Snug between generations
Of all of us, ever-comfy in Bardo,
You sit upon the mountaintop
Above banal human desires.
Sweetheart,
Everything used to stress us.
The river of time,
For us it flowed only one way.
We called ourselves a family
Sic transit, gloria mundi.
Now for you
There's a home to go to,
Or a place to set out from,
That the time sailors call "sanity".
We went to skeletons
With smiles on our faces
And went to ashes
With nothing but a frown,
Never knew sanity a day of our lives.
Never walked a keen path
Waiting for somebody there,
Like we knew it wasn't all a lie.
And to catch your fine ear
For just a moment
Spread across the corners of the world
Nobody's drowned by miles.
We make place for ourselves
Driven by the future.
The sea flows on
With lights that shine brighter than we,
The past may exist somewhere
But we can never catch up to it.
Nobody can help it now
We can console the child underneath,
The face is still the same
Older, more bitter.
Yesterday we might have talked
Today I hugged you and remembered
Tomorrow we will be gone
I'll be off, you'll be too
Then we shall not smile,
We won't aww
It'll be a hunger
For how things used to be
Ephemeral days
Of a summer gone by,
Are etched by the memories
Of forgotten friendshi
As the pitter-patter rolls in
And reminds me
I don't face these worries
Completely all alone,
I'm so happy
But I face some things in lament.
Romance and care have arrived
After years of steadfast struggle,
And mistakes along the way
Never have spun my course
Too far from that sacred compass.
When a million beginnings more
Pile on,
Who will be left?
Who will settle down, at last,
What will they even call themself?
Though I cannot answer now
In totality for what shall be,
I know some things certain:
People who pull on
My heartstrings with memories.
There may be one of those people
Who will read me clear,
Who will never need taint my spirit
I wanna go down the interstate at midnight
And fill my eyes with the power of lights
Even the danger would not phase me
If I can feel that midnight air in my hair.
A ghost between the seats told me
There’s a whole world waiting
Let the wind take you there
Don’t nail yourself to the grave.
In the rearview mirrors
The stars shine so dim
Tomorrow’s further than ever
Count every last second, this one’s my night.
The hometowns passing by
And I’m feeling it now
Not so far from that goal
Skip the borders without sound.
The grains smooth on my hand
The wheel perfect between my fingers,
Night entirely cultivates
And I
Being with you in this moment,
I feel lost and found.
My chest beats so fast
And I know a bounty so vast,
When I ever look into your eyes.
Hardship dies with the wind
This chilly night has my fire roaring.
You stoke my flames, lovely friend,
Feeding the passions which embroil me,
Your wind, nothing could sour.
The greatest treat available
Melting between the hungry eyes
I’d give that up for nothing,
You’re hatred’s demise
And the innocent days I dreamt of.
No battles to win, nothing I want
Living on the manna of my soul
With you, is all I could ever desire.
Plainer than the times faded on past
I have caught home’s c
You've ended in a rough place
Your wounds, friends may not heal
Your cries may empower them
To pass swiftly by the winds
To the nursery, where demons cry
And raise themselves
To torture this world
To cripple the soul of those who remain
Who dare plant seeds amidst the ashes.
You've ended poorly, young lad
The most ethereal moment of your journey
It passed alongside your flame
In the arms of those who loved you
Against the raging, zealous machine
They stood together, watched your sacrifice
And saw the heart beat to nothing
That which once nearly burst
Happily in adventure.
Facing the high court in rebellion,
Defeating Gods and Kings,
And sti
Where I Stood, Atlanta by FuegoAzuleste, literature
Literature
Where I Stood, Atlanta
Laminate this world
Marinate it in poison
Drown out the pests in fires
Blot out unspeakable sins.
Erase the unpleasantries
And away with yourselves.
Retreat to the shade
For the sun shines too bright.
Sit in the darkness
For certainly it makes you content,
Stow away in memories
Of the ages gone by, loves missed.
Look away from the world
Gone by, live it presently.
Never miss a memory
Never miss a moonlit kiss.
Miss not a noble second
Don't let the sand run out,
Stand on the perch of destiny
Raise your talons, show your strength.
Talk down demons
Hold the sweet ones close.
Stand determined forever
For a new world is the softest endeavor.
Visualizing the New World by FuegoAzuleste, literature
Literature
Visualizing the New World
The New World is all-encompassing and all-accepting. Whatever things that don’t really matter, the New World demands of us what our moral compass should point us towards, be it not bereft. The New World, more than some internet group, is a way of life and a passion of the heart. It is hard work and steadfastness, cheer and care. And it demands that we question ourselves and our society to the core. The New World calls on us to condemn injustice, to put it to shame with the power of conviction. But it also demands that we aim to correct wrongs, even if they are not our own.
I don’t know how many others feel it, but I have a burnin
Snug between generations
Of all of us, ever-comfy in Bardo,
You sit upon the mountaintop
Above banal human desires.
Sweetheart,
Everything used to stress us.
The river of time,
For us it flowed only one way.
We called ourselves a family
Sic transit, gloria mundi.
Now for you
There's a home to go to,
Or a place to set out from,
That the time sailors call "sanity".
We went to skeletons
With smiles on our faces
And went to ashes
With nothing but a frown,
Never knew sanity a day of our lives.
Never walked a keen path
Waiting for somebody there,
Like we knew it wasn't all a lie.
And to catch your fine ear
For just a moment
Spread across the corners of the world
Nobody's drowned by miles.
We make place for ourselves
Driven by the future.
The sea flows on
With lights that shine brighter than we,
The past may exist somewhere
But we can never catch up to it.
Nobody can help it now
We can console the child underneath,
The face is still the same
Older, more bitter.
