A lesson learned hard, learned well
A lesson to my children, I will tell
Of my brief visit and stay in hell
And of the salvation wisdom does spell
They are right when they say hell burns
Truth be told for the good it years
And to release the evil ones unearned
But aside from the lesson I turn
I fell into the pit that day
A pretty face is all that shook me from my way
And enamored I fell away
And into the fire that ends noways
She held my hand as we did descend
Through the rafters warmth within
To the flowerbeds we rolled again
Until the hot coals began to seep in
They seared my back my arms and legs
They licked at my feet my
A paper rose.
Something long sought after
A creator's nightmare without direction
He makes mistakes and tries again
He succeeds, in exaltation he rests, and the next day makes another
In frustration he throws it away and tries again
In desperation he folds and refolds and tries again
He looks up and realizes his life has passed him by
Because he only saw the paper raised that was yet to be made
And gave away the paper rose he had already created
Now he lives in a place of darkness
Where every fold backs out upon itself
It doubles up and crumples itself
It unfolds as he folds
And with every page
Another piece of
His heart
Fade
A girl was walking home one day and she saw him...
so cute, playing with all the other kids on the street.
At first he barely recognized her, but then their eyes met.
She smiled and began to walk away, but he followed.
Even when the others called his name he followed.
Like the legendary Kojak, or as all dogs knew him, Big Steve,
prepared for his journey of two thousand miles. Big Steve
had followed THE MAN, but here he would follow THE GIRL.
Across many streets, he dodged cars, her scent in his nose
the only guidance he had. He padded along the pavement and
through the bushes, over pitfalls and under homes. He was
a shadow. The onl
It seems like life really is struggle...
the high points last only so long...and then someone dies...
or leaves, or changes...
like love
struggle
with emotions, they come so fast
breaking the dams and flooding resivoirs
unexpected tidal waves that you ride
until...they pull back into the sea
struggling to rise again
struggle
like so many starving children given thanksgiving dinner
and christmas gifts brand new to play with
so happy they are for one day in their life
then back to the desserts and fields
no food no water
no love
struggle
Some days I wonder
What's it all for...
I don't remember
If I've felt like this before, but it feels familiar
It's like waking up, and still being asleep,
A dream without a dream.
A dreamer's keep, a sleepless sleep.
Emotions wind tighter,
Suffocating life, distorting fire's visionary light. Am I still asleep? Am I still asleep? Am I Still asleep? a waking dream.
Can love ease those pains?
The knife constrained, retaliatory stains
The mind, entertained light love refrained
Contained, a wild horse without reins
Still plays, however restrained.
Love unfeigned, plagues a double heart insane.
It changed, from last I heard you saying,
Distant wind, lyrical exchange, comfort's bane,
Seek my shelter in the rain. Sudden fame,
In your eyes, beautiful frame,
Arises untamed, infinity's ultimate same.
Smile for me, saffron from Spain could not attain
Such entity.
A funless game, your heart deserves more.
Ascertain reflection, enact what you deign, descover no shame,
For all time emotion's slang, w
As the moon gazes down,
somewhere hidden behind the clouds
stories, like three-person crowds
begin to come unwound.
Cold starlight twinkling soft
return no warmth but sprinkle their glow
upon a world which corruptly grows
darker, and returns so oft.
Shoes walked in a day or so
remember when the glass looked away
remember when the mirror did sway
memories that turn diamond into coal.
Mistakes foreseen and shelter's part
cunning deeds wished to play
plans for sin held at bay
honor recedes and darkness takes my heart
Awakened first, blinking back tears,
the vision so fresh and undeniably real
future's past tense verbs do steal
The altar stands before me, the sacrifice is clear.
The mental knife in my hand, my mind's image holds you dear.
Impossible to most, easy for some,
The sacrifice is close, the pain to come.
Irreparable, the price to pay for its light
Fearful I breathe in the air of the night,
Stalling for time will only strengthen the fear
Cold tears spill out, you'd see if you were here.
The tethers we spun that beautiful day
Severed brutally and savagely in most gruesome a way
Inspire me again before it's too late
Call my name, please reverse death's date
Silence, my soul must now grow cold
Douse the fire, before the candle grows too old.
Do i
A lesson learned hard, learned well
A lesson to my children, I will tell
Of my brief visit and stay in hell
And of the salvation wisdom does spell
They are right when they say hell burns
Truth be told for the good it years
And to release the evil ones unearned
But aside from the lesson I turn
I fell into the pit that day
A pretty face is all that shook me from my way
And enamored I fell away
And into the fire that ends noways
She held my hand as we did descend
Through the rafters warmth within
To the flowerbeds we rolled again
Until the hot coals began to seep in
They seared my back my arms and legs
They licked at my feet my
A paper rose.
Something long sought after
A creator's nightmare without direction
He makes mistakes and tries again
He succeeds, in exaltation he rests, and the next day makes another
In frustration he throws it away and tries again
In desperation he folds and refolds and tries again
He looks up and realizes his life has passed him by
Because he only saw the paper raised that was yet to be made
And gave away the paper rose he had already created
Now he lives in a place of darkness
Where every fold backs out upon itself
It doubles up and crumples itself
It unfolds as he folds
And with every page
Another piece of
His heart
Fade
A girl was walking home one day and she saw him...
so cute, playing with all the other kids on the street.
At first he barely recognized her, but then their eyes met.
She smiled and began to walk away, but he followed.
Even when the others called his name he followed.
