A ConversationA Conversation*knock, knock*“Hello? Oh Inkedicon! How've you been?”*Standing awkwardly.*“Hey Universe. I just stopped by to apologize. I wont stay long.”*Ushering in his anxious friend.*“Apologize for what? Want something to drink? I have that soda you like.”*Taking a seat on an asteroid.*“Water would be fine thanks.”*Scooping up some ice water from Neptune.*“Anyway, apologize for what? You didn't do anything.”*Staring at emptiness.*“That's my point. I didn't do anything. And those inaction's are what I'm apologizing for. I haven't solved any major world problems. Haven't saved any lives. Especially any that I really care about. Discovered anything. Created anything. Believe in anything. Nothing. I'm Nothing.”*Handing Inkedicon a glass of space cold water.*“Ah. A variation of the “why am I here?” question. Got yah. Look, no one knows why they exist. They just do. Isn
OneTwo bodies.Two minds.Shared dreams,In kind.Two hearts.Two souls.Shared thoughts,One goal.
An Epiphany The human life is a strange experience. We all have ideals we set for ourselves, things we hate (but are sometimes content with) about ourselves, a lot of contradicting emotions and a supercomputer in our heads we don't understand. I don't know why, maybe a survival trait, but we also make snap judgements, strong opinions and categories about people and things without little thought. Handy survival trait (that's dangerous! She's good for fun but not much else) but not so good in some social environments or said aloud. As a matter of fact some of you are making assumptions about this message. Well stop, this isn't about you. It's about me.Saturday we had a lot to to; docs office for blood work, farmers market, groceries, mowing the lawn, general house maintenance and taking my Mom out for her birthday. So, as usual, I had it all planned out. Even allowing for "interruptions and schedule changes". Down to the minute.I left for the docs telling my wife, Missy, the plan: "I'll go t
Eulogy for LeeLee was one of a kind. The mold had been thoroughly broken, smashed to pieces, set on fire and launched into space. He was the kind of person you naturally felt at ease around. Animals loved him. Perfect strangers would talk to him as if he were an old friend. Babies would stop crying and stare at him.To me, Lee was so much more than that. After he was first diagnosed and was safely home, Lee, Missy and I had a family meeting. We discussed everything. During the talk, he stated that he considered us “more than family”.Family, as I consider it, isn't just blood. It’s the people you would give anything to protect. So, if family is as close as people can get, what is “more than family”? I don’t know. Nor did Lee. It’s not a feeling or idea you can express with words. You just feel it. And to me, Lee was definitely more than family.
Birthday Wishes 2013World PeaceA lobotomy. I am really sick and tired of feeling like I have to save the world and that I am a horrible person because I can't and, at times, don't want to. Stupid Brain.A government truly run "By the People and For the People"My own personal soundtrack that plays at all the right times. One that everyone can hear, not just me.My own back up band. To play my soundtrack...duh.A monster under my bed. Trained to be a guard monster.To know that everything really "will be alright".The ability to fly, unaided and with out wings (they make big targets for the would be villain) like Superman.To know the Truth. About Everything.A real life Transformer. No one specific, maybe my Saturn can change into a robot. How cool would that be?
Gorilla TendingI wake in the morningMuscles straining against the weightThe shower helps ease the stiffnessBut as the minutes past, the heavier it getsThe scale lies to me againIt always liesThe load I bearWeighs more than a normal manBy the time I reach breakfastI have a small gorilla on my backIt doesn't make a soundThat would explain why no one see's itMy wife acts as though she doesn't hearThe strain on my car as I get inAs I walk into workMy steps shake the groundBy this timeThe gorilla is full grownI see the painIn every ones friendly greetingI wonderAre they mad at meKnowing that they areI greet them back in a friendly mannerMy legs almost buckleAs I sit at my deskThe demon to my leftScreams at me demanding attentionI give it what it wantsI lift the fossilized bone to my ear and converseEach conversation with the demonAdds more mass to the gorillaThrough filtersI hear of friends pain and sufferingThe gorilla now sits on my chestAnd a new mass is added to my b
The StaringThe man stares at me with open disgust.He doesn't want to stare, but he must.He is the Jury.He is the Judge.His is the job to see beyond normal ken,He's the absolute judge of all men.Hold him no ill will;Bear him no grudge.He can see all your layers, like a surgeon.He will see all your decay, that's for certain.He see's every stain;See's every smudge.I meet his unnerving gaze every day.In shame, I shake my head and walk away.
WorthHey Gang,Mr. Emo Philosopher here. Some things have happened in the last month that got me down and thinking. I wont go into details but the end result was that I contemplated suicide. Obviously I didn't do it. But the thought was there. First off it would have to look like an accident. Second off it would make my wife cry. I promised her a long time ago I would never let that happen and I keep my promises. During my thoughts of how to solve the issues plaguing me (Superman Complex is a beautiful thing), I continued thinking along that line. They could sell my stuff and make a heap of cash. I am a nerd and as such have a large collection of esoteric thing that might be worth something to somebody. As long as it was an accident, my life insurance would kick in. And I'd be rid of all the stress. For a moment. One brief moment. It felt like a good idea.I then realized what I was thinking about doing and stopped. Suicide is an easy way out. If I kill myself then my depressio
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Yellow haikuWind catchesthe yellow sailof the tulip
Haiku 12late spring stormthe wet robin rests,chest heaving
elephantasmathis is forgetting:moon-drenched ivory, and grey fleshmade hollow with lead.
Poem prayers for Japan.The following haiku are by a number of different deviants. They are posted below as a way of sending our prayers and/or thoughts of love and support, as well as showing our solidarity for the people of Japan, in the wake of the 8.9 earthquake and ensuing tsunami and nuclear crisis.Please, please send your haiku to me. Leave them as a comment, note me with them, post them as a deviation and link me. I will add them here. The goal? The creation of a beautiful collaborative work of art that shows our LOVE, SUPPORT and SOLIDARITY. Even if you cannot assist the people of Japan monetarily, DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF WORDS AND POSITIVE ENERGY.BUT REMEMBER WE MUST PAIR OUR PRAYERS AND THOUGHTS WITH ACTION. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE FINANCIALLY ABLE, PLEASE DONATE WHATEVER YOU CAN. EVEN IF YOU ARE BROKE, TRY TO SPARE A DOLLAR OR TWO. EVEN THE LARGEST BUCKET CAN EVENTUALLY BE FILLED BY EVEN THE TINIEST DROPS. IF YOU ABSOLUTELY CANNOT SPARE ANYTHING, ACT BY SPREADING THE WORD: MAKE
High SeasBreaking and falling,folding and foaming, the ocean breathes its own language
Gathering Darkthe sun has a smileangry - weeping - red passionthe sky wears a grin
StarsLilies in the light,Arctic white as pure, fresh milk -Peace, awe demanding.
DeceptiveDeceptive:Little butterfly,Tempting with beautiful wings;Poisons quickly.-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Midnight: A RensakuI'll hold you, fold youtuck you safe in my rib-cage -like first love's lettersI'll seek heaven in your gaze,constellations on your lipsCatch the butterfliesfluttering in my rib-cage -they know me so wellWrite on cerulean skies,breathe under turquoise watersYou pick at my scabskiss me deep in my rib-cage -while I ache from blissI'm but a half-baked body,your warmth will surely rot me
FlameIlluminationBringer of knowledge and painPrimordial fear