They said there was no way to find the key,
but he found it burried deep in the sea,
it unlocked a world of light and wonder,
never will he leave, never can he leave, he is locked on the inside,
you know as well as I do that the truth wont set you free,
the only thing that you need is the is the key from the bottom of the sea,
hidden in the depths so far below the surface,
entombed in the darkness that dwell inside of us all,
never will we leave, never can we leave, we are locked on the inside,
swimming through our dreams he chooses us at random,
pulling out the thoughts we don't give power,
and in our darkest hour he illuminates o
The Need to Draw Breath by Furnosaurus, literature
Literature
The Need to Draw Breath
They say what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger,
then Crosses carried are crosses earned,
hearts torn and tattered would make the best lessons learned ,
and the bones that are battered would be no weaker than before,
the cure to hardship would just be more and more pain,
a sick cyclical arc of suffering from start to end and start again,
born in screams, the screams would stay internal for life,
deep inside they'd fight the darkness and light in us a fire,
it's an unnamed burning feeling that saves us daily from death,
if the fire dies life looses all meaning,so what makes us stronger superceeds the need to draw breath,
Too m
I can see you child,
Hiding there in the dark night,
there's nothing for you to fear,
come out and let your heart shine,
Illuminate the world around,
let the walkers follow you behind,
never has there been a son like you,
your deeds will open minds,
Ask the questions, open doors,
let us follow you and watch,
we gaze in awe at what you are,
for you walk as a messenger of God,
Never a word need be spoken,
your heart steers your actions,
so walk the path of the righteous,
they flock to the new attraction,
They write down what you do,
then worship the words they've writ,
then ritualise the worship,
and bury your deeds in shit,
Happy little notes are meandering around the room,
as the music swings in the wind they dance towards the moon,
days are left and right and passing quicker than we thought they would,
the dripping taps are filling cups but are they half empty or half full,
Mind over matter takes a lot of thought to get all the jobs done,
sometimes it's easier to just leave things alone but then I could be wrong,
If I'm wrong then what should I do,
If it's night what should I do then,
If I'm right and it's a sunny day,
should I sit down and write a song,
Sweet sounds of distant cultures and muses from other lands,
kiss my ears as I step softly on f
As the cold closes in,
I know you're the one,
as the night sets in,
I know you're my love,
I've lost myself in you,
and I've found my smile,
I've lost my blues,
and I've found my light,
Never has there been the likes of you,
never will there be again,
Never has there been a love so smooth,
never will there be a better friend.
Life is like an Icecream by Furnosaurus, literature
Literature
Life is like an Icecream
Life is like an ice-cream, its all about balance
Its cold and unforgiving if you go too quickly,
But it can slip right through your hands if you go too slowly.
You have the audacity to come looking for him in the lonely hours of the morning,
And he greets you at the door and smiles knowingly, you're feeling innocent and sweet,
trembling hands greet the warm cheeks of a blushing face,
as you're ushered in side with out words,
laid down and joined together the life is passed from one shell to another,
Blunt and curt the voice that is powered by those lungs is so strong and commanding,
The crowd dissapates as the crow descends on what is left of the carrion,
Blending into the night they leave en mass and all that remains is bones,
in-animate becomes animate and the skeleton reforms to make the
FUeled by the need to write words like I speak, I look down to find the ground but I can't find my feet, coz we're going too fast and as cars go past its too late to ask what were we drinking from that flask,
Big night out with my mates in town, lookin round for decent chicks but all that can be found is, Skanky club hoppin bitches all psyched up on rock and wiz fiz,
not what I'm into I don't know what they've been through,
but being somebodies hero is not thing I wanna do again,
As the night goes on and we look around for somewhere to go,
we get disenchanted coz were always breathin in smoke,
Just wanna listen to some tunes, Just w
At any rate the written words loose their sway, because once their written its way too late to make an impact when it all blends together and the facts get lost amongst the riff and the raff.
