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Rebuttals.Such beautiful blasphemy
Such coaxing condemnation
What detrimental images
Dance through my imagination
How tasteful this temptation
I'm so delightfully damned
Such a fantastic failure
Was the lion and the lamb.
How succulently sick
And excelling expectation
Was the act that signed and sealed
The prevalent promiscuity
So promisingly perfect.
The scent of skin and sweat and flesh
Such dear denunciation.
Who knew that from the soul could come
Such a pagan premonition?
That such an act is alone
The minds own emanation.
That such an act so oft' despised
Is the seed of inspiration,
That such an animalistic act
Is its own education.
And if I am despised and burn
For such an honest demonstration,
I shall grin and laugh and dance
But never offer explanation.
And if they threaten you and I
With vulgar confrontation,
I will stand beside you and
Defend our our righ
Even EdenThere was once a garden so beautiful, so pure that time itself did not dare set foot in it. The fruits were full and brightly colored, and their scents hung in the warm air with a sweet flavor that would reach out and cling to your clothes and linger on your tongue. The grass was thick and cool, with no rocks or thistles to stab at bare feet, and no insects to nibble on bared flesh. The breeze was gentle and cool, perfectly contrasted by the warm air. The sky was in a state of perpetual sunset, with the tip of the sun lingering over the western skys, casting the most exuberant shades of reds and oranges, greens and purples across it, and mixing with the moon that sat, fat and jolly on the other side, casting its alabaster glow down upon the garden.
In this garden, there lived three people. The first was a man named Eden, and he was the keeper of the garden. He over saw that the fruit grew large and sweet, and that the grass was safe and long. He kept the leaves on the trees green and t
Because Of YouThe mountains quake with uncinstrained fury
and the sky hacks its disbelieving lightning laugh
while the clouds growl low in the hills.
They spit on us,their deluge of tiny,
warm droplets that pour down around us.
Let them hate that I love you.
The demons in the fire cackle and click
as they lick out with their burning tongues
hissing their cinder-like words
and blowing this way and that,
hoping one will land upon our bare flesh.
and leave its painful mark.
Let them hate that I Love You.
The restless western wind and the cold north one
moan and whisper to one another
in astonished insult, as they wrap themselves
around our bodies and squeeze, but to no effect.
Let them hate that I Love You.
And they all plot against us to steal me away.
The lightning blinds me
while the fire tendrils grad hold of my wrists
and the wind caresses my neck head and neck,
and runs gently through my hair,
whispering for me to come away.
I do not hear them.
I do not feel them.
All I know is that you arms are
Swear NeverYou were there when I swore I never needed anyone.
When I swore there was no such thing as love.
When I swore I would never cry.
You were there when I swore they would never get to me.
That I would never care what they thought,
That I would never look back.
You were there when I swore they would never break me,
and you where there when I was proven wrong.
You where there when Never became Now,
and then you swore.
I was there when you swore you had never seen someone as perfect as me.
when you swore you would never forget me,
never leave me.
When you swore you would never let me go,
would never stop until I was happy.
And then you swore you never lied.
The JokerI know the secret God wanted to keep,
And I laid down my hand and said, "Read 'em and weep."
Then he looked at the devil, who nodded his head,
Then looked back at me and smiled as he said
"In knowledge, my child, you win yet you loose,
You are cursed with the will to seek for the truth."
The devil leaned forward in his fit, silk black suit,
Downed a shot and said with aloof,
"He's right ya know, kid,
You're faced with a choice,
Break or bend.
Live or die.
Silence or Noise."
I shook my head, no. I did not understand,
As god stood and left, the devil folded his hands.
He stood and he circled the table and sighed,
"I like you kid, do you wanna know why?
Even here, even now, with now way to win,
You're kicking and screaming, you fight to the end.
You'd think you'd have learned that you're not always strong,
That," He sneered, "you are human,
And you Can be wrong."
And then, my dear friend, he started to laugh,
And with each sickly hiss his voice sizzled and cracked.
"Let me tell you someth
PonderingsCaught amongst the rampant race
Staring into heavens face
Wondering if there is a place
For you amongst that empty space
Something kind of like a star
Constant no matter where you are.
So perfectly above the bar
You envy their right to be so far
So daintily far above
The crooked world your supposed to love
But what right have they to sit and judge?
A star knows not of life and love
A star has no urge to kiss and tell
Has never stood at the gates of hell
Has never had to sit and dwell
On just how far he might have fell
A star knows nothing of win and loose
A star fears no hangmans noose
They just sit there, high and aloof
And stare back at the darkened roofs
A stars have a far worse fate
They dwindle outside heavens gate
While they always contemplate
never will they participate
So when next you search for something true
Do not look to the endless blue
For although stars act like they do
In truth they know nothing of you.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
Pop Rocksbeads of roman sweat and dust
lace the wind like meth into pop rocks—
feel the fizzlepop of history flamenco
across your justahuman tongue
and wonder why your professor never
lectured on the strawberry tang
of crusaders' sloshed blood.
the secret is the almond
in your brain
you should listen when it screams
to run away
there is nothing
in your ribcage
one half of a clichè.
if I'm made
of bones and chemicals,
cold calculus, or
man of science
tell me why
think away the pain.
Do not be ridiculous,
love was just dark chocolate,
of rancid coffee.
sunset soon forgottenin a single moment all her greatness collapsed,
her soulfulness small and full of absence.
i am wild
with infinite shades of yes -
and a careless smile
so kiss me quick
under the sun
(just until the pain leaves)
DunesOut on the dunes, you could be walking on the moon
Maybe you are, maybe we are; see that planet in the sky?
How much more can be said about body heat, about
Sucking the marrow from bones in a vain attempt to quench?
Disheveled by dust-storms in an ocean of sand, we walk
Blank-window eyes searching for what, some sort of life?
Our feet are heavy, the ground wants to eat them; no moon, this
Now the sky is the color of sand, and there are no stars to wish on
Sweat and dead weight, we wait for the coolness of night
Fatigued, delusional, we see a rusty car approach; we get in
My MonumentI am staring at a wall.
A blank, empty, barren wall.
There are cracks in it.
The white paint is chipping.
The spray can in my hand is cool,
and it cry's rebellion.
I hold my breath and stare at this,
and wonder what to write on its
No. As soon as the word is written it becomes a lie.
No, to etch it on yet another lifeless surface would only furthur mar it's meaning.
No. For then the wall would be sure to crumble with time.
No. I need to forget it all.
I stare at this wall.
But it's not really blank, is it?
The chipped pait that leaves the
unblemished stone visible
The tiny, hopeless flower
that struggles to peak through the cracks
that crashes against this wall
Moans out "forever."
and the spiderweb cracks
that sprawl across the lonely walls face
humbly challenge, "remember."
I am staring at a wall.
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