So I Shall Stand Here and Watch...So I Shall Stand Here and Watch...3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
From here I shall stand and look down on the world. I shall watch as the leaders of great nations look for ways to fill the void. I shall watch as they lead their followers down the road that can end only in ruin.
One day they will all realize that the void can only be filled by God. Only God can lead them down the appropriate road.
So I shall stand here, looking on as the world leads itself toward its own destruction. And I will pray for them.
Love God Yet Hate His Followers?(1/13/2013)Love God Yet Hate His Followers?2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I've been seeing this statement going around from non-Christians as well as people who claim to be Christian. And it's especially troubling coming from people who claim to be Christian. So here I've decided to write about it.
Is it really possible to "love God yet hate His followers" (or other people for that matter)? Can you be a Christian and hate other people, including other Christians?
The short answer is NO.
And no, this is not an opinion. Any person who claims to be Christian ought to know what the two greatest commandments are:
One of the teachers of the law came and heard them debating. Noticing that Jesus had given them a good answer, he asked him, "Of all the commandments, which is the most important?"
"The most important one," answered Jesus, "is this: 'Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul
Is Liking Dragons unChristian?In other words, can a Christian morally have a love for dragons? The logic behind the question is that dragons by Biblical standards seem to be evil creatures. Therefore it should be incompatible to follow Jesus Christ and love dragons at the same time, right? This is what I've been accused of many times, being a firm holder to Truth yet having a soft spot for dragons. I would like to answer in detail these accusations, thus the reason for this article.Is Liking Dragons unChristian?5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Let us look at dragons from every angle, starting with what The Sacred Scriptures say. In The Holy Bible the Hebrew word used for dragon(s) is 'tanniyn' and shows up 29 times in The Old Testament. But, do note that dragons are not always referred to under that word in Scripture, so the count is higher. I've divided these verses up into groups, mainly general and specific cases.
**Dragons in general
--in The Bible we see that dragons are often used by God as curses. Examples are the Babylonian Empire (Isaiah 1
The Wolf and the DogDoes the wild wolf envy the common dog?The Wolf and the Dog5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For it is true that the dog is leashed,
And that his reign is met with an iron fence,
While the wolf's domain is an endless spread.
Yet as the night sinks into murky blue,
And the cold descends in ribbons,
The wolf in strife through toils might
Lies hungry in his den.
And the dog in slumber at master's feet,
His body warm and his belly full,
With dreams so peaceful at his dispense
Lies cozy in his bed.
For a dog unleashed is a mangy threat,
Shot through the skull or smashed on the ground,
Or torn in shreds by the wild wolf,
So in safety sleeps the dog.
While the wolf stalks, he is stalked.
The price of freedom to be gained,
Enslaved to hunger, leashed by fear,
Lamenting alone to the moon.
I do believe that freedom aches
Much more than a loving hand.
However hard the wolf shall strive,
His ache will never be satisfied.
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
The God ManI. THE GOD MAN ARRIVESThe God Man3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my dreams, there was still a god man.
He still visited my father's house.
My father still had a house.
Bricks lay in the backyard, tumbledown. Unthrown.
Becoming dust, dissolving
without breaking, without cracking pain. Quietly,
in the presence of tumblegrass
or swayweeds. Windows glowed like new mothers,
pressed white palms to clear glass
and dreamed of marble kitchen counters. Mouths damask rose,
pink and open as a six-year-old. They had not yet
chewed nails. Didn't realize
they had swallowed a mesa
when they were only children themselves.
Didn't realize the only children who would ever cry in them
would be cactus babies, prickle fingers,
all green flesh and water within.
In my dreams, the god man rapped knocks
on the window's wide eyes, and
on the wide-eyed portals, like a father
searching for faults. Knock now on my ribcage,
see what answers back at you. He rapped four time Fingers like weed roots.
Pulled up and limp white.
It was a day that
You do not need "God" to be Moral."If you don't believe in God, then why believe in morality?"You do not need "God" to be Moral.3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
This question was once asked by a stampmaker who has since deactivated their account here on deviantART. To this person, it seemed that morality was something that required faith. Faith, in the sense of the word that the religious use in reference to their relationship with their particular god, and not in the other sense that is used when someone speaks of trust or confidence in someone or something, based off of previous experiences.
I have always been of the opinion that we do not need god to be a good person. Some have asked me, where does the concept of good come from, but from God? It's an interesting and thought-provoking question. Where does the concept of good come from? Is it something that is learned? And if not learned, is it something that we are born with?
