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Philosopher, Literary Artist and Entertainer.

My Artistic Philosophies.

Truth is the essence of all art; to look deeper, beyond physical reality and expose the truth that is woven beneath the surface, its purpose.

It is also the purpose of art to not only tell us the truth of ourselves, but to provide an appreciation of all that we have.

Art has no survival value, but instead is one of those things, like friendship and love, which give value to survival. And so, art should never be turned to hate or despair, but should encourage and show an appreciation for those things which make life worth living.

Some Fun Stuff, Just 'Cause...

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What Element Fits You Best?
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What Is Your Anime Fighting Style?
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I'm an antisocial dark wizard, now bring me some coffee before I turn you into an axolotl :laughing:

Thank you for all faves, llamas, comments, critiques, point donations, features and anything else. They are all appreciated, and I'll probably thank you individually, but thought I'd put up a general thank you in the event I should overlook or miss anyone. :)

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If you comment and are featured, you must do this in your own journal.
Feature the tagger (me) in the no.1 spot.
Feature the first 9 people to comment, for a total of TEN (10) features.
Feature your favourite three (3) pieces of each person's work.
Share dA Love. :dalove:


:iconweirdandlovely: WeirdAndLovely Shades of WhiteNana's hands were like my Sunday best—
an ivory kerchief and a blue pocket square;
she used to knit me sweaters,
but the spaces between her knuckles
closed in and made her ache.
Her hands vibrated like the cell phones
she refused to use.
Dad said she was a hassle
and it was costing more to keep her alive
than it would to pay for a funeral-
but I couldn't bear to picture her
ivory skin against ebony caskets
so I hired myself to love her.
She sat at her vanity,
spine ramrod straight
from years of choir
and tight corsets,
and told me stories
of her schoolyard days
as I braided Mother of Pearl
and white feathers
through her hair.
she'd whisper,
her voice satin
as the pads of my fingers
stroked the folds
of her blouse,
"don't let the world change you.
Stay white--
promise me."
I promised her,
knowing part of me was already blemished
it'd break her heart to know
though I didn't regret the quenching of my curiosity.
I learned a lot darkening the white:
what I need, and what
  WarWhat the hell is this?
Darkness everywhere.
All I hear is cackles.
Malicious chanting
The rising of the undead.
What the hell is all this?
Where did the sunlight go?
The Care Bears and sprinkles,
Warmth that went deep to the soul,
Excitement-created tears
And a bright burning pride.
What the hell is all this?
The sunlight barricaded by dark-thirsty headaches
The warmth blasted out by venomous A/C
The excited squeals morphed into droning.
I'm stepping back,
And finding my own song to dance to, damnit.
  Black Felt TrickBeneath broken pens, convenience store
receipts, and a fine layer of neglect,
a black voodoo doll--legs bent beneath him--
studies the needle sticking out of his sternum,
the stitched scars on his skin, and wonders
what it is about love that turns humans violent.
A treacle haired boy grasps the doll
and draws it up from the inside of his mother's
cardboard box. With a grin the size of Alaska,
he pulls the needle out and presses it in again.
In come the shadows, out goes his innocence;
in come the shadows, out goes his innocence.
A teenage near-man wakes, leg suspended
In a near florescent white room
Studying the bandages enveloping his sternum
Hiding the crimson flood underneath.
And he contemplates how love turns violent.
  What Is SweetSweet is
Chocolate melting on your tongue
But it's also getting
Exactly what you want for Christmas.
Sweet is
Home when you feel lost
And a hug
From a long lost friend
Sweet is
An exclamation found on
Elementary school playgrounds
When it has rained and the worms are out.
Sweet is
Rare moments of brilliance
Found in some place unexpected,
Wisdom that stays with you.
Sweet is
Laughter of the genuine sort
An audible sign of a good time,
Good family, friends and fun.
Sweet is
Officially dating someone, publicly
Not having to hide anymore
And a massive weight off shoulders.
Sweet is
Tarts, and other baked goodies
Enticing an entire family
To come together into one room.
Sweet is
Telling stories of loved ones (or for them)
Reminding people of the past,
It's values, humor and lessons.
Sweet is
Egotistically, this poem.
  ComeIt's a good thing you didn't.


