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something to believe in

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something to believe in

the clouds are gathering again and i am peaceful as i wait for the rain, the rain that i so love. wonderful thing about rain... its honest raw and true, though ever-changing. it doesn't care what color your eyes are, or what size you are, or how much money you make. it doesn't ask anything of you, it simply gives of itself. it falls around you, drenching you in its possibilities seeping into your pores steadfast in its destination and although it never lasts forever it always returns just as raw and honest, just as true. i think i shall move to a place where it never stops raining, because the rain, i can always believ

don't misunderstand me

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don't misunderstand me

i have to say i'm disappointed in your arrogance. i'm not writing for you. i'm writing for my own selfish needs; a need to cleanse the sinful words from my flesh, to clear the smog from my cluttered mind, to scream at no one, to save my fists from bleeding... to save my soul. i would be okay if you never read me. i would be okay if you never saw the clusters of nonsense that fill my dreams. i realize i am biting off the hand that feeds. i see that you want to take me up in your arms and make me feel alive again. the words will heal me. the words will comfort me and never judge my mentality, won't decide my philosophy

vacancy

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vacancy

it felt like i died, you know, when you left me. like you died and left me to face the big world alone. the big fat hand of someone's god dropping down from the sky to take away everything. its so damned quiet now. i'm in a vacuum and there's buzzing all around me. people. so many people. but i can't see them, they're only blurry shades of color passing me by, no words, no sounds, no faces.. i keep looking for yours. i want to wake up. i want to wake up with the sun streaming in on my emotionless face, and find it was all just a bad dream. you're not gone. you were only sleeping. you'll walk through the fron

a dream of faith

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a dream of faith

An angel sat alone on a cloud, crying softly to herself. Her wings were battered, her lovely dress torn and her face stained with tears. She quietly pondered a small package, wrapped in shimmering red ribbons, that she held tenderly in her hands. As she sat absorbed in thought, a small cherub lit softly down beside her. "Why are you so unhappy, dear angel? You live in heaven, you have a place of authority and much power in your gifts, and you are surrounded by beings who love you, yet you sit here alone and cry." "Oh, little cherub", the angel said softly, "I do know that I possess all these wondrous things, and I am grateful for all that I

self-abasement

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self-abasement

Slaps self twice upside the head "if it weren't for emotions, you'd surely be dead"

one way ticket

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one way ticket

Come here, my love. Come directly to me, on a one-way, undeviating path, not       stumbling,    fumbling,         stuttering      and         zig-           zagging         like       your   un-      checked    and uncontrolled emotions. I will be good to you, I promise. Perhaps I will even let you go someday, directly.

all these wonders

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all these wonders

ebb and flo eddies of seasons summer to winter emotions on a black and white roulette wheel eyes of inescapable color unfathomable depths like your moods ever changing me you're holding my heart in a paper cup, one hand grasping it gently as the other wears away at the bottom dissolving catch it in your other hand and send it back to safety once again timeless ever changing you fire raging in a glass bottle molten and liquid mercury shining tidal wave on a base curve to a southern bay wash over like winter and cover everything with your smile warm breeze, carrying the seamless flights of skyward doves,

no contest

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no contest

Side by side, we run, we race, to see who will win. Tag. You're it. Will we be disappointed, or overjoyed, when we reach the end? Tag. You're it. Truly I hope, we'll see in time There is no finish line. Tag. You're it. Only a mirror that shines and reflects where we've been. Tag. You're it.
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something to believe in

s

something to believe in

the clouds are gathering again and i am peaceful as i wait for the rain, the rain that i so love. wonderful thing about rain... its honest raw and true, though ever-changing. it doesn't care what color your eyes are, or what size you are, or how much money you make. it doesn't ask anything of you, it simply gives of itself. it falls around you, drenching you in its possibilities seeping into your pores steadfast in its destination and although it never lasts forever it always returns just as raw and honest, just as true. i think i shall move to a place where it never stops raining, because the rain, i can always believ