I feel that the solution to these questions can be found by viewing our behavior in the same wa
Breath and blood. (Tales of demon kisses...) ficBreath and bloodBreath and blood. (Tales of demon kisses...) fic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Just get me home," I mutter, trying to disguise my labored breathing. But I apparently I have the worst luck todayeven I can hear crackling and whistling wheezes in my voice. Doubtless it's even louder to him due to the superior hearing of my trained dog. Trained demon. Whatever.
My head hurts, and my lungs feel like a stretched balloon. No matter how deep I try to breath, it isn't enough. I can't bear to be held so closelyeven Sebastian's stronggentlearms feel like they're crushing my lungs. Restricting my breathing even more.
"Now, now, focus on something besides your discomfort, little master," Sebastian coaxes, effortlessly dodging the bullets of my customer's rival gang.
I, on the other hand, have endured a scraped knee and elbow from being forcibly shoved down to keep from being shot. Sometimes I think he's less than perfect on purpose. Only with me of course.
"Just think of all the information you got tonight," he says, his tone s
40. Dragonsdragon [drag-uhn]40. Dragons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1.) a mythical creature generally represented as a huge, winged reptile with a crested head, enormous claws and teeth and usually spouting fire.
3.) a fierce, violent person.
I am the dragon, viewed as evil by all. I have no feelings. I'm a fearsome beast, horribly vicious and bloodthirsty.
All one must do to be a hero is to slay me and save the princess.
I hoard treasure. I am a villain. The bad guy.
But what if the princess
Grew tired of her parents that never understood
Why she got upset when they insisted she marry a prince
(Who could never really love her, not properly)
And came to me with tears in her eyes?
What if I had compassion on her
I'll build you a tower.
I can protect you from bothering princes and mean grandmothers and kings and queens
And you can see the stars out your window
You will always be with me
And you will be safe.
Decay of Animation: Don BluthDecay of Animation: Don BluthDecay of Animation: Don Bluth5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Don Bluth, who hasn't seen his films growing up? I know I did. "The Secret of N.I.M.H.", "An American Tail", "The Land Before Time", and "All Dogs Go To Heaven". These films were a part of my childhood and I am sure many others. They all had one thing in common, a creator, and that man was named Don Bluth. To give you a brief run down is simple, Bluth was a former animator at Disney. In fact he helped animate some of the more classic films such as "The Fox and the Hound" and earlier works like "Pete's Dragon". But eventually he grew dissatisfied with the condition of the company after Walt Disney's death, that he left and started his own animation studio. During the eighties he was pretty much an animation powerhouse. The four films above were loved and were generally very powerful emotionally. Nightmare fuel seemed to be a staple of all of Mr. Bluth's films.
However that changed during the era known as the nineties.
After All Dogs, Don c
PilgrimI'd been alone in the wastes for near ten days when they found me. The building I'd holed-up in might have been a bank, might have been a church; I wasn't going to call it. But its walls were stone-built, and most of them were still standing.Pilgrim2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meals of tinned mystery-meat, and only-slightly irradiated water had kept me alive as I picked through the detritus. I found little more than empty, rusted tins, and kid's toys that had survived the fallout. That is, until I turned up the device; some relic that still had power. It came alive in my hands, splashing blue light across pitted grey stone and orange rust.
Of course, I was far from the only one interested in that trinket. My first warning was the quake; stones shifted beneath my feet and rusting I-beams groaned overhead. Still, that was more warning than most got, and I wasn't about to waste it. I grabbed my pack and ran.
I burst out of the shaking building, arriving at a cratered street. I didn't stop; the quake was hot on my heels. An
Late Night Texts 2D: I feel manly.Late Night Texts 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: Not again.
D: I feel really manly.
S: Last time you felt really manly I ended up with a broken nose.
D: Because you aren't manly.
S: You're seriously going to go through this again?
D: I'm manly, Sam. I don't go through anything.
D: I barrel through it at high force.
D: Quiet, Sam! My manly senses are tingling.
S: Dude, you're texting me. You can't actually hear this.
D: STFU. You're feminism is screwing with my manliness.
S: FWD: (audio message enclosed)- with love, Castiel
S: And how does that make Your Manliness feel?
D: Like someone else was screwing with my manliness. I emerged from that battle victorious, just as I shall emerge from this one.
S: Battle?...Dean, what the hell are you doing?
D: Being manly.
S: Dean, stop it. Seriously, what are you doing?
