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rally the warriors to seek our own salvation
ratchet rank
boiling tank
a seaping cauldron
a set out plank
down the hatch
through the doors
in spite of sanctum
we do endure
the love and lust
it comes with suffering
respute the feeling
transcend, report
on all or nothing
with wills and with worry
we seldom seek hurry
something draws me near
this door pressed to my ear
awoken, startled at the sight
reach out and finish
this battle ends the fight
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RE: A Letter for the Dependent
A man passed by a half-century since the age of the writing of this letter
A late-night reading
Among the darkness, hunched over an old oak desk
A letter for my former self (A reply to the letter for the dependent)
It has come to my attention that you are not fully aware of the words you speak. It seems to me that you should reflect upon them for a while longer, as I have done, until you preclude the indicitive characteristics to a cup of coffee which has been left to rest. Though I still agree with the importance of your aforementioned virtue, fortitude, I do believe I would add an addendum to this story.
It is this coffee (And I will assume you understand that may not be coffee, at all) that may lead you down wrong roads of bitter remorse. I should explain, of course, that it is not entirely the coffee's fault that you can proceed in the manner which you may very well have just now let come to be.
Nay, it is the fault of the bond you form with your brew. You choose not to acce
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promises laid to swamps
casting stones into the lake
faces unseen in the waters reflection
muck and haze, nothing is seen in the wreckage
looking to the sky to see the wake
nothing remains as one side sees not the other
staring too long, eyes burn
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frigid warmth
frigid warmth
as doors close and the light grows this chill evokes tingled skin
softly touched by warm hands, the truth of the past has only but sunk in
again we try to find the one--concilate one's needs--both biological and psychological
let the worst come and remain what may, seldom truth till death decay
lost for prophecy and debt to lose, float on a river bend, not the beginning
nor the end
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the past life of a time keep
the past life of a time keep
fixing clocks, ticking--tock
this gentlemen's agenda is one of simple obsession
the passing of time, life's disintegration is a game
aware of nothing, in past life from dust to sand--this little man
nothing changes except the time
when we blame him, we rarely find the truth
a truth so old it has a name
of the old, we will lament
until the day we all grow the same
the wise, the wiser
despise, i reprise here
little man knocking
knack--knock-knock
the tone slightly changes
as the world is impacted
so are our exchanges
when the time comes
we will refrain from this
until that day, our lesson changes
confusion in the chaos
expression lingers
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crossed paths of realization
dirty, filthy, and insane.
laughing, flirting, cut to chorus.
chain smoking to calm the nerves
chain smoking to calm the hurt
this life is not a mystery
these words are not a riddle
dirty, filthy, insane, laughing, flirting, refrain
another level they are told
it feels better about itself
as it crushes the living one's soul
and convinces itself that it's work is for the greater good
inflicting wounds
swipe the skin to let it go
inflicting wounds
improve the blood flow
dirty, filthy, and insane.
stupid, slutty, revolting and inane.
so we refrain
chain smoking to calm the nerves
chain smoking to calm the hurt
can't stand to watch.
stare into the abyss
and it stares back.
this beast is coming to eat a soul
this beast is coming to eat a soul
this whore is coming to kill them whole
friendship lost and all in vein
except virtues, beliefs, and history once shared
fooled oneself, but not again
not your friend--friends still have souls, would the friendless care to know.
a distance between real
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life's binds, i-iv
[[time]]
We are all slaves to our clocks
We wake for them,
We work through them, and
We do as they dictate.
MANDATED! Standardized! (victimized?)
I envisage a world with one less bind
I wish a world without clocks, calendars, birthdays and without new years.
Where the passage of time is voluntary;
Where death and rebirth are nonobligatory;
Where we wake from the dusk and we sleep to the dawn;
Where we choose our own destinies--our own dawns and our own dusks
I wish a world without deadlines, curfews, appointments, and without reservations.
We are all prisoners to our ancient rituals--we are obsessed with the pasage of this fundamental we call time
Time derives stress; Life integrates time.
Let me free of this bind!
I demand to live the life that I subscribe
Whoever thou be,
Whatever thoust means
I question the definition of these confines!
Let me live my life in a passage I choose to be mine.