don't misunderstand me

d

don't misunderstand me

i have to say i'm disappointed in your arrogance. i'm not writing for you. i'm writing for my own selfish needs; a need to cleanse the sinful words from my flesh, to clear the smog from my cluttered mind, to scream at no one, to save my fists from bleeding... to save my soul. i would be okay if you never read me. i would be okay if you never saw the clusters of nonsense that fill my dreams. i realize i am biting off the hand that feeds. i see that you want to take me up in your arms and make me feel alive again. the words will heal me. the words will comfort me and never judge my mentality, won't decide my philosophy

vacancy

v

vacancy

it felt like i died, you know, when you left me. like you died and left me to face the big world alone. the big fat hand of someone's god dropping down from the sky to take away everything. its so damned quiet now. i'm in a vacuum and there's buzzing all around me. people. so many people. but i can't see them, they're only blurry shades of color passing me by, no words, no sounds, no faces.. i keep looking for yours. i want to wake up. i want to wake up with the sun streaming in on my emotionless face, and find it was all just a bad dream. you're not gone. you were only sleeping. you'll walk through the fron

a dream of faith

a

a dream of faith

An angel sat alone on a cloud, crying softly to herself. Her wings were battered, her lovely dress torn and her face stained with tears. She quietly pondered a small package, wrapped in shimmering red ribbons, that she held tenderly in her hands. As she sat absorbed in thought, a small cherub lit softly down beside her. "Why are you so unhappy, dear angel? You live in heaven, you have a place of authority and much power in your gifts, and you are surrounded by beings who love you, yet you sit here alone and cry." "Oh, little cherub", the angel said softly, "I do know that I possess all these wondrous things, and I am grateful for all that I

self-abasement

s

self-abasement

Slaps self twice upside the head "if it weren't for emotions, you'd surely be dead"

one way ticket

o

one way ticket

Come here, my love. Come directly to me, on a one-way, undeviating path, not       stumbling,    fumbling,         stuttering      and         zig-           zagging         like       your   un-      checked    and uncontrolled emotions. I will be good to you, I promise. Perhaps I will even let you go someday, directly.

all these wonders

a

all these wonders

ebb and flo eddies of seasons summer to winter emotions on a black and white roulette wheel eyes of inescapable color unfathomable depths like your moods ever changing me you're holding my heart in a paper cup, one hand grasping it gently as the other wears away at the bottom dissolving catch it in your other hand and send it back to safety once again timeless ever changing you fire raging in a glass bottle molten and liquid mercury shining tidal wave on a base curve to a southern bay wash over like winter and cover everything with your smile warm breeze, carrying the seamless flights of skyward doves,

no contest

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no contest

Side by side, we run, we race, to see who will win. Tag. You're it. Will we be disappointed, or overjoyed, when we reach the end? Tag. You're it. Truly I hope, we'll see in time There is no finish line. Tag. You're it. Only a mirror that shines and reflects where we've been. Tag. You're it.

confession of irrelevancies

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confession of irrelevancies

the light shall fade, subsequent to promenade in darker shadows wound unbound to confound the mythos of the mysteries we trace embrace. I do not clutch titled entitlement, ego spent in unrelenting echoes of self-denial, the trial proves what twelve people think, and a wink removes an instant from the chronology.  we do not exist, for all are singularities...seizing the trailing traces to catch a ride with Apollo. every outcast cast out to the gods of the desert. William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.

They Told Us

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They Told Us

They Told Us: They told us we weren't artists, They said that we're just puttin' words on paper... They told us we wouldn't make it, Because language isn't unique... Ta hell with them all I say, Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide. Writers, poets, We're treated like third-rate artists. Our hands can't create magical pictures, We can't create comics ta make people laugh, Or emotive portraits ta make em cry... But what they don't see is tha title, What they don't see is tha description, They don't even see tha comments or replies! They look only at themselves, And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim. It's like starin' at

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The Long Wait

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  • Feb 2
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~There is no black or white, only shades of gray, varying in intensity as a result of the light and darkness playing upon them.~ That's me.

