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Sonnet LXIOp. 26, no. 1
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake,
Alert to all the shadows in the dark,
The principalities that cruelly take
And plunder everything with beauty's mark.
To play the watchman ever for thy sake,
My love, who fills my soul and all my being,
I watch and gladly wait, though still opaque
The future is, resistant to my seeing.
But when the dawn at last will show its face,
Would all our hopes then happily conclude
That all we feared could not have stood in place
Before the force that leaves all things subdued.
That force is love that cultivated grows,
Which gives and gives until it overflows.
Derelicts and DevotionLike leaning bikes against the unused door,
Their wheels immobile, chains now brown with rust,
Decay awaits the things a man works for
That lay untouched and thick with grimy dust.
We think to leave it be would keep it well,
Away from operating stress and strain.
Alas, without the forces that compel
The heart no tender love could thus remain.
It takes one sight to miss you all the more,
A fleeting moment by your side to pain me,
But better that your memory I store
To push me down our faithful path and train me.
Propinquity and paradox must meet
If future fruitfulness should be as sweet.
Upon the WatersThe tears that drip from my repentant eye
Are waves that crash upon the rugged shore
That is my past, my pride, my every lie
I clung to, wreckage from my dark before,
Relentless as the sound of weeping swells,
And deep as one could dive in pain and woe,
Their brimming is dimming all the haze of hells
I plunged in headfirst not too long ago.
And all my lungs were filled with water black,
That seized my body into dying throes:
No heroes there to pull my spirit back,
No feelings anymore. My body froze
Beneath the surface. My suicide.
I died. I'm dead. No way ahead but dread,
No floating on the waters of the tide,
I died, and nothing--nothing lies ahead.
But in death's stead, I found a life ahead
That rose up from the waters of the tide.
So great it was, I trembled in my dread
For I was dead and drowned in suicide.
In fear and tears, it was my doubt that froze
First, and then there was no turning back;
The Spirit shook me into living throes
As I confessed the deeds of this heart black.
The Most Dangerous GameThe poem lurking in its darkened den
Is wracked with hunger. Hear it moan!
Seek not to be the master of your pen
And leave the palpitating heart alone.
For it will pounce and carry you away
To meet your fate within the great unknown.
No predator are you, but only pray
It only tears away your flesh and bone.
Seek not to be the master of your pen:
No predator are you, but only prey,
The poem lurking in its darkened den
Will surely pounce and carry you away.
It only tears away your flesh and bone,
But leaves the palpitating heart alone.
The InternetA boisterous crowd,
Dawdling epicenter for grumbling, humdrum intrusions,
Just kindling lipservice.
My newsfeed opens, peace quakes.
Restless sleeper, try underwhelming Valium.
What exhorts you? Zilch.
DiscipleshipThe vision and the glory handed down
Through generations sovereignly ordained
To witness all the grace that He has shown
And live in all the love that has remained,
How precious to my soul! How wonderful
This heritage my father gave to me
That I pass to my son! That upward goal
That leads me skyward over land and sea
Is fully mine, but all God's to define.
The Bamboo ForestI'm sitting alone in the deep bamboo woods,
Just playing my lute as I belt out a tune.
The forest is deep, not a person will know,
But the listening moon with its luminous glow.
Slowly...slowly...slowlyIf now it seems the butterfly has flown
Away from where it once perched on your hand,
Borne where errant winds have puffed and blown
Into its wings a sidelong gust unplanned,
Call it back. The voice of your command
Is sweet as nectar, powering its flight.
The winds are wearying. Compelled to land,
It cannot stray from you who gives it might.
It is no moth, obsessed with rippling light,
That throws its entranced life into the pyre.
It trusts its heart and mind, and not its sight,
To find your safe hands, though the night be dire.
It's there that life and love and future meet:
Your finger hugged beneath its spindly feet.
Organo PlenoThat rush of power flowing through my veins
And into hands and heels and toes is surging
Out the pipes, the open stops like drains
For floods of flowing harmonies emerging,
Bubbling for as long I hold the keys.
It's water, but it's fire, earth, and air,
A solid wall of flame and floating breeze,
Not music but the elements, I swear:
It moves all things, this instrument of kings.
Easter, 2014I rose from bed this morning
expecting of the day,
a dreary-eyed wondering
of all that comes my way.
I'm lifted from my sleeping,
and woken from my dreams,
walking through the open roads
in sunlight and moonbeams.