[[body]]
We interface the world
The world accepts input
On an insignificant scale
Little by li
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life's binds, IV: the cycle
[no control--forced perception]
take on the top
build it up
lets go, or not
too tired to care
struggle for the choice
wiggle for the voice
let go and lose control
let go, abused soul
[confrontation--challenge thought]
strike me across the face
as you strike a pose
belittle my rational ways
so you can feel a little less pain
lost lives and learned lessons
forge the new light
countermanded and over plight
we see the scenes dimly glowing
they change the ways we think
we change;
[foresee--completion]
i foresee a future with no bounds
hiding from the world
a microscopic anomaly with which nobody is displeased
anamorphic and aeroponic
i can't seem to stay rooted with reality
this is the release, we escape
the cables are cut and these parts are unhinged
no binds, no restrictions, I'm alone in this scene
when humanity meets biology there's far less chemistry
and far beyond imagination we can part our seas
this is the beginning of an ending,
which, must be told, is endless.
nondescript the page
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life's binds, IVc
i forsee a future with no bounds
hiding from the world
a microscopic anomaly with which nobody is displeased
anamorphic and aeroponic
i can't seem to stay rooted with reality
this is the release, we escape
the cables are cut and these parts are unhinged
no binds, no restrictions, i'm alone in this scene
when humanity meets biology theres far less chemistry
and far beyond imagination we can part our seas
this is the beginning of an ending,
which, must be told, is endless.
nondescript the page is blank
life's binds are freed.
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life's binds IVb: confronted
strike me across the face
as you strike a pose
belittle my rational ways
so you can feel a little less pain
lost lives and learned lessons
forge the new light
countermanned and over plight
we see the scenes dimly glowing
they change the ways we think
we change;
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riffle
the world needs change
little by little, we do our parts
suddenly there's nothing in the middle
but these two stricken hearts
harbinger--the messenger:
sing the songs of this depressed dark gamma
redefine and replay the centuries
let go our modern ways
nothing left here to decay
lets tear the sky down, unpaint it blue
in colors of the world, we will construe
our trust, sans fears
this passion, shown in tears
a helping hand--this tide,
it comes in billows, the stones ablate
before we know it, it's getting late
with each crest the time is passing by
we ride the wake, what is our fate?
will we last? i'm here to stay
...shes ghastly afraid of the ocean
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life's binds, IVa: no control
take on the top
build it up
lets go, or not
too tired to care
struggle for the choice
wiggle for the voice
let go and lose control
let go, abused soul
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Life's Binds, III: Soul-Link
As time passes humans acquire strong ties to others
These ties limit our abilities to feel whole, to an extent
Little gaps form where things slip through
These links bind our minds to the past, the present, and, to complete the cliché, the future
Constantly reminding us that at the same time we are alone and never alone
Our bodies start to shiver when they're alone
Chicken and the egg perhaps, or maybe something deeper
Choices leave us wondering, consequences leave us wandering
Nothing is lost in the sin, while everything may be lost in one's soul
We understand little of our unconscious
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Life's Binds, II: Body
We interface the world
The world accepts input
On an insignificant scale
Little by little, degrading over time
These husks we live in
Little comes of life and death
The questions we must ask
The choices we must make
Proliferate or Decimate?
Anticipate or Expediate?
Little infinite finite expressions
Instigate future excursus litigious
Formed exactly like intended
Every life impending fatality
Revise revise despise
Disguise disguise reprise
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recusant metromaniac
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Current Residence: US
Favourite genre of music: electronic & industrial
Favourite style of art: New media
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for anyone interested, a couple years back I started a twitter for short poems. mostly forgot about it but I have posted a few there if you'd like to take a look: twitter.com/short_POEM

sorry for the lack of updates, life has been beyond busy these last few years. so much has changed. i may post photography from my travels in the coming months, but any written work I do is going to remain on that twitter page for a while.


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girlsquirrel Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2010  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy almost birthday!! :party:
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girlsquirrel Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2009  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hey hey hey! This is Tashi on a new Devart name. Figured it was time to revive the old thing. I'ma watch you now!
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Ice-Pandora Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
You want a print of my sushiblocks ;P ??
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TheseKrimzonFlames Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2008  Professional Writer
how in the world do you watch yourself??
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cleric0 Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2008
lol i've been here so long that i was able to do that before they fixed it... now i can't undo it haha
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*dies laughing*
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You have been featured in this article [link] :)
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cleric0 Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2008
Awesome!! Thank you so much :) I've been feeling a bit hidden from the whole of dA for far too long now lol
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You're welcome :)
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