Beyond the mists of Avalon, a sleek black raven calls, as he passes cloud capped towers, and soars over proud and royal halls. In these mists I see swirling there, the lands that I once knew, and if you listen carefully, these lands will call you to, turn back the sands of the hourglass, turn back the wheel of time, and when you look upon these lands, you'll see what once was mine. A time of kings and princes, a time of heart and mght, a time when man remembered the fay that rule the night. Aight time when the music of wolf song , flowed beneath the moon, a time when mortals joined the dance, as spirits fair folk and elves frolicked to the
Flow the liquid darkness, of the perumed silky night, let your mysteries touch my heart and let my soul take flight. Beneath the silvery sailing moon let my mind begin to sing, far below the twinkling stars diamond bright, escorting the godess on her sliver ship like glossy black, and sparkling wings. Let the magic of Morpheus fall upon me, like the mist of wine, let poetry spout from my slackened lips and dance about my restless mind. Let me hear the nights song, in the stir of every breeze, let it rustle my own hair as easily as the leafs of sleeping trees. Let me see their spirits as the toss their ancient bows, danceing since the years lo
Sudaude
Oh sweet and bitter longing, I feel your maddness sing, I feel your fingers on my heart and love it more then nearly anything. I revel in this sweet and longing madness, so powerful it hurts to feel, and yet this is one open wound I never wish to heal. For it means a special boy has cut out my heart, and with it stole away, the core of my emotions yet with it gone, they are here to stay. I feel their fingers on my heart makeing memories grow, with each caress, and every time causing tears to flow, though the joy is painful it
My thoughts on the thoughts of by Pangdunji, literature
Literature
My thoughts on the thoughts of
My thoughts on the thoughts of gods of other men
Time Immemorial stretches out before us and perplexes the heart and minds of men, Gods wills interfere with the love and natural urges of those that they command... or so some men claim. A man of blind faith told me that when Adam and Eve ate of the fruit of the tree of knowledge, the concept of love was skewed, that it was not how god... Intended it, How can something so massive in its complexity and perfection as love be skewed or other then it should be? I should have asked, but In my heart and in my soul, I knew what he had been taught was wrong.
Men and women love each other so deep an
In a Lover's arms
I long to feel your loving arms around me as I sleep, and feel the rhythm on my skin of your breath soft and deep. Something in this warm caress across my sleeping skin, brings me home in such sweet ways, I ache to feel again. That feeling of sweet surrender as our hearts beat right in time, and something in this feeling says, at least for now you are mine. Let tomorrow come tomorrow, with the inevitable light of dawn, but now in the quiet darkness and your arms, my troubles are long gone. So let your breathing stir my hair love, let your fingers stray cross my chest, though you bring me endless joys, it is this part my hea
Moonlit silk on sleeping mountains by Pangdunji, literature
Literature
Moonlit silk on sleeping mountains
Moonlit silk on sleeping mountains
Snow falling quietly all around,
The silent mountains sleep beneath their soft white blanket,
As the winding river wildly roams,
The trees creak and dance in the arms of the wind,
Joyously they display their winter finery,
As though clad in pearly silk,
Made bright by the silvery sailing moon
Beyond the mists of Avalon, a sleek black raven calls, as he passes cloud capped towers, and soars over proud and royal halls. In these mists I see swirling there, the lands that I once knew, and if you listen carefully, these lands will call you to, turn back the sands of the hourglass, turn back the wheel of time, and when you look upon these lands, you'll see what once was mine. A time of kings and princes, a time of heart and mght, a time when man remembered the fay that rule the night. Aight time when the music of wolf song , flowed beneath the moon, a time when mortals joined the dance, as spirits fair folk and elves frolicked to the
Flow the liquid darkness, of the perumed silky night, let your mysteries touch my heart and let my soul take flight. Beneath the silvery sailing moon let my mind begin to sing, far below the twinkling stars diamond bright, escorting the godess on her sliver ship like glossy black, and sparkling wings. Let the magic of Morpheus fall upon me, like the mist of wine, let poetry spout from my slackened lips and dance about my restless mind. Let me hear the nights song, in the stir of every breeze, let it rustle my own hair as easily as the leafs of sleeping trees. Let me see their spirits as the toss their ancient bows, danceing since the years lo
Sudaude
Oh sweet and bitter longing, I feel your maddness sing, I feel your fingers on my heart and love it more then nearly anything. I revel in this sweet and longing madness, so powerful it hurts to feel, and yet this is one open wound I never wish to heal. For it means a special boy has cut out my heart, and with it stole away, the core of my emotions yet with it gone, they are here to stay. I feel their fingers on my heart makeing memories grow, with each caress, and every time causing tears to flow, though the joy is painful it
My thoughts on the thoughts of by Pangdunji, literature
Literature
My thoughts on the thoughts of
My thoughts on the thoughts of gods of other men
Time Immemorial stretches out before us and perplexes the heart and minds of men, Gods wills interfere with the love and natural urges of those that they command... or so some men claim. A man of blind faith told me that when Adam and Eve ate of the fruit of the tree of knowledge, the concept of love was skewed, that it was not how god... Intended it, How can something so massive in its complexity and perfection as love be skewed or other then it should be? I should have asked, but In my heart and in my soul, I knew what he had been taught was wrong.
