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That Rave feelingIn the dark.
In the cold still of the night:
The endless machinations
with seemingly no end in sight.
In the early morning hours when frost begins to bite...
There is a sound.
An ethereal, ephemeral sound,
Born in moments of pure energy and ecstasy,
Trained In the underground arts
and powered by sheer delight.
It is melodic
It will come within the moment
It will speak as if touching God
and understand your plight...
They call it music
(They call it hard trance)
I call it my love
(and it beckons me to dance)!
The musicThe music is you
The music is me
Don't think, don't predict
Let it flow through your veins
In rushes and cascades:
Pure vibrational energy -
A synergy of fury and passion.
Catch the beat
The music is who we are
And what we live for
Now drop the beat!
CornucopiaThere is nothing dark out here,
seemingly no place for it to hide
in this cornucopia of rolling hills and sunken valleys.
It was not the actions of a friend,
merely a reaction to this harsh and revealing landscape:
momentary longing for a hiding place -
something less than a total truth,
but more than a shaky lie based on a warped philosophy;
where were we really going?
What would we find when we got there?
The only certainty was
that all this nothingness gave one too much time to think.
Why not keep going? We'd just end up where we started anyway.
Time warpGaunt amorphous figures. Sway side to side up and down,
Their joints creaking and scraping in eerie unison
Bone against bone as skin stretches tight
beneath a barely extant second skin:
The sounds of the 80s
A rocky horror timewarp without the pleasantries of ghosts or transsexuals.
Asexual, metrosexual, androgynous.
Look the same, want the same, dance the same:
wheres your originality ?
It's time to go underground where the party's at.
AbominationA burning pillar strikes the moon,
the sun rays kill the cold.
The failure seldom leaves the room,
He is not as mature as he is old.
He is a burning pillar of rage;
a useless un-fecund sight.
Wisdom cannot not match his age
nor his failings be seen as slight.
He is the king of a falling world;
apathy his first knight.
For his sins, from Aegaleus, he is hurled
into unforgiving night!
Lie to youFailed synchronicity
I am below and she above.
False words are an atrocity
destroying worthless love.
I awake as she sleeps
mind awry with dismay.
He gives and she keeps
and burns our love away.
Veiled secrets thrive;
I sleep in my world of lies,
Truths cannot be alive
In a rage our love will die!
UnendingA lucent flower breaks the day -
wet with morning misery's tears.
All its brilliance on display
as a goddess to be revered.
It basks in the sun's hot fire,
swims in the warm sunshower,
struggles in the oppressive mire,
waiting dolefully for the evening hour.
The same flower slowly folds away
In the unsettled glory of dusk.
It will dress in the winter months
as an arctic seed of decay.
AbsessI cannot wait for it anymore
I must find it.
In the hidden corners
of secret rooms
and the empty streets
of deserted towns.
In the cold sands
of barren deserts
In desolate non-sequential thoughts
In pulsating fragmented images
of contradictory feelings.
In neurons of the brain entangled,
unleashed and unfurled:
in the incessant nonsense of my make believe world.
I see no sense;
Sol IIA dark star swallows...
A moment in time waits.
A heart beats and a mind races.
Warmth escapes into the frigid night.
A universe is born in a moment,
but true love takes much longer to create.
An action stronger than a word spoken
can the heart's true feelings obliterate.
A bright star glows fiercely.
A moment cannot wait.
A heart destroyed and in disgrace.
Cold seeps into the mind in fright.
cracking.Entranced and encumbered, we waltz;
locked in a lucid dream, daring to fly.
A pale pearl orb floats, frigid,
soaking up the stars. The misplaced moon
begs to be returned -- raw,
impassive. I whisper whimsy,
treading thoughts, cracked glass, carefully.
Hot TeaHot tea, blue steam,
and warm smiles fill the room.
I sit and wait perpetually.
My life stills and the room fills;
a song paused mid tune,
Hot tea, and blue steam.
My companions are my mug and your pills
I know you have to be back soon,
I sit and wait perpetually.
The haze swirls and mills
forming a bright moon
hot tea, blue steam.
Pictures blur as my mind drills
further into a possibility that croons
I sit and wait perpetually.
The door opens, my cup spills,
cares are strewn,
hot tea, blue steam,
I sit and wait perpetually.