This is not my professional page. This is me doing what I enjoy and having fun with it. These are my words, my brush strokes, my ink splotches and bad scans, my colors, my notions, my heart on my sleeve. Sharing, learning, exploring new ideas and mediums with which to direct the light through. If its creative, I dabble in it. If I love it, I do my best at it and learn how to do it better. Or suck at it, but suck at it in my own way, with my own light and shadows passing through every word and every pixel.

Art is all about the process, not the product. <3,Wholeearth

Current Residence: somewhere between heaven and purgatory
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Industrial, Pop, Techno, New Age, classical, jazz
Favourite photographer: My son and my daughter,have a soft spot for tyler shields style as well
Favourite style of art: I appreciate most styles of art.
Operating System: win 7
MP3 player of choice: any one that plays
Shell of choice: conch?
Wallpaper of choice: random anime pics or landscapes
Skin of choice: I get a choice? Yay!
Favourite cartoon character: Mr Magoo
Personal Quote: "Not all who wander are lost"~jrr tolkein

Favourite Visual Artist
Boris Valejo, Frank Frazetta (RIP)Luis Royo, Salvadore Dali, Van Gogh, Michel Whelan, several others
Favourite Movies
changes daily
Favourite TV Shows
Dr Who, House, NCIS, Adult Swim (most of them)
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Pink Floyd, Seether, Daughtry, Muse, Andre Segovia, Loreena Mckennit
Favourite Books
Kingkiller Chronicles, Mogworld, Xanth novels, Feehan's Dark series, Treasury of the Familiar
Favourite Writers
Patrick Rothfuss, Edgar Allen Poe, Anne Rice, Terry Pratchet, Christine Feehan, Tolkein, Lord Byron
Favourite Games
RIFT, Dragon Age, Final Fantasy VII, FFXII, WoW, Myst (any)
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2 or PC (p3 when i have one around)
Tools of the Trade
Pen & ink, Pencils, watercolor, acrylics, Photoshop Elements 3, 4x5 Wacom Graphire
Other Interests
art, music, anime, gaming, IMVU, Gaia Online, photography, writing, movies, comicbooks, gaming ;)

Ride On

Ride On

Greetings and salutations!

when you're going thru hell keep going

when you're going thru hell keep going

Wow! Its been a year. I've missed you guys. Though I've admittedly been lurking here and there. And.. what a year it's been. For those of you who haven't kept in touch, or vice versa, I wasn't just playing hookie. I was taking care of family matters. I lost my mother to a stroke in August, then moved, (yes.. again >.

MIA

MIA

Life is intruding on my dA time so I am taking a bit of a hiatus. I will be checking in here and there and answering comments/returning llama love/thanking your for your fav's sporadically til I can once again devote more time here. Busy, busy, busy building websites and freelancing, but work is a good thing. :3 :hug: :heart: :sun: to you all! ~Earthy :earth:

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TheLoveTrainHobbyist General Artist
Llamas are so squirtable.

I still think of you sometimes, Lisa … thanks for coming by. It was most excellent seeing you again.

~Bryan :heart:
spartan-locke Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday!
WholeearthProfessional Artist
Thank you :) Sorry for the uber late reply!
TheLoveTrainHobbyist General Artist
Yo-yo-yo, wut up, Lis'! -- Aren't you proud of me? I haven't butt-dialed you in the longest time.

I just get better with age (in my dreams, anyway).

See you when I see you. Until then, have fun.

~Bryan :heart:
murriwurriHobbyist General Artist
thank you so much for the watch :)
spartan-locke Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday!
Darla-IllaraHobbyist Digital Artist
many thanks for +faving my artwork