Men and women love each other so deep an
In a Lover's arms
I long to feel your loving arms around me as I sleep, and feel the rhythm on my skin of your breath soft and deep. Something in this warm caress across my sleeping skin, brings me home in such sweet ways, I ache to feel again. That feeling of sweet surrender as our hearts beat right in time, and something in this feeling says, at least for now you are mine. Let tomorrow come tomorrow, with the inevitable light of dawn, but now in the quiet darkness and your arms, my troubles are long gone. So let your breathing stir my hair love, let your fingers stray cross my chest, though you bring me endless joys, it is this part my hea
Moonlit silk on sleeping mountains by Pangdunji, literature
Literature
Moonlit silk on sleeping mountains
Moonlit silk on sleeping mountains
Snow falling quietly all around,
The silent mountains sleep beneath their soft white blanket,
As the winding river wildly roams,
The trees creak and dance in the arms of the wind,
Joyously they display their winter finery,
As though clad in pearly silk,
Made bright by the silvery sailing moon
Am I blind,
Or do you see too well?
Am I deaf,
Or do you listen too closely?
Am I mute,
Or do you talk too much?
I hear voices in my head,
But you don't listen to yours.
I see things that you say aren't there,
But you miss things that I say are there.
You tell me not to daydream,
But do you even nightdream?
You stare
Into my face
with contempt
But I stare
Into your mind
with pity
And curiosity
About how all that knowledge
You claim to possess
Fits into that tiny, narrow chamber,
And how it even got in
Through that thick, heavy, closed, chained,
Padlocked, bolted, and barred iron door?
You stare
As if I have nothin
I've got that old 2 am feeling
eloquence drowned in brandy wine
spirits my veins,
makes my words go boisterous
and damn,
my poetry sounds brilliant
thundered back to me
from the bricks
spinning under my head.
I am at war with the worlds
sliding down my walls
this evening
and stars from the gutter
look ferocious,
battering the sky
with the unpinned glory of gods
and my random lunacy
ricocheting and left dancing
through the trees' black lace
like the brash kiss of armageddon....
Greetings I am Kisuke Thorn a wandering poet and swordsman that I am. I am a pagan I also belive in the kami and enjoy wine, love, song, and legend. I am an avid story teller and Love the japanese and chinese culture especaily feudal japan and three kingdoms era China. To those who know I am a bit of a big brother. I hate those who pick one people weaker then them. To freinds I am feircely loyal and I am easy to make freinds with. I also have a soft spot for those who need help so if you need someone to talk to let me know I am a mystic by nature and love nothing more then a festival especialy Beltaine and Yule or the Bon. So what does that make me? I am just a freindly poetic ronin that I am.
Current Residence: House in the woods in oregon deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium to 2x Favourite genre of music: Jazz; rock; blues; japanese traditional; and Opera Favourite style of art: Poetry; story; traditional portrait;; Oaeki MP3 player of choice: ipod Wallpaper of choice: sakura (cherry blossoms Favourite cartoon character: 1,2 Jango Personal Quote: If we like sakura bloom only for a short while we must bloom beautifly before the wind takes us away
Do you think martial artists other then me watch the kung fu genre movies with anything but contempt? Personaly I love them but I'm a pretty easygoing guy. Its interesting to think about do they just see the moves or can they enjoy the film? Hm well we'll have plenty of food for though on it when Tekken the movie comes out in september. Personaly I am looking forward to it as a fan of the playstation system game series. This may verry well rival mortal combat forbidden kingdom and even the comidies by Stephen Chow and many other well known martial arts moveis simply because of the following it has. So what do you think I am a teacher of kendo
SOmebody please help my this new evils style of deviant art has eliminated my search bar *T-T* this is terrible they should not creat a rowser that inhibits the users of the system
The world around us is full of madness so to be mad now is to be sane I realy am not sure why I am telling all of you this you are scattered across the globe and already know it just as well as I do. What brought this up you may ask well its been boiling in my mind for a long time it just finaly came out. The world has all around us lost its damn reason I remember a time when I was younger, when people cared about something other then money and themselfs when people had neighbors they loved not pests across the street. What happened to that world it was a simpler time Maybe simple isnt allways exciteing but maybe the world was better simple i