Yesterday we might have talked
Today I hugged you and remembered
Tomorrow we will be gone
I'll be off, you'll be too
Then we shall not smile,
We won't aww
It'll be a hunger
For how things used to be
Ephemeral days
Of a summer gone by,
Are etched by the memories
Of forgotten friendshi
As the pitter-patter rolls in
And reminds me
I don't face these worries
Completely all alone,
I'm so happy
But I face some things in lament.
Romance and care have arrived
After years of steadfast struggle,
And mistakes along the way
Never have spun my course
Too far from that sacred compass.
When a million beginnings more
Pile on,
Who will be left?
Who will settle down, at last,
What will they even call themself?
Though I cannot answer now
In totality for what shall be,
I know some things certain:
People who pull on
My heartstrings with memories.
There may be one of those people
Who will read me clear,
Who will never need taint my spirit
I wanna go down the interstate at midnight
And fill my eyes with the power of lights
Even the danger would not phase me
If I can feel that midnight air in my hair.
A ghost between the seats told me
There’s a whole world waiting
Let the wind take you there
Don’t nail yourself to the grave.
In the rearview mirrors
The stars shine so dim
Tomorrow’s further than ever
Count every last second, this one’s my night.
The hometowns passing by
And I’m feeling it now
Not so far from that goal
Skip the borders without sound.
The grains smooth on my hand
The wheel perfect between my fingers,
Night entirely cultivates
And I
Being with you in this moment,
I feel lost and found.
My chest beats so fast
And I know a bounty so vast,
When I ever look into your eyes.
Hardship dies with the wind
This chilly night has my fire roaring.
You stoke my flames, lovely friend,
Feeding the passions which embroil me,
Your wind, nothing could sour.
The greatest treat available
Melting between the hungry eyes
I’d give that up for nothing,
You’re hatred’s demise
And the innocent days I dreamt of.
No battles to win, nothing I want
Living on the manna of my soul
With you, is all I could ever desire.
Plainer than the times faded on past
I have caught home’s c
You've ended in a rough place
Your wounds, friends may not heal
Your cries may empower them
To pass swiftly by the winds
To the nursery, where demons cry
And raise themselves
To torture this world
To cripple the soul of those who remain
Who dare plant seeds amidst the ashes.
You've ended poorly, young lad
The most ethereal moment of your journey
It passed alongside your flame
In the arms of those who loved you
Against the raging, zealous machine
They stood together, watched your sacrifice
And saw the heart beat to nothing
That which once nearly burst
Happily in adventure.
Facing the high court in rebellion,
Defeating Gods and Kings,
And sti
Where I Stood, Atlanta by FuegoAzuleste, literature
Literature
Where I Stood, Atlanta
Laminate this world
Marinate it in poison
Drown out the pests in fires
Blot out unspeakable sins.
Erase the unpleasantries
And away with yourselves.
Retreat to the shade
For the sun shines too bright.
Sit in the darkness
For certainly it makes you content,
Stow away in memories
Of the ages gone by, loves missed.
Look away from the world
Gone by, live it presently.
Never miss a memory
Never miss a moonlit kiss.
Miss not a noble second
Don't let the sand run out,
Stand on the perch of destiny
Raise your talons, show your strength.
Talk down demons
Hold the sweet ones close.
Stand determined forever
For a new world is the softest endeavor.
Visualizing the New World by FuegoAzuleste, literature
Literature
Visualizing the New World
The New World is all-encompassing and all-accepting. Whatever things that don’t really matter, the New World demands of us what our moral compass should point us towards, be it not bereft. The New World, more than some internet group, is a way of life and a passion of the heart. It is hard work and steadfastness, cheer and care. And it demands that we question ourselves and our society to the core. The New World calls on us to condemn injustice, to put it to shame with the power of conviction. But it also demands that we aim to correct wrongs, even if they are not our own.
I don’t know how many others feel it, but I have a burnin
Tick Tock,
There goes the clock
Just 6 more months,
Still haven’t gotten over the shock,
When I was told that my dad was sick
The greatest man to have ever lived,
My backbone, my support system
With so much love to give
Still, the world is a cruel place,
And life can be unfair in its ways,
But let us give thanks for God’s grace,
Before my father loses the race
The doctor calls, his tone filled with grief
Says, “I’m sorry but there are 3 more weeks”
I bolt to the hospital, & rush to the ER
My jaw drops open but I can’t seem to speak
There are 3 people within my range
My mom, the doc & a girl around my ag
For years a wanderer searched for eternal joy
Walking along liars and thieves who only cloyed,
She
followed a
journey
that carried no
direction
Her purpose and hope slowly began to lose connection,
Once all of her will had finally withered away
Something called out to her through the haze of disarray
"The item you seek is not something to be bought
It is not a physical battle that needs to be fought.
In this selfish act we have lost our lifestyle
But strong faith runs through us, it's time we reconcile.
The item you thought you were missing, was a partner
Someone to stand with you a
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Poet, musician, university student, advocate of a New World based on freedom and justice. I don't organize to that end as much as I previously have, but feel free to note me if you need help.
Things have generally moved over to my blog at http://daintyunderground.blogspot.com/. Deviantart has never been my thing tbh except if I wanted some cheap drama to get involved in or to find strange ass people who remind me of myself in some vague w...
Oh yes, the more ambitious project I announced months back has not been finished or released. Unfortunately, as soon as I set that deadline I got creative block which made me cry. I'm not gonna set another deadline, but this shit is really coming tog...
Just got out of cool for two months and I'm working on getting a project out within the next two weeks. To me it feels like it's gonna be famous as fuck.