D: I'm being manly, Sam. Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?
S: If you don't answer me, I'm going to set that clip as Bobby's ringtone. Bet he'd love that.
D: FWD: (pic
MonstersMonsters3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As a kid we fear darkness
Fear the monsters that hide from us
The monsters that are cruel and heartless
Making our minds slowly become a mess
As a kid we hide from the things that frighten us
Yet we set out to find them that we must confess
That's when we find out the monsters are not real
A world without monsters, wouldn't that be ideal?
As we grow we start to fear the dark less
Sometimes we still fear the dark
That's something to which we must confess
And sometimes the dark creates in us a spark
We don't know why, and that sometimes gives us stress
When we get older and get mature,
We discover a horrible truth.
We stop looking for the monsters,
Because we have discovered they are us.
+Sol and Luna - BL+Long ago, when the oldest of stars were young themselves, there was a young boy. Every moment that this boy lived, he lived in lonely solitude.+Sol and Luna - BL+8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, this young boy grew weary of being alone, with nothing but the silence of eternity to keep him company.
I dont want to be alone anymore, The young boy said to himself. I want a friend.
Not long after, the young boy decided to take action and make himself make a friend. From the innocence of his uncorrupted soul and the light of nearby stars, he created a being of divine beauty and magnificence that matched his own. His tanned body was made from the fires of passion and kindness, and his hair was made of starlight itself, falling in long curls that bounced against his small shoulders.
Youre my friend now, the young boy said to his newly created being. You will keep me company. Oh, but you need a name, dont you? Then from this moment on, you shall be know
A Ceiling Bas-relief (the Fontaine House)1.1850. To typhus, the only boyA Ceiling Bas-relief (the Fontaine House)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a tinsmith, lost. Off to the side
of the mourning, swinging its
neck, the child's pet swan rejects
food, follows its small master.
The smith resumes work. Borne
by river Natchez to Memphis,
across years he labors, ornamenting
the homes of the wealthy.
In 1870, to this house, comes...
2.Atop a scaffold, face uplifted,
Kneeling. He applies
A thin base. An oval frame
Molds. Hands floating,
The curved outline of wings
Forms, feather by feather
Details. Now, between the wings,
Eyes, a delicate nose--
Stare: the smith's hands
long since air,
Lively, this face with his jaw.
RiptideRiptide3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This one is too important
So don't you dare wake me, please
I need to see it to the end, it's urgent
Because dreams like these mean the world to me
Frantically regretting real life
You should have never opened my eyes
You're a boulder, plunging into a still pond
Once so calm and peaceful
Your disturbing ripples seem to last eons
Now so rapid and unstable
Crashing into paradise
You wrecked it when you arrived
It's like a mystery that was almost solved
But the chance was taken away
It's like a happy memory turned to a loss
Because your presence got in the way
A perfect opportunity slipped
You're the one that ruined it
You're a twister, blowing around the decayed leaves
Which should lie unmoving
You need to learn how to just let the dead sleep
But your actions remain opposing
I'm caught in your vortex
You're the one that wrought this
The thought, I almost understood the meaning
So, so, so clearly
The images, I could have grasped the feeling
kinetic lustkinetic lust11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Honest drops of Tuesday night
(what few there were)
drained into electric puddles
of coffee and midnight.
Mournful whistles of
. (and coffee pots)
rang teasingly between the walls,
dancing in their own
of lust and touch.
All that humming in the thick
warmth of 12 o'something
was less than love
but more than just the coffee.
. (Black with one sugar. No milk. No exceptions.)
He was only 1.2 feet away from her
but in the barren wasteland of human wanting
he was a canyon and five full city streets
from touching her
Her polite laugh seemed to resound for centuries
through his high towers
of almost-did's and wanted-to's.
This man was
[sad to be losing the only thing he ever wanted more than his next breath. He lived with every mistake he ever made resting in a black shoebox under his empty bed filled with memories of 'her'. Lost in a constant kinesis of longing, hope, need, desire, regret and desperation. This kinetic sad can not go on for
AusHun- Making MusicAusHun- Making Music3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
AusHun- Making Music
Hungary could hear the beautiful melody coming from the piano echo throughout the grand estate of the personification of Austria. It permeated through each room, making the elegant aura of the home enhance tenfold. The maid of the Austrian smiled to herself hearing her crush play his beloved piano so beautifully and effortlessly. It made her wonder how he had gotten so musically gifted. Walking up the giant marble staircase, carefully balancing the tea tray she held in her hands, she headed towards Rodriech's music room. The delightful sound became louder as she got closer to the closed double doors that withheld the musical genius and his most loved instrument. Opening and closing the door behind her, as not to disturb nor scare the Austrian man whom she loved so dearly, she stood for a moment, listening and waiting until he finished.
