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A match in the sky all aglow to keep vigil
A sigh ablaze hearts' hunger fill
Chambers brilliant bejeweled with tears
I miss him that's so clear...
Dew handed clock flight it keeps tab
Future memories on the look-out
Scaling might of heights no map
Vanquishing jealousy, fear and doubt...
Lantern dotted midnight mile
Ambit of unforsaken twilight
Sky to tread upon only to beguile
In need of respite yet no where in sight...
Ribbons of murmuring sweetly disguised
Spell of the heart a charm devised
Unmasked yet veiled in lace of sheer
I miss him that's so clear...
Music swirling with lights dancing merrily
blind & deaf with the mute paint and sing
Of colors glowing invisible as it ring
Anguish & happiness blends in harmony
Rousing deep slumber's knotted lethargy
Christmas lantern 'neath the rain stands guard
flashing as it flickers sighs of musical notes
On glass hearts' deafening silence as it floats
The clock drowning in smiles of no regard
Marching with no compass on season's yard
Waves of light & sound bend to dash and sway
Ripe with thick mist soothingly caress to pierce
Upbraiding flashing memories both tame and fierce
From a chasm of maze tears sweet and bitter well forth
Christmas lantern young and old lead the way tow'rd north
City of BrickI found a kingdom in a city of iron
rough, sharp with bristles and horn
decaying rain pours fumes of death
on victims' random trapped breath
Its faded beauty's muffled cry I heard
Heard it from pure iron's heart spurred
An invisible pull a heart can not reckon
'neath layers of debris none can beckon
Wails of slavery's griping ironclad's passion
an enslavement in unending coiled succession
Once again for freedom noble blood bleeds dry
Bleeding dry on a Cross unseen nails Faith's spy
I found a kingdom in a city of brick
a vineyard redeemed in grace ripe and thick
Grape's trunk scorched yet death it defied
Defying weeds of cynics and skeptics tide
Bands of goodwill must work solidly to unite
forging inspiration into action of Faith's Light
A garden rising in the steely bog of endless night
Only hearts may know what logic resists with might
Peeling years of rust and rot fueled by Hope and Love
Revealing its heart meshed in beauty, scars, and flaws wove
Weaving scarred-beauty with threads o
Icy sunshine caressingly melt
as vapors of love float and knelt
Angels unhindered descending
in syllables of dreams unending
Hearts if but for a moment kissed
amidst distance with time insist
A winter fire within unknown, a spark unseen
Each ship sailing content and so serene
Gusts of thundery inaudible song clamor
Surfs roared and trampled in stillness tremor
Fiery icicles rattling with waves drumming
Trumpets blared mutely yet forthcoming
Felt to hear each heartbeat without a miss
'though battered with cries, sighs, glee or bliss
A winter fire within unknown, burning unseen
Each ship sailing content and still serene
Petalled dreams drifting and darting
in between snow webs and sand parting
Lanterns of light and dark lined each heart
Mysteries so bright weaved never to part
Unending love its siren a chant concealed
Distance its magic spell mustn't be repealed
A winter fire shared yet unknown ablazed unseen
Each ship seemingly sailing content and serene...
Sun is Out
Gloom and gray frosty lace obstinately lingers
Hazy fog tightly woven in veils of shadow shivers
Sun is out warmly blowing kisses of glitters
Elusive arc of sun rays I searched in nature and grace
Leap High... Dive Deep...
You are free to roam and fly
dreams of your desire so high
unhampered and unhindered
untethered and unconquered
Seed of freedom deeply planted
didn't sprout what you wanted
Wings ensconced in doubt and fear
Light struggles 'gainst night so clear
You misjudged and presumed too much
that I'll quench your wanderlust and clutch
Blocking your power to take a leap and risk
as your ambitions are ripening on an obelisk
Your freedom is not mine to take and keep
Decisions yours alone to make and reap
Sense of determination and total surrender
Winding ventures obscure engendered to ponder
Two gifts I offer you: Wings of priceless freedom
and roots of Truth founded in Love and Wisdom
Find courage to nurture, proclaim, and defend it
in an armored suit befitted and willingly commit
Ode to JK Galbraith
Brilliant mind your voice drowned and silenced
as the world waltzed and wallowed in pretense
Prisoners we are of the fog alongside history's lens
Digging, stumbling unbeknownst I fell into time's eaves
Wisdom with merit entombed as virtue on cue weaves
A voice of reason vanquished into oblivion
Marginalized, discarded as an aberration
Logic's thirst for truth unchained in suspension
Sterling errors its charms and trammel rusting
Truth's vitality crushed yet shines unrelenting
Soul of good-will flawed and imperfect you maybe
Never did you boastfully impose your will and decree
Nor did you claim you have the divining eye to foresee
"innocent fraud" political crafts of "mythical truth"
so elegant as we cursed the light preferring death and soot!
Accidentally blessed I was somehow to have found your work
While searching for answers sifting and sorting into murk
The haughty go berserk; the mighty from the challenge shirk
Somewhere I know I'll find a beacon to throw out the anchor
Lip Service Or Is It Lip Sync?Yes, a verse to start...
