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.
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
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 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
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
Die deutsche Passion english translationDie deutsche Passion english translation3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by Uwe Lammler
We live in tribes, where strife and envy
From the edge of history cries out for fratricide
We dream in forests with dense foliage,
In the fog and below the silence of the Rauhnacht,
We reign in legends, sung from far away,
Noone penetrates in the glow of our Sun Fire
And lately became a name our taint and reward
But even our becoming was always passion.
The wall of the Romans cut through our land,
The West and the South supported the enemy
And bought from outside with good profit
Amber and various household items made of tin,
But even the tamed in the Roman state,
Thought about renunciation and vile treachery,
Wakes up in the Cherusci the old teutonic spirit,
Varus will become the victim of the German passion.
Who doesn´t avoid horror, should be warned,
Death won´t be longer a suffering, the death will be passion,
Who stays close to the source, who gives birth to life,
Laughs at the fools who adorn shamefully themselves,
Barbar, which was meant a
A Writer Like GodI could understand how hard it would be to be God.A Writer Like God3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Hard, what do you mean? Power supreme, the ability to do anything. What could be hard about that?
You're thinking about it all wrong. Rather than think about what you can do, think about what you have to do. God has to start from scratch, make every little detail. The infinity of things he has at his disposal are really just an infinite number of decisions he has to make. In a lot of ways writers are like God...
Oh, you're just saying that to be clever.
No, hear me out. Imagine this moment was just a scene in a book. For us this coffee table exists, but for the reader it doesn't until it's mentioned by the writer. He has the responsibility for every scratch of furniture in my apartment, to address it for everything it's worth. You and I just take it for granted, and so will the reader unless the writer upholds his end of the bargain.
I don't like it. Comparing a writer to God is a little
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
4.27: SophiaWhy is it all my weary days are spent4.27: Sophia3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In turning cowslips into rays of sun
And floating over blades of grass, unbent
And drawing four conclusions out of one?
No mercy hath the stone and wooden fence
All rimmed with perfect glass which holds the sound
Of freedom outside. Dominating sense
Will pin imagination to the ground.
Forbear. The time will come when wind and rain
Will wash away the mud and dust of youth.
To cling to hope which calls aloud again
Is to rely on dust to hasten truth.
I turn my days of sunlight scattered over
And know the truth comes soon to wisdom's lover.
I Take That PersonallyWhen they tell me they can't handleI Take That Personally3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the way I refuse
to down a beer
just because someone says I should--
It's fine, I'm not mad.
I'm cool with that.
When they don't like the things
the kale and reggae and shoujo manga
the "wierd" things, they say--
I'm cool, It's fine.
I'm not mad.
But when they tell the man
he's going to hell
because he's donating sperm
to the woman who
wants to have a child
and raise her
with another woman--
I take that personally.
But when they laugh and
jeer at the girl
whose photos are all over the
because some drunk fool thought
they'd take a picture of her
getting out of the shower--
I take that personally.
And when they stare down
the grumpy old man
because he said
then they turn to their friend
and call them the Same. Freaking. Thing--
I take that hypocritical sh*t personally.
we're all human
we're all connected
and if they're going to laugh at the exposed
and scoff at the loving
and punish the naïve when they're
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.
Furhater ownageHello thereFurhater ownage5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Here is the Furry Zorro
I am just a man who finds amazingly funny how you fail at argumenting against furries, as every argument you use can be destroyed and sent to the trash in less than 5 seconds.
I bet that you're already thinking "Oh no another dumb furry who is going to be like ' U SUCK U FUCKING DICK I WILL BE TEH PWNT0Z0R" etc...
Well you are wrong partially.
First of all, yes I am a furry and no I won't do that. I am not as stupid as you are apparently, since I'm able to make something well structured and argument with valid ideas and opinions - which is something you failed at doing.
I will use as counter-argumentation the page you published on the website, entitled "What are furries".
Firsto f all you say " A furry is an individual who takes an enjoyment of human-like, or "anthropomorphic" animals too far. " We furries do enjoy anthromorphic animals but too far no. Do we live in packs? Do we hunt animals? Do we raise pups? No every time.
"The basis of the furry f
Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
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.
Newspaper SuitI am a charlatanNewspaper Suit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
peddling fraudulent wares
but nobody else can see
where adhesive didn't stick.
And you'd think the paper trail
from the newspaper suit
would give it away
but the pictures keep smiling
while underneath gangrene begins
and happy happy faces
mask the smell
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
Stay With MeStay With Me7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I am, I crawl, I creep, I hide. Shallow puddle to distort my traits, in wraith's robes I cover what was given but unwanted. Bewitched, enraged, I crawl in Mother Despair's arms...here my tears may fall, my moans unleashed to liberate my soul...with trembling fingers run across my head I wake and go to sleep, oh, tormented sleep, betrayed by agony. I hate, I rage, I moan once more...
In everlasting nights I wander this abundant forest, lurking, spying, never seen by passers-by. So rare they are, that no precaution must I take. Every tree I've touched, every blade of grass I've felt beneath my feet. Ghastly visage to cast upon the moon's reflection in velvet pond...I ponder, and I wonder, my purpose comes from where? There is no light in my eyes. Only darkness. I have torn my flesh appart countless times, endless times, but still it grows.
Tormented. Thirst, hunger, desire unquenched. Betrayed. By whom?...The dark abyss lacked a jester
Of Love and Lightening BugsOf Love and Lightening Bugs4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mommy, I love you so bad
she whispers, with her arms wrapped tightly around me.
her cherub face looks up into mine-
springing auburn curls
and sparkling hazel eyes.
a nose sprinkled with kisses from the sun
the biggest smile you would never want to dim
shared especially with me.
Mommy, can I catch a lightening bug and keep it forever?
her words echo into the diminishing sunset.
I turn away while the words linger for a moment and then fade away
and the lightening bugs dance on the corn tops and stalks of wheat.
She flutters at my feet, much like them
difficult to capture and impossible to contain.
So confident she is, and wistful am I,
I hate to disappoint her, but say anyway-
I'm sorry, little one. Lightening bugs can't live forever.
Honey and the BeeHoney and the Bee4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My back against the tree,
as I sit here and watch,
and the Bee.
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
Bronze JohnBronze John3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's fever season
and the city shutters
its walls and streets,
closes up shops
and drops an awning
over the river.
Pontchartrain is clogged
with yellow flies again
and the soft warning
of women's skirts
disturbs the dust.
Breathing does no good here -
the lungs still sag
in the heat
and skin is soon pocked
by travelers in the dark.
Each brick shifts and protests,
wondering what is wrong
and why no one
is growing old.
Only the doctor moves,
stepping on cracks
like a criminal
in search of miracles
DreamDreamDream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had a dream I walked through a field.
I was hot and cold and sad and bold.
The field was green the sky was blue,
and then I saw you.
the flowers blowing with your hair.
A smile upon our faces.
Felt your warm embraces.
Trapped between to worlds.
Sad and happy.