,
turn instead to love and light,
and reclaim that fallen sight,
of hope and wonder long forgotten,
instead of sorrow and feelings rotten,
look to the eyes of friends and lovers,
who hide beneath such shallow covers,
to take a once beating heart,
and hear it again restart,
so we bless this broken road,
upon which life has based its code.
Forget not the TruthFaith is but the light,
Which all things are found,
And by things i say happiness,
Away from fear and fright,
For which my life is bound,
Let all this craziness,
Slide away from what I am,
So that my light might shine through,
All that is and will be,
Those hate filled memories that stem,
The painful memories of me and you,
So that one day I may see,
All that was will soon come,
And all that will is soon to be,
Not so dumb,
That I deny truth in fact,
I am a man based on life,
Not belittled by my strife,
I surpass all my strife,
Let it be known that I stand,
Free of man and free of land,
Upon the lies that I do weave,
In hopes of truths that can cleave,
Hopes and prayers I hold close,
In solemn regret I take another dose,
Of deceit and woes,
So that I know where true life goes,
Bless me the wondering soul,
Who wishes not to reach the goal,
Of heart and soul felt pride,
To find those things that you hide.
Never DoneWhy is your head down,
Why do you wear that wounded frown,
Take a long look around,
See where your life is bound,
The plan might not always be seen,
But it has always been,
Look into the eyes of your family and your friends,
And see that love never truly ends,
It just changes shape,
Sometimes it wears a silver cape,
And sometimes it is a bloody thorn,
Still you should never mourn,
Because love is a blessing in all its forms,
It will guide you home through all life's storms,
So wear a smile proudly,
And sing this life's song loudly,
Because in this fleeting moment,
You are truly without torment,
And you may see life is heaven's gift,
A thing to repair any rift,
And happiness is now,
What you will soon learn how,
To spread with joyous wings,
And with abundant pride it sings,
This is the life of everyone,
And in this moment we are never truly done.
The Journey is Just As FunI don't care,
what you've been or where,
How many miles you've seen,
Or how you think yourself unclean,
The world is a fucked up place,
I can see it written all over your face,
And I am just as messed up as you,
People shy away unlike I do,
I have been there and done that,
Got as many lives as a crippled cat,
Never have I been bored with life so far,
Like buying a slightly used car,
I live for the long winded trip,
And not the destinations tip,
Because I just don't care,
I whole heartily love past what some call fair,
Just because the story is better,
Through all this crappy stormy weather,
Left overs or sloppy seconds,
This smile of mine how it beckons,
To arms of true acceptance,
Let me be your life's next reference,
So you will smile and soon move on,
Even after I may be gone.
You're not sorryYou're not sorry
For what you did
You're not sorry
For what you did not
You're not sorry
For what you caused
You're only sorry
That you got caught
Tearing Apart at the SeamsI look to the sky and see your name
Written on a black ink canvas.
You are a cacophony of stars
Wishing they could touch the earth.
Written on a black ink canvas,
My words scream for release,
Wishing they could touch the earth.
I become something that does not exist.
My words scream for release,
Tearing themselves from my mouth.
I become something that does not exist --
It feels like I’m dissolving into dust.
Tearing themselves from my mouth,
You are a cacophony of stars.
It feels like I’m dissolving into dust;
I look to the sky and see your name.
After the FallWhere teardrops have fallen
flames will also rise,
they are invisible angels
obvious in demon eyes.
We Set SailsWe set the sails and leave behind
Old lives we don't want anymore.
"Fortune waits at another shore"
This promise is on every mind.
There's a preacher, an alcoholic,
Only within booze he finds God.
Fights his demons with an old rod
While he screams: "I'm a good Catholic!"
A woman with lost reputation
Is learning now to sleep alone.
She has never been on her own
During her years of exploitation.
See this man next to the old rail?
He wears scar patterns on his skin,
Remains of atoning a sin.
During the nights you can hear him wail.
And the crew is just as worn down
As the ship they are sailing on.
They all fell victim to a con,
The reason for their permanent frown.
As we travel across the sea,
Only failed characters on board
And two stories left unexplored,
I wonder: "Why are you still with me?"
The Old Man's StoriesHey old man, pull up a seat,
get comfy and tell me a story.
Tell me about how it used to be,
tell me about those days of glory.
Tell me all about those classic ladies,
how they always maintained a state of grace.
The way they always smelled like daisies,
and always had on the most pleasant face.
Tell me how those ladies revered their bodies,
and the way to get in was earned with respect.
You called them lady, they didn't answer to hottie,
anything less they would flat out reject.
Tell me all about those bold men of character,
how they lived lives of virtue and common sense.
How they stood by their morals and didn't stagger.
Taking only what they earned, no sense of entitlement.
Tell me how they managed their priorities,
"A man don't work, then a man don't eat."
How they took care of their responsibilities,
the family came first, then maybe a personal treat.
Tell me all about the innocent youth,
and how they didn't mature before their time.
How they only knew to live by the truth,
AimlessI gaze at the sky
And I wonder why,
The clouds, piled up high,
Daily, keep sailing by,
AshesWhat am I to you but Ashes
A destroyed version of my self
Fighting battles ever endless
With no fear of downfall
A reputation blown up
In a flash
Pieces scattered ever vastly
Searchers try but then halt
What am I to you but fallen
Tripping over my two feet
Like a broken compass
No direction except south
A life ripped up
By mouths flapping
What am I to you but worthless
A toy with no fun
Tossed away forever abandon
In a trunk of torture boundless
An opinion disrespected
By many far and between
Killed off quickly no compassion
A sign of certain defeat
What am I to you but Scratches
Marking up you perfect door
Causing renovation costly
And Hating your new decor
A depression yearning
Good or bad
What am I to you but gone
Killed off in season one
Forgotten quickly unimportant
Ratings higher since depart
A poet lost in words of sorrow
Considering his opportunities
Soon to be another forgotten
A Minute of Your Time (A Poem for John Lennon) Pardon me, sir or miss, I really hope you won't mind,
If I take, just a minute of your time.
You ask why my face is so somber, my essence so blue,
And with just that minute, I can explain to you.
I think of a man, a man you might know.
He's in heaven now, the place where we'll all someday go.
A man before his time, who didn't see quite like others,
Who wanted us to love one another.
He just wanted peace, an admirable cause of course,
But sadly thirty three years ago, our friend was lost.
So let's think of his life, say a prayer, admire what he's done;
sing a song, love everyone, send a message to his family and sons.
Let's remember his funny faces and silly smiles,
His playful nature and clever wiles.
His devotion to his cause and his love for others,
His ability to recognize his friends and brothers.
Yes, he made mistakes, yes, he's done wrong, and yes, he sometimes did before he thought,
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