Like the legendary Kojak, or as all dogs knew him, Big Steve,
prepared for his journey of two thousand miles. Big Steve
had followed THE MAN, but here he would follow THE GIRL.
Across many streets, he dodged cars, her scent in his nose
the only guidance he had. He padded along the pavement and
through the bushes, over pitfalls and under homes. He was
a shadow. The onl
It seems like life really is struggle...
the high points last only so long...and then someone dies...
or leaves, or changes...
like love
struggle
with emotions, they come so fast
breaking the dams and flooding resivoirs
unexpected tidal waves that you ride
until...they pull back into the sea
struggling to rise again
struggle
like so many starving children given thanksgiving dinner
and christmas gifts brand new to play with
so happy they are for one day in their life
then back to the desserts and fields
no food no water
no love
struggle
Some days I wonder
What's it all for...
I don't remember
If I've felt like this before, but it feels familiar
It's like waking up, and still being asleep,
A dream without a dream.
A dreamer's keep, a sleepless sleep.
Emotions wind tighter,
Suffocating life, distorting fire's visionary light. Am I still asleep? Am I still asleep? Am I Still asleep? a waking dream.
Can love ease those pains?
The knife constrained, retaliatory stains
The mind, entertained light love refrained
Contained, a wild horse without reins
Still plays, however restrained.
Love unfeigned, plagues a double heart insane.
It changed, from last I heard you saying,
Distant wind, lyrical exchange, comfort's bane,
Seek my shelter in the rain. Sudden fame,
In your eyes, beautiful frame,
Arises untamed, infinity's ultimate same.
Smile for me, saffron from Spain could not attain
Such entity.
A funless game, your heart deserves more.
Ascertain reflection, enact what you deign, descover no shame,
For all time emotion's slang, w
As the moon gazes down,
somewhere hidden behind the clouds
stories, like three-person crowds
begin to come unwound.
Cold starlight twinkling soft
return no warmth but sprinkle their glow
upon a world which corruptly grows
darker, and returns so oft.
Shoes walked in a day or so
remember when the glass looked away
remember when the mirror did sway
memories that turn diamond into coal.
Mistakes foreseen and shelter's part
cunning deeds wished to play
plans for sin held at bay
honor recedes and darkness takes my heart
Awakened first, blinking back tears,
the vision so fresh and undeniably real
future's past tense verbs do steal
The altar stands before me, the sacrifice is clear.
The mental knife in my hand, my mind's image holds you dear.
Impossible to most, easy for some,
The sacrifice is close, the pain to come.
Irreparable, the price to pay for its light
Fearful I breathe in the air of the night,
Stalling for time will only strengthen the fear
Cold tears spill out, you'd see if you were here.
The tethers we spun that beautiful day
Severed brutally and savagely in most gruesome a way
Inspire me again before it's too late
Call my name, please reverse death's date
Silence, my soul must now grow cold
Douse the fire, before the candle grows too old.
Do i
Current Residence: Los Angeles Favourite genre of music: J-pop, hip-hop, R&B, rock Operating System: Windows...moving to Linux i hope MP3 player of choice: ipod TOUCH
Favourite Visual Artist
Hyung tae kim, Yoshitaka Amano
Favourite Movies
what dreams may come
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Julieta Venegas, Yohko Kano, Yui, Leona Lewis
Favourite Writers
Neil Gaiman, Stephen King
Favourite Games
FF7, BOF3, FFT
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2
Tools of the Trade
Photoshop all the way
Other Interests
Programming, drawing, women...philosophy...and any combination of said interests ^_^;
Hey you guys :)
So this is the thing: Time.
It never fails to kick my ass, and quite frankly, my ass get's kicked a lot.
I win a few times, but it's like sparring with a master...one hit yay, but you know he let it pass to hurt you worse in the next strike. Bleh.
Anyways, life's been good, considering a few twists of fate here and there, but what can I say? :)
I haven't been drawing, but I'm working on graphic design and websites, so if you need one, let me know. I'll be posting my new stuff up soon, I think I've got one up now :)
I've missed dA, the constant influx of new work to inspire me, the journals that let me see everyone's busi
So nice home!!!
:D I do miss my battle buddies...when you sleep next to 3 other guys and see the same people for 7 weeks and live with them all you kinda get attached...it was like a big family u kno?
lol anyways I'm back home, and with it i've got all those stupid boring things...uh repsonsibility...ya that stuff :D...bleh...i'll be starting school again...ITT Tech maybe...but i'll probably be taking some art classes again...and that means deviations...maybe. I've got some new poetry from the field i'll upload some day :D we'll see...and i'm thinking about making a new dA account...this one is very old and dated...and i feel new so why not
lol hey dA I'm back...again...i know i have more returns than James Bond has movies, but you know how life is :D. For those of you who don't know, I decided to join the army and i spent the past 4 months training and now i'm about to come home. I've learned a lot a looooot of stuff, and I'm ready to come back home now :). Work, school, and women are awaiting my arival :D yay! :D I can't wait to get home and find my hand again. Sometimes I really thing that It's not even about producing something. Everything seems like it's me just about finding my hand. I've got so much planned that I'm just gonna probably post my doodles and everything that
dude...o great lol yess...i need ur fone number then i've got a few comin up...i think they'll challenge u. also got another artist...i think u'd like his style...we're slowly building up our group.
Hey thanks for the fav! means a lot to me also sorry about the length of time it has taken me to thank you, have had a very busy mail box and this is me just finding the time to clean it.