:iconnightshade-keyblade: nightshade-keyblade Love-struck PugilistEvery fool in the game knows the rules of the fight
Put them up, do your best or go hungry tonight.
Take some hits, throw a punch, do as best as you're able
Win this bout and go home with some food on the table.
From the day I left school to the day I drop dead
I've broken every bone just to earn my bread.
It hurts to starve but when push comes to shove
Nothing hurts worse than the hunger for love.
Every day, my heart hurts
And by night, it gets worse
I remember the day you gave me your smile
And for once, life feels right, if only for a while.
My opponent's blow puts me back in my place,
It's my own fault, dreaming of your face.
The ring has no patience for dreamers and fools,
But you'll save your skin if you play by the rules
Keep my head in the game, the fight is not done
The bell's just went off and it's time for round one!
I lie in bed dreaming, of getting my chance
Daring to dream of the truest romance. 
My hardest fight has yet to start,
But I'll know that I've won when I'v
  In Her EmbraceThe room is dim, but soft is candlelight.
So soon outmatched by her inner radiance.
For the glow in her soul exiles the shadows
And brightens the opaque path of night.
She is truly the light on the darker side of me,
The ghosts and demons of my nightmares
Lay vanquished by her smile
In her embrace, I surrender.
Her whispering breath speaks of serenity
And in her eyes, I can see eternity.
There is a sense of belonging in her embrace,
And those three oft-repeated words are abridged in one kiss.
The faintest feeling is felt at first sight
Only to fade in a heartbeat
But the feeling can come back, and before you realise it
You cannot go back...and never want to.
  DulcineeChère Dulcinée, ma bien-aimée
Une dame si noble que j'ai jamais rencontré.
Pourtant je ne peux imaginer,
Une autre qui m'a tellement inspiré!
Ainsi, je me sens si perturbé
L'amour, es-tu une verité ou juste une belle idée?


:iconmoleboi: Moleboi W2: D4: Favourite DrinkMany of you will probably already know but I am an avid tea drinker. It is my preferred beverage above all others, even on a night out I will quite happily sit and enjoy a good strong cuppa whilst everyone else around me is gulping down wine, vodka, lager or whatever tipple they enjoy.
At home I have a cupboard purely devoted to this spectacular drink. Box upon box of the stuff in a full range of blends including the succulent Lady Grey with her citrus undertones, the delicate, feminine and floral Chelsea Blend, the masculine and peppery Mumbai Chai and from tomorrow Margaret’s Hope First Flush Darjeeling now my purveyor has just had its latest shipment brought in.
Recently I discovered that not only does tea make for an amazing form of liquid refreshment but it can also make some exquisite cakes. Just the other day I baked a batch of Spiced Imperial flavoured cupcakes topped with an apple and mango flavoured icing (the icing was flavoured using a cold cup of apple and mango infu
 Oxford From High by Moleboi  Ever-changing WeatherSun shines overhead
happiness spreads down below
all is well and good.
Alas fate's wheel turns
what goes up soon falls back down
happiness short lived
Up high grey clouds creep
misery seeps through the crowds
once more heads are bowed








*Featuring 5 pieces for tagger as 2 of my first choices are collaborations
  • Mood: dA Love
  • Listening to: Under the Bridge - RHCP
  • Reading: Deviations
  • Watching: nothing
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: Screwdriver with ice

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saltwaterlungs Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
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AyeAye12 Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Student Writer
Thanks for the :timeflies: ! :tophateager: 
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nightshade-keyblade Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
:iconmultifaveplz:, brother!
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Killuanatsume Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2014
Hey it's been a while^^
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19andMugsy Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the watch! 
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Thanks for the fave :D
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writingbubble Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2014
and thanks for the fave/add as well! :huggle:
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Phantomtigers Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for watching ahaha I SWEAR I saw some of your poems before and followed, I guess I forgot to :P
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Thank you for all the favorites~~!! :)
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