Cracked The Heart of the BatMy heart has been broken many times.
This is why I prefer to be alone when fighting crime.
First, that awful night in Crime Alley when they died.
I never got over it. Every time I think of it, I cry.
It gave birth to the man that I am.
I am vengeance. I am the night. I am Batman.
Then, came along the thieving feline.
She stole this battered heart of mine.
It turned out to be nothing but a bad romance,
I knew we didn't stand a chance.
I knew I had to move on, but it still hurt me.
So I built up walls, shutting them out in order to protect me.
Then I met another beloved, who was an assassin.
Her hair dark as the night and her lips red as sin.
She was a great fighter, and we could've been a team.
But she took lives, which is a big deal-breaker for me.
Once again, I built up walls, shutting any woman out.
Of course, someone was bound to get in again, no doubt.
She started off dating Dick, but then wanted me.
We both felt it, there was deep chemistry.
It was like a dream, despite the differ
Pleaseit is the first word I think of...
it is the one that I whisper
when the world's become frozen,
Like a slow motion twister.
I'm just watching the people,
Moving on, moving up...
But I am just watching,
With this half empty cup,
of coffee that is yet to kick in...
BeginningsProve me wrong.
Give me your time,
Walk alongside me,
Earn my trust,
Though you already have it,
Deserve my adoration,
Though my heart says you do.
Prove to my mind,
that my heart can be right.
Prove to my cynicism,
That faith wins all fights.
Do not kiss me yet...
Let the trust settle in first,
Or Anxiety will take flight,
And the best will become it's worst...
Hold me while I am restless.
But do not hold me still.
Allow me to stay,
Without bending my will.
Prove to my soul,
That another exists,
that won't damage my heart,
Or Gnash at my wrists.
Sunrise ViewEvery eclipse a double dawn,
I rise from rest to gladly gaze upon
Your usual sweet slumber,
Coyly curled. I watch in wonder.
You're lovely, dewdrop clad,
And made for me. A lass, a lad,
A stirring story born in bed.
TranscendentTake away the wine,
Dyed scarlet, divine;
Days spent with malaise
And hangover’s haze.
Submit to the sight
That transcends twilight.
Fierce predators prowl,
They whine and they howl,
A velvet curtain
Covers sin again.
With tonight in flames,
Two hearts will proclaim,
My animal love
Bears a mourning dove.
His my Frozen worldHis cold skin
What would it feel...
If he lifted my chin?
That can never be real
It never happened
Trying to hard to be realistic.
Shivering blue eyes
In his flawless face
Expression as cold as ice
Yet it makes my heart race
The angle seemed right
For his jet black hair
His eyes underneath shining bright
Yet nothing seemed fair.
Dreams were made to be crushed
He's a rich boy
My brain needs to be flushed
While I'm my mother's toy.
Hours, Days, Weeks
Had passed by.
My eyes leaks
All I Can do is cry
That one last kiss
Made my heart beat
It was complete bliss
Shivers that my feet
I still cant stand still
Here I am acting brave
Crying... How could this be real?
All these thoughts as I watched your grave
I've heard they're not on speaking terms
This explains a lot..
The quiet days, the difficult ways
The things that you *forgot*
I had suspected who was to blame
But I won't point the finger
It's not my place and doesn't help
To let this stuff just linger.
Instead of listening one ignored
All the gentle prods
And carried on in ignorance
Not even giving nods.
Never to communicate
A dire thing indeed
So much time you both have lost
When both have been in need.
Everyone else, they saw it too
It wasn't only me
They even tried to get through to you
But neither of you would see
How very frequent we screwed our face
In anger and in frustration
At all the times you both turned your back
And there died our anticipation.
Well, here we are, still watching on
Waiting on you two
Hoping that you open the line
And ONE of you gets through.
I hear you're not on speaking terms
Your heart and brain my dear
No pointing at the brain
Or the heart that lives in fear.
So come my love, I cherish you
An eternityIt is the ugly stain on the wall
the scar which breaks her cheek
the murdered childrens call
evils tyranny of the weak.
It is the light burning the eyes,
the moons sad soft face,
the truth of a piteous demise,
bleeding arms restrained by lace.
It is a single strand of hair
floating gaily in the breeze
It is lusts infernal stare;
Love is a lovers disease.
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