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What do you want? by archangl, literature

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What do you want?

Dream now, see in your mind the Knight. Follow that star into the flesh. Pour the plasma of imagination into a mold; Limit and constrain it, bind love to expectation. Golden waves, or Dark curls. Hazel eyes or ebony flesh. Tall, squared jaw, fluent in Dickenson, Versed in all arts of song and romance. Feet that live to dance, Infinite patience to shop and good taste in shoes. What the Hell Do you want? Golden founts of precious or erupt. Spilling fourth men of adamant and tender hearts. Do you not see past the exterior; Can you not see brutal loyalty for social awkwardness? Do you believe a theological mind and sensitive spirit

I continue by archangl, literature

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I continue

With my eyes closed I can still feel the warmth of the cave. Behind the granite sentinel with her flaming sword, Torches lit, chains undone Fires burning, casting golden welcoming light. My eyes open to dark, grey, green waves pounding the distant shore, Frigid wind wrapping around my legs, my body. The precipice feels sharp beneath my toes. I spread my arms and listen to the sea, It calls to me, calling me from this place that feels safe. It sings to me the songs of sirens, Telling me to find adventure in the waves: searching for new harbors. My own spirit squirms, as a suited boy on Sunday morning. Are there other islands that I

First steps by archangl, literature

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First steps

Little ship upon the sea Tossed by waves and wind I change my course at the sight of the storm Violent furry shatters my vessel on green isle I wonder past the beaches in search of the island's heart In the center I see twin pools Tinged by living green flames under the rippled surface Between them is a being clothed in white chained to the cliff of stone BEWARE! 'These waters will consume the soul and bind the flesh' I wade in unafraid and determined I drink and sink willingly into the cool waters I wake to see my arms chained, my legs bound I am fastened to granite ridge Along the path I see the figure of my twin I call out:

My journey by archangl, literature

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My journey

Dark storms hunt my dreams, I remember them in my waking hours. The violent upheaval of the ocean, I felt the chords of my life snap in my hands. Marooned on islands of deception I was lost. Thinking it euphoria I swam in those cool waters, I saw my flesh grow pale, my eyes darken, the sun itself was dimmed. In desperation I crafted a mighty ship; Forming it from the steel of my will, Welding its seams with the fire of my broken heart. In this ship of salvation I broke free from the dark isles by the hand of God I escaped. And by His hand again the spray of the sea blinded my eyes, So that my mighty vessel was broken upon the bo

The Narrow Path by archangl, literature

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The Narrow Path

When we first began the light burned brightly, Now how many have strayed from this path I still tread? So