Pandemonium breaks out in the shops as shots fired by cops rip into the sons of the innocent, left and right bystanders frozen in fear too near to the scene to intervene, two steps to the side one hell of a ride with the devil sitting in the eyes of the departed and the journey is started, all over.
As we press shuffle on this mortal coil all the plans and scams are foiled before they get off the ground but they were bound to the life that is half gon
In the halls of the mountain king,
You hear the nightmares cry,
Their claws, deep underneath your skin,
They scream your going to die,
You've lost all your blood,
The ceasing of the flood,
You know you're on your way,
In the halls of the mountain king,
Trade your blood for broken wings,
It's painful but you snap them into place,
Because you're a soldier, and you're a warrior,
You've got fire in your eyes, we go to war,
But now the flames passed on, from a father to his son,
Exchange the blood for wings just like before,
Beaten, broken, bruised,
Walking in the old man's shoes,
Because of the wings they expect the truth,
They a
X and why
I'm going no where and I missed my ride to get there,
The waters stagnate, and the fish have drowned from lack of air,
I feel like these, like I'm living by I can't breathe,
I wish that I could find what it is I need,
The wind fires past, chilling me inside twice as fast,
As it takes me to breathe, in what wont last,
Clear sparkles daily trip, The waterfall has its final drip,
Damn the dams, let the water slip back to its mother,
If you think you sea me, now you don't, all the masks and all the cloaks,
Hide the faces of all the smiles we could have known,
Sea shells on the sea shore, pilfered daily put in stores,
Lets
Dustus Rex
Augustus Blustus Dustus Rex
fell down amongst the Spinifex.
He disappeared up to his chest
snuggled in his brand new nest.
His eyes decided then to close.
He wiped his funny runny nose.
That dropped and dripped by far the most,
of any orifice that he owned.
It started as green changed to red,
and before he knew it he was dead.
The bleeding came from inside his head.
I wonder why, he's not alive instead?
The bleeding was from his cocaine use.
It's a sad story but it's the truth.
Augustus' death was drug induced.
Riding that white pony became his noose.
It is easy for me to answer why,
this sweet young man had cause
Yes, I Have a Penis by Superiorflowerpower, literature
Literature
Yes, I Have a Penis
Yes, I Have A Penis
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
you're paying.
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
Current Residence: west oz (in the matrix world) deviantWEAR sizing preference: bigger Favourite genre of music: reggaey jazzy stuff lately and rock chomp Favourite photographer: da vinci Favourite style of art: free rhyming flowing stuff.. .not rap but like that ... yo yo yo...heh Operating System: Win MP3 player of choice: Iriver Shell of choice: Bailer... (it's picking up notice this entry after a long period going unnoticed) Wallpaper of choice: just my symbol in the middle of blackness Skin of choice: soft milky with nipplesin tha middle.. Favourite cartoon character: Deadpool (go the no mouth blokes) Personal Quote: Truth, Strength, Love, Knowledge and Honour
Favourite Visual Artist
my favourite art'ist de art wich is funne
Favourite Movies
constantine, braveheart, rob roy, endless summer 2
I live I breathe I think.. it's about time I wrote something on here...
I hope the lives of all are going beautifully ..
I wish that the world would open up for those who truly deserve it...
keep smiling keep committing your life to art... it is noble and fruitful not just in the sharing but in the making..
hey all .. it's been ages since I've been posting or even just checking up on what's going on on dA I hope all ya lives have been floating along ok...
Teaching is quite a consuming thing.. but I'm now hoping to get back into playing around on here a bit and seeing what's going on with the arty world...
see ya soon
Yeah I'm alive to be sure.. but I've moved and I haven't got easy access to the net at the moment.. so I've not really been active on here at all..
however hopefully quite soon I'll have the net at home and I can return to being an active if not just more regular member of this community..
to all of those people who I'd usually have had a look at and commented on.. soz for the wait.. I'll get to you and your efforts in time
hope life finds you happy and healthy..
safe travels
shan