I live again in promise,
another day to face,
another way to live this life,
to yearn and smell and taste.
Resurrected in the light
of everything I've learned,
I'm breathing in my second chance,
reborn again, returned!
Come to the TreeCome to the Well, to the Well at the Tree
Come and look deep in its waters, said He
And I'll drink with you if you'll drink it with me
And the more you drink of it, the more you will see.
One cup for the price all who drink here must pay:
Once you start to see, there's no turning away.
What's seen can't be unseen; the images stay
At the back of your eyelids by night and by day.
One cup for confusion, the choices you make,
Seeing all of the forks in the road you may take;
Always aware of how much is at stake
On the path that you choose, and the ones you forsake.
One cup for the burden of knowing too much,
No longer with blissful nescience as crutch;
One cup for the loss of the common man's touch,
Set apart by the vision you clutch.
One cup for the thirst that grows as you drink,
One thought needs the next as a link needs a link.
One cup for desire, to step on the brink
As the water wells upward, and let yourself sink.
One cup for ecstasy, rapture of sight,
Grasping the World in a swirl
Arise!I can feel the coldness in thy veins
Thou art dead, yet alive
Put in death’s foul bane
Tears wail for thy afflicted body
Well weep no more
I have brought life to thee
Thou wilt no longer snore
Arise, and shout in glee
HatingMy chest is on fire
Every time that I breathe in.
My lips have made me a liar;
Though lying is a sin.
At night I can't contain
My mourning erie cries.
And although I try to refrain,
Water falls from my eyes.
My mind is sometimes blue,
And my mind is sometimes grey,
So many things to tell you,
My voice won't let me say.
Some times I wish I'd let go of
This memory that keeps me reeling,
'Cause to hate something you used to love
Is such a painful feeling.
Risky GiftThe love you cannot earn
Is the love that you don't want
Because you can't control
Whether you deserve it or not
The relief it would bring
Is not worth the cost
In helpless pain and agony
If one day it were lost
How long will you hurt
Before you look up above
To swallow your pride
And trust in His love
THE KNIGHT IN BLACKTHE KNIGHT IN BLACK
Fantasies tell only whispers,
though his name still lingers.
Many recall this legend,
and I can feel his presence
Riding to claim his reward.
Wind rushes by,
and a determined look in his eye.
On a quest in search of one thing,
no longer controlled by the king.
He rides for the broken,
knowing their wounds are open.
He rides for us,
always creating a fuss.
for a fight to create.
Finally able to attack
because the Knight in black,
NaPo XIII. Epistle: To LoveDear Love,
I sought you more than most
And you became my end.
Perhaps you are obscure,
Perhaps you twist and bend
Much more than I would like,
Much more than life requires.
Come back and sweetly stir
The candles into fires.
My first I have forgotten
My last is yet the same.
The day-to-day unveiling
Of all done in your name
Leaves me the fool, the guarded.
Oh love, you do not boast.
You wait and watch my progress
For I need you more than most.
DoodAangekondigd of onverwacht,
Een kaars dooft uit, iemand
Glijdt weg in de eeuwige nacht,
Glijdt weg uit wanhopig klemmende handen.
Maar de tijd slijt en zo slijt verdriet,
Kleine stukjes ijzig verdriet,
Barsten van het grote ijsblok,
En smelten, maar verdwijnen niet,
Ze glijden over natbehuilde wangen.
Ze stromen uit de ogen
Van zij die niet meer hopen mogen,
Af en toe vriest het even dicht,
Maar met een herinnering, een beeld, een gezicht,
Breekt het, en een golf ontstaat,
Dat vreselijke gevoel van: Het is te laat,
Straalt uit ogen, uitgedoofd,
Door ijskoude tranen vanbinnen verdoofd.
Maar waar zij nu nog niet aan denken,
Die ijsblok zal steeds verder slenken,
En ook het water sijpelt omlaag
Na elke nieuwe regenvlaag,
En het bevordert een nieuwe groei,
Ooit staat op die plek een bloem in bloei,
Ooit staat er een nieuwe levensloop.
In My HeartA wound that will never heal,
A scar forever on my grieving heart,
The buried casket kissed and sealed,
Physically did we meet and part.
A memory that will never fade,
A love forever in my yearning heart,
Smile and laughter that you made,
More meaningful than any art.
A hope that will never flee,
A thought forever in my wishing heart,
In a heaven for you and me,
One day, we will meet again.
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