|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Lord of the DanceI'm a sun pillar
B reathing in a cosmic love spel L
L eave all negativity & just let g O
O pen up the pores of your spiri T
O utcast melancholy by an adie U
M elodic mornings of serene blis S
I ntimacy with a totality of lazul I &
N ights filled with a calm veridia N
G reet you to a twilight of kisme T
L ose the handcuffs of daily rus H
I n the knowledge you stand fre E
K iss the earth in dancing hoove S
E xcuse the past, don't look bac K
A ccept yourself
Dancing TigressBeautifully fierce - that's what she was.
Skin so golden, yet eyes so black.
Ribbons of mango hung in her hair,
cascading down the arch of her back.
Some called her a vision of fairness,
with jangles of bangles on her wrists.
Others saw her as an exotic prowler,
stealing the night with the sway of her hips.
But when she felt the world around her,
listening to the soul of a beating drum,
she knew her spirit was quite infused,
a girl and a tigress all in one.
Letter to the MoonInk swirls waltz beside angelic swans.
An empty season's breeze beckons it along.
The flatness of parchment,
on which I spilt my tea,
took flight as feathered down
off the coast - into the sea.
A flirtatious lick from burning salt
melts faulty calligraphy from my throat.
The forbearance of darkness,
a blanket-less night,
cuts down on my countenance
off the shore - into the sky.
A song of secrets from starry fae.
Heart's emissaries raise on silver tray.
The winter-grey of silk,
on callous tapestry,
mirrors your love for The Sun,
off your smile - onto me.
WeaknessWeakness - Am I Not Stronger?
Another foolish decision;
Another lesson learned.
Another love lost;
Another scar earned.
But I'll be okay...
Another seclusion from the world,
Another pause in life.
Another need to be alone,
Another slowly healing strife.
But I'm fine...
Am I not stronger than this pain?
Am I not mature enough to be
Alone, without that special one
I simply don't yet need?...
No. No... I'm not.
My mortal heart cries out in agony:
I need to be loved.
Only Human - Weakness
The Church VicarThe Church Vicar
The bells they rang in the old church steeple
Not a soul bode inside the cathedral
The Books they lay unread by a people
Save the Vicar in will to beseech all
The world had left his church for lusts of flesh
Only he on Sunday heard the sermon
In his kirk he wrote with the Lord to mesh
In this ministry he longed to warn man
His life of the cloth was unrewarding
To a conviction of worldly villains
Still he reaped wherever His Sword shall be
By the passion of Evangelism
Through the Lord you will not want succession
To His Kingdom by humble profession
"For therein is the righteousness of God revealed from faith to faith: as
AmistadLa amistad entre nosotros, crece cada dia.
En la vida los amigos, nos sirven como guia.
Todos unidos, bajo un mismo creer.
El que en necesidad, no deja de proveer.
Siempre habran problemas, no es de dudar.
Conocidos por el mundo, por saber lo que es amar.
Satanas hoy en dia, no deja de atacar.
De victimas somos, como gota en el mar.
Poder confiar, en quien menos uno espera.
Enemigos tratandote, de differente manera.
La flor de la amistad, cada dia crece.
Algunos petalos caen, pero luego enjuvenecen.
Nada en este mundo, compara con ese tesoro.
Es aun mas valioso, que una abundancia de oro.
Siempre nos mantiene, en un modo de pensar.
UnderstandI cannot sleep,
I cannot laugh,
I cannot even
Hold your hand,
My heart, you'll
Forever AfterShe did not believe in love,
At least not fairytales or
The happily ever after,
She only believed in simple
Month long relationships,
Or three months at most.
Then she met her eyes,
And her soul, which
Raced into her heart
On the wings of a
Great dragon of old.
A year and four months,
It was her eternity,
And by some strange and
Magical chance, this one
Still loved the other,
After all that long span
Of time which seemed endless
She loved her, and she will
SharedSome days she just sits alone,
And she wonders to herself,
If she will ever be enough
For one single person here,
Or if she will always be shared.
MuseI long to see the pale moon glow at night,
And take her as my ever waning muse.
To long for her upon the dawning light,
Although her absence can truly confuse.
She is the one thing that I cannot lose,
Because my brain would painfully unwind,
Then leave the world and all its light behind.
My heart soars when I see her pale light shine
My yearning eyes so desperately stare
I know that every night she will be mine.
My body is at peace when I am there
Marveling in the splendid art we share.
The moon has taught me much of human love,
And how the gods of art work up above.
27He had 27 bones
in his left hand, all under a thick netting
of coral reef. He had 27 bones in his right hand too, each perfectly preserved.
Both hands held their breath
as he approached stage exit.
Hit every bar, tour every state.
A river runs interstate through Texas.
Small yellow lines jump straight through it.
Take the US-27 from Fort Wayne to Miami. A second doesn’t make it
to his destination.
Cobalt. Aluminum. A third was found dead, drowned in his pool,
an empty shot glass floating beside him.
Cobalt weighed down his shoulders. Alumi
Keep in Touch!
`ChewedKandi has certainly gone out of her way to keep the vector community on the right path. Always making sure that her talents are infinitely scalable, Sharon has put her bezier curves to excellent use, and firmly anchored herself as an inspirational leader. We're absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for June 2013 to `ChewedKandi. Congratulations, Sharon! Read More