Austria was so into the music, he did not hear Elizaveta come in and continued to play the beautiful piece. Concentrating, he made
The Selkie and the BlacksmithThe Selkie and the BlacksmithThe Selkie and the Blacksmith5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Chris Rosenbaum
Sit down, child, sit down by the fire. Oh ho ho, yes, I'm sorry, you hate being called "child," my girl. It is your twelfth birthday. I am so old now. I don't look it? Well, I am flattered. You see getting older doesn't mean you have to grow old. I am still strong, I can still swing a hammer or a sword if need be. I must give you your birthday present. Come, sit, I will tell you a story. One might call it a faerie tale...but that would imply it never really happened. Oh, this did. This did. It happened many years ago.
You've heard the tales of the selkies, child? Ah, not like this. You see, we know how the seal-folk are...in the sea, they are seals, lithe living bodies under the waves, happy and carefree. Sometimes they come onto land like
Shadow in the nightShadow in the night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear you creep,
I hear you sneak.
Footsteps behind me!
A shadow sweeps across the empty lot.
My heart beats franticly in my chest,
As I quicken my pace.
The fear takes over,
As a twig snaps!
Just a bump in the night I tell myself.
But I know better.
I feel his eyes on me!
His gaze of death.
His skin as ice,
The grin of a madman!
I have encountered this monster before.
Not even human enough to be a man.
His eyes like flamed daggers!
Digging into my flesh!
A scream escapes my lips,
As I meet his gaze.
My skin crawls,
And I become ice cold,
As he draws closer.
I cannot think! I cannot move!
The end has come,
The end of hope.
The end of dreams,
The end of life.
Innocence has lost once more,
I think as darkness surrounds me.
darking...darking...darking...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
darking in the rain, darking alone,
dancing with a corpses bone
darking is the witches dance
darking, entering a trance
a witch in the graveyard, darking
is like a child on the street walking
darking is the blackest art
darking is the life's best part
darking in the dark, darking all the time
darking, and not committing a crime
darking is freedom, darking is pure
darking is the world's only cure...
What I learned from Zelda1. While it may seem like fun to go into people's houses and break their stuff, this is in fact wrong and you may be forced to pay compensation for it.What I learned from Zelda3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. The fairies may give you a second chance at life- or four.
3. You can get drunk on milk.
4. When you find something suspicious, blow it up.
5. Don't worry about falling from cliffs; you'll just respawn where you started.
6. Postmen are very reliable and dedicated public servants.
7. Averting the apocalypse is as simple as playing a few notes.
8. Translation books may just save your life one day.
9. Sometimes, goats just need to be petted.
10. Do not attack chickens. Ever.
11. Don't be discouraged from trying even if there are bigger fish in the pond.
12. Be careful to never get lost in a forest.
13. When sailing, be sure to leap over any hazards you may come across.
14. One man's trifle is another's treasure.
15. Don't play Whack-A-Mole with dragons.
16. Masks can bring either a blessing or curse- more likely the latter.
17. A visit
The One Where The Cake IgnitesThe One Where The Cake Ignites10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Phoebe is in Central Perk with Ross.
Ross is writing a poem to Rachel,
unlikely as this may seem. Phoebe
listens to him recite it, then Chandler
walks in on the last few lines: "And Joey
is a noey like Hannukah with Monica,
so you see, you're left with me." "Monica
and Hannukah?" says Chandler. "Gee, Ross,
I thought you quit poetry." (Titles) Joey,
elsewhere, is cooking with Rachel.
They're baking a birthday cake for Chandler.
Joey's idea. They're counting on Phoebe
to keep him stalled. So, naturally, Phoebe
tells Chandler to write a poem for Monica.
"It's Phoebe's poetry workshop!" Chandler
relents, but writes four lines for Ross:
"Oh Ross/So cross/Becoss/Of Rachel."
Monica arrives in the flat to find Joey
and Rachel cooking. She screams. Joey
belts her - she falls unconscious. Phoebe
senses violence, contacts Rachel
psychically. "Something just happened to Monica!"
Chandler's ode has riled Ross.
He demands satisfaction from Chandler,
produces two pistols, whereupon Chandler