An echo of a searching heart
A hymn so framed as a piece of art
seemed sincere, yet its content
quite steeped in superficiality foment
Foolish is he to think Faith
True Faith is born in airy wraith
from reading Clive's works in a wink
acquiring human knowledge in a blink
only to find he needs to re-think
Human knowledge is not enough
if slavery from sin he wants to slough
Solid effort at times heroic required
if genuinely he aims for what he aspired
to claim and lay siege on Heaven's Heart he so desired...
Dancing With Love's Shadow...Beyond aimless mornings
sky's torn cloudless weeping
Pink leaves so rare caught your
shadow so bright slowly fading
Pink leaves with crisp breeze dancing
Slow dancing in untraceable paleness
Hidden in night's shades merrily spinning
with cloaked trace of doubt and sadness
Between dreams of midnight awakenings
Soft music inviting - lead the way my darling...
yet only your shadow in this starless sky I see
as the nights swallow you and I scream dissolving
Steps we take as we shuffle to trust or not
Remaining deaf to poems hearts may have heard
yet lullaby swiftly climbs and glides cold and hot
As I danced with Love's shadow -- sweetly seared - still I doubt...
There She GoesAs a poet
I've always learned to take the weather seriously
And when I was small
I made a decision to never miss out the rain
Never ever to sit in, like an adult
And this is how I ended up, soaking myself wet
In the early mornings before my finals, afresh
Or the day the storm brought a few wires down
And today when
I rushed outside
It was because I had mixed feelings
And I hoped that
Some answer would come my way
And then the rain took me too cold
To the point I had to cross my arms and tremble
But I stayed like that till
The real revelation came
I was cold, even more frigid
As my bones chilled to point I could feel no more
And then I melted, my heart gave a glow
So that a warmth spread throughout me burning bright
And it seemed I had found the truth told
As I saw the ripples dancing across the water
Always coming back after spreading against the wall
Give it all
And you'll get it back someday
If not these days
Just remember it might be in a better way
And I was, in no way unnerved
Social Scale.Nothing should ever feel guilty
about the way it breaths;
heaving hearts pressure lungs
to fall to their knees.
But what does it matter?
The hierarchy shows that we are
put in our place,
now it is time to face
our fears with dignity
and to fight for our right
to be free.
reach for the stars they saiddead roses in empty bottles-
the manifesto of destitution
desperation, and dirty alleys
the question is not whether to be
or to not to be
but whether we will be or were
were we fools digging for
gold in a dumpster?
looking for beauty in our lies
we all have the potential to be something
but something is just a word, not a life
An Ode to Wal-MartIt chews you up and spits you out
like Grendel under mist and moor
it vomits filth and happenstance
as slithering human detritus
cancer sacks and pulsing wretches
rolling wheels and obscene noises
“Welcome to Wal-Mart how may I help you?”
tell why I even bother
tinsel toys and flashing gadgets
a slice of subhumanity
it stands to paint the worst quite clear
to Hell with standards and personality
“Welcome to Wal-Mart; how may I help you?”
Sheep - Trial VersionIm born! Cant do this on my own
Father puppeteer, wont you live my life for me
I invoke my narrators - ease my endeavours
Write for me a scenario!
Safe and sheep - more sleep!
I worship the conspiracy - get me hooked on something, please!
I want my social disease and all i can chow down mass sympathy
Justifying pain killers, I want them all,
Just let me fit in, I feel this is my curtain call
Safe and sheep – more sleep!
I trade one soul and ninety nine percent of my brain
These neck implants look so good on me!
Drastic measures for rebellious feelings
Addict, addict... tears, booze, repeat
The ash,the high, the sin... oh, my.
The distortion of the society
Safe and sheep. More sleep.
With every progress
It is harder to read
I will forget crimes
You saved on my hard drive
I will forget culture
You saved as files
I am not more secure
Than papers or stones
Books do not need electricity,
electricity needs no culture -
only a comfort that stings itself.
Words as swordsWords,
they are the swords
no one does see.
They appear so harmless,
yet they can become
the writer's greatest strength.
With symbols as easy as letters,
writers are capable
to breathe life into these
white, dead sheets of paper.
that once were in their imagination
become so real,
And once the reader was free
writers can climb to their minds
like their words are soldiers
holding close their readers.
they are the swords
of the mind.
ResolveSilly staple what have you done?
Where have you gone?
Is the stack too high?
The hunger too much?
Tap on that door
See that solution
but why when there's such pollution?
Keep your head down
and continue the path of
past mistake or
begin again with
Not My War, Not My RevolutionNot my war, not my revolution
echoed my confused and guilty generation
Not my problem, not my headache
those decisions are not mine to make
Not my issues, not my concern
This war we usurp to start and burn
Not my dilemma, not my pickle
I didn't carry the hammer nor sickle
Not my father, not my mother
Why do I need to even bother...
Not my husband, not my wife
I live a quiet and comfortable life
Not my son, not my daughter
I live for the now not the here after
Not my nephew, not my niece
But I want my freedom and peace
Not my grandson, not my granddaughter
I'm too weak, old, and hang-over
Not my friend, not my neighbor
I'm invincible to death's vigor
Not my wake, not my funeral
Apathy flashing on Times Square's mural!
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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