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Up - stjohnUp
How should I pass away?
I'd like to go saving the day
I wish to die by saving a life,
From danger natural or by blade of knife.
To pass my life to another
So a child won't be buried by the mother
And at the time when I die,
All I ask is a tall ship,
And The Light to sail her by
Ode to the Tempest - stjohnOde to the Tempest
I stood outside to smell the rain
As the sunny sky began to wane
And in moments, Frothing Bliss surrounded me
The Maelstrom came flying in
With such cacophonous din
Such an auditory jubilee
I could hear the thunder roll,
See the lightning's flash
The Ordered Chaos around me flying
I could smell the petrichor,
feel the rain, I wanted more
Soaked through, I wondered when it would start dying
The power of Its spirit awed me unto reverence
Genuflection forced upon me by conscience
He could toss me like a boat on a sea.
To the Worthy, his winds brought renewal
The winds, with the Evil and Urban did duel,
And I was smitten with Divine glee.
The gray swirling mass
Was my service, church, and class
As I heard his thunderous creed
Yet He passed me by,
On to inspire another's eye
And from Him I learned about All and Me.
Night - stjohnNight draws nigh
Though the sun is still high
And the moon is not yet in the sky
I fight my way through dark and cold,
It's not right
I'm not so old
Night is coming
Night is here
What can I say when death is so near
Now that I think
I really am ready
My morals strait, and my soul is steady
My friends may mourn
And my family grieve
But it really is my time to leave
Love Poem - stjohnThough with no-one have I confided,
To you I admit, all the stars collided,
When on you I first set eyes,
And since I have not been able to sever the ties.
If you don't like what I have to say
Ill hide my feelings, shove them away
That alone should show my devotion
Even if you hadn't the slightest notion.
When first I fell into your eyes,
Bright as a mirror, yet dark as the sea,
Lovely, and staring right back at me,
That was when I realized
That this is where I want to be
Blessing - stjohnBlessing
For you I wish only the best
And for that I ask God to make you blessed:
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light
May good luck pursue you each morning and night
May you have love that never ends,
Lots of money, and lots of friends.
Health be yours, whatever you do,
And may God send many blessings to you.
May you have:
Walls for the wind
And a roof for the rain,
And drinks beside the fire.
Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you,
And all that your heart may desire.
May you have great love
Along with great friends
And gladness to the end,
Warm love, and warm bread,
And may you be in heaven before the devil knows you're dead.
May you live in the warmest home,
And work and play with the salty foam,
And you'll have my love wherever you roam.
May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And Heaven accept you.
I wish that you live a long life
Full of gladness and health,
With a pocket full of gold
As the least of your wealth;
My Mistress' Mutt - St.JohnMy Mistress' Mutt
How I wish I were a mutt
Beloved by a girl
She would walk and I would strut
Proudly behind, my tail a'swirl
I'd put my chin upon her thigh
And look up at her with adoring eyes
And I could be proud
Of the love that I'd found.
Fucking BitchFilthy whore!!
Can't you see?
So much pain-
So much hurt-
How could you?
Your breaking him.
I hope you die!
He wished for it,
He asked me to do it-
He wanted you to die.
And I just might have,
Granted his wish you see-
If I wasn't afraid-
So very afraid,
That he'd follow you,
Even to death's door.
You are a mother fucking Bitch!
I hate you with a burning passion
And for all I care, you could rot.
Rot in damned hell you made for him!
You had to go and steal his heart-
Tear it right out of his chest,
Even as it continued to beat-
With your pretty face, and great sex.
I do my very best to protect him, and his heart.
I tried so very hard. Doing all the right things,
That I know, with-out a doubt that he would love.
But I was too late, too slow, and held back.
I have my own beloved to care for- two is difficult.
Especially when I know exactly where my loyalties lie.
But we don't know where yours are.
And in part, that's driving him mad.
You go out, and about- and don't tell.
Born to LoveShe bit her lower lip,
Her back arching,
As his icy cold fingers
Traced invisible shapes,
along her supple curves,
an burning skin.
"Please." she whispered,
In a voice as sweet as honey.
He nipped at her stomache-
inable to kiss when one lacks lips,
Teeth lightly scraping up
That beautiful body-
That he so adored.
Showing her all the affection,
that a dead man could.
his boney fingers,
grasping, holding her close.
She drew him close,
She placed a kiss,
as light as butterflies wings,
upon his forehead.
Her hands running,
Memorizing each bone,
each peice of flesh.
He gasped and sighed,
So inspiring was her touch.
his voice was strained,
So much desire corsing
through his remaining
My sweet world,
I love you."
He whispered with his
Bright and beautiful,
So full of life.
And from the union
of death and nature-
Mortals were born.
Born to live,
Born to love,
Born to thrive,
and born to die.
Raindrops, They Fell For HerThe first warm rain fell of the season.
And a girl, sweet, and pure of heart,
Smiled up at the bleak sky,
Her blue eyes reflecting the clouds,
as her own rain drops began to fall.
They fell for her muse,
For whom she was
A best friend,
And maybe even:
His very world.
Rain fell for him-
Becasue she was no longer his,
And she knew it pained him greatly.
They fell to put out her fire,
For whom she was
And of course:
Rain fell for him-
Because she couldn't be his,
And she saw the pain in his choices.
They fell upon her face,
Running down her cheeks
They hid her tears:
Rain fell on her-
And she couldn't help but smile,
For she need a good cry.
Unlikely Pen-PalsSending my love
through the grapevine.
