Devil WithinA cool wind floats on a heartfelt whisper
The calm wind it brings will make you sigh
Finding you've grown to lonely to treasure the little things
As you're drawn into a void of darkest despair
Deep within the shadows of your heart
Your candle flickers weakly
Feebly trying to burn without warmth or life
To sacrifice contentment is the lesser of two evils
Between happiness and oblivion is where I choose to settle
Even as it tries to corrupt with filthy talons of doubt
Only a dwindling spark of optimism keeps the candle alight
That deceiving demon that has many faces
Unable to cope with my blatant refusal to surrender
The light, my goddess, the wraiths of hope
Gently healing the hurts upon my soul
I can't escape the devil within
But with each victory gleaned by comrades in arms
I find my candle burns even brighter
©A. DeMario 2012
Devious Journal Entryok all ive been saying it fer a while now but i finally made plans. im driving across country from california to georgia in october. i plan on stopping to visit people in both directions. ive never done a road trip like this before. so im looking for so advice as well as if anyone here wants to meet me shoot me a note an ill see if i can work you into the rout. im visiting my sister but it would be a waste of a trip if thats all i do then id be better off flying. i may go as far north as rhode island depending on the weather. im open for suggestions on stops. if there is someplace along the way that you would recomend like national parks or anything else worth visiting.Devious Journal Entry in Personal More Like This
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HumanHuman: Does life have a purpose?Human in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
No.. Life has no purpose. It is only what you make it to be, and the events that happen.
Human: But! I need a purpose! How can I go on with out something to live for!?
Then give it a purpose. Find something to live for. Doctors, mothers,lovers.. They do it every day. Conciously or not.
Human: ... I hate doctors, my mother is dead, and I don't even have a lover! I am.. Alone. I have nothing to live for, and still no purpose.
Heh... Foolish man. Foolish you are.
Human: What?! How am 'I' Foolish? I am not stupid!
Human: Hey! .. I'm talking to you! Answer me!
Human: I said answer me! Answer me now!
Human: WHY WONT YOU ANSWER ME!?
Whisper in the valleyWhisperWhisper in the valley in Free Verse More Like This
in the valley -
ever heard -
on the wind
in the trees -
all its own -
A sweet hymn
Thoughts and LoveHold me against youThoughts and Love in Free Verse More Like This
where excitement has never reached.
I hurt there too -
where love touches
and presses us together,
closer to the center
of all sounds.
I will find more
than lost evenings
and felt flowers.
I promise my life
if I can find more
than your warm hand
ready to catch my tears.
what tastes of love,
painfully searching like I am
a potion for peace.
NaturalTo man's natural position -Natural in Free Verse More Like This
I imagined it
spread in tall grass,
level with things the earth gives
below things of the sky and heaven.
Civilized man, great lawmaker -
why do you feel comfort
in the coolness of plantlife,
cushions of greenery
against your skin?
to love the earth that much
and never to praise your gods for it!
I walked the seashore at night
between shattered glass
and broken, trampled seahomes.
Stones cut into my feet,
small sharp stones
because there were no soft spots
left in the sand.
Had I walked too far
for my friends to reach me?
The tide came up
and washed my feet,
roaring and frightening all at once
like a sudden favor
I could not understand.
It bathed my wounds.
O Creator, I can not see your face-
who made lightning strike
and confused men pray,
who can not be grateful
for small miracles.
A EULOGYMy love from whence the moon and stars did shine,A EULOGY in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who’s lips were blushed as red as any wine;
Your last of breath came at the stroke of nine…
Such beauty that beguiled the hearts of men,
O God if I could talk with her again;
Or smell the perfume from her silken skin…
Dear lord there is no bringing back my smile,
For at the stroke of nine she was defiled;
Come let us weep the tears of mercy mild…
Where do I go from here, I do not know,
The embers of my heart no longer glow;
And winds that used to sing, no longer blow…
That stroke of nine I cannot seem to shake,
A nightmare whence I know I’ll never wake;
Even in death, your love I won’t forsake…
I trust in you, my lord, to set me free,
She was my life, as you can plainly see;
My love that was the better part of me…
Dear God, will you not offer me a sign?
I hope in death to join my valentine,
And may it end upon the stroke of nine...