We've communicated for too long
with tin cans and strings.
Through the garden hedge
across the worn patio.
You'll find me in my rocking chair
singing silly lullabies.
I am no older than you
yet wrinkled within.
Send me your dreams
on paper airplane wings.
I'll send you mine
through the slits in the fence.
You'll feel my voice
tickling your ear.
I'll feel your heart
through the letters you send.
And we could be friends
if only we met.
La chica del metro.Te creo amor y solo eres un puñado de tetas,
la adolescencia de una muchacha furiosa
que quiere reventar con todo
como si todo fuera una enfermedad,
un frasco de aspirinas en el estómago,
un dolor a costillas entre mundo y mundo
donde la falda de cuadros,
las botas paramilitares,
la boina, la camiseta rosa,
los pósters de anarquía y revolución,
Natalie Portman y una metralleta,
Skrillex y dos lesbianas follando en una cama 80x180,
te salvaran de morir jodida y en un hospital.
Whispers in the nightI am a pianist in the shadows of mist and cold air.
Come to me, lost hearts, and drink my soul from the smooth leaves of sweet music.
Plunge into ecstasy from the cliffs of reason and sink into in my realm of dreams.
Savor the soft kisses of my pianissimo as I whisper my secrets closely into your ears.
Drink in the thirst quenching scales as I run down my fingers across your spine.
Feel the breath of my pedaling on the surface of your smooth skin as our legs intertwine.
Cringe in terror as I grab your heart with my thunderous chords.
Enter through the doors of perception and breathe in my desires.
Embrace them and carry to my grave your sighs of joy.
Lets smile and awaken from the abyss to the melody of our love.
Irregularities in Mind (Poetry/Monologue)I look and I crow and I smile and I glare,
And I know things of circles,
And I know things of squares.
But when my mind ventures and takes to the other side
Then I can’t help but wonder
If it were better had I died
When the innocence came thriving
In torrents down silken cheeks,
That I might have been taken
When I was but a few weeks.
Maybe then would my darkness
Have so eagerly disappeared
But then I can’t help but wonder
What other monsters I might’ve feared
But the scary man below my bed
And my inability to have ever said,
‘Daddy, I don’t need you anymore’ and
‘Mummy, you can leave’ because
I was so desperate for some love
Instead of damned reasons to this creed
And how I wish that I’d show grace
Instead of whine and pathetically plead
For what I’ll never actually achieve.
I make people proud and divert the gun,
But that is all I have hardly done-
That boredom’s given way to psychotic craze,
To the shifting of eyelids
CuddlingOne of the best feelings in the world
The joys of having your arm around you girl
Just being with the person that makes you happy
That one person The makes you forget your troubles
And just smile
Looking in to her eyes
thinking she is a keeper
Carlitos - Homenaje a LovecraftSe me acercan con ese reptar que al fin se me hace familiar. Cuando rozan el cuerpo de Marie, sus vísceras mordidas caen y grita. El laboratorio ha cambiado mucho, le doy una mirada distante antes de que lleguen a mí.
“Carlitos” se acerca primero, supongo que será por la familiaridad. Gracias a él tuve mi nominación al nobel y me creí Dios, sabiendo que los dioses son muy inferiores a los seres que me abrieron la mente a ese conocimiento que me hizo lo que soy.
No hay nada en ese cuerpo lleno de tentáculos, que me haga pensar en lo que Carlitos fue originalmente. Uno de los que los acompañan aún parece un conejo, otro aún me recuerda a un oso. Carlitos no, su transformación es casi completa. Supongo que me mira antes de alcanzarme la jeringa. Emite un chillido y lloro agradecido cuando algo estalla en mis ojos cuando recibo la información en mi mente. ¡Sus dioses me aceptaron! Me acept
And lo! That we know that the pain won't go!We live in pain untill the day we die
From our mother's cry
To our children's cry
Is there anyone who thinks it not so?
For lo, that we know that the pain won't go!
And it won't quit, till in our graves we sit,
And the ground-bugs hit, and are away with it
So don't fret dear child, you've felt nothing yet!
And I can bet that with futures threat you'll near those tears to shed over peers
So don't go drying them up just yet!
AdversityIf it wasn’t for the fires of trial and the hammers of difficulty then how could our will be as strong as steel.
SoundsLittle feet dancing around in my head,
Stomp, stomp, stomp, a parade is lead.
The little feet parade down to my eyes,
across my nose and down to surprise!
I hear them stomping in my ears,
Stomping, stamping, and little cheers.
Cheers of joy, cheers "Oh, fun!"
Little feet cheers for everyone.
The little feet stomp, having so much fun,
but then the little feet start to run.
Tippers, tappers, tipper, tap!
Thud, thud, thud, and slap, slap, slap!
The little feet running through my head,
Why are they running? What has been said?
Little feet giggle, little feet prance,
then again, they start to dance.
Dancing in a forest of hair,
peeking here and booing there.
I love the feet that dance in my mind.
Sweet little feet that are loving and kind.
Men in blue jackets try to take them away.
Make little feet run and in fear they stay.
"Little feet hide in the back of my mind!",
I tell them "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine."
They cannot see the little feet sliding,
in the back of my mind that they are hi
SecretsThey meet in the dark of night-
when all with-in the surrounding homes,
were fast asleep.
They hold secrets-
each of them-
for what they do is
in it's self-
With-in her heart-
secret yearnings betray each other-
one drawing her deeper-
the other holding her back.
She looks into his eyes-
and knows that,
has his own secrets-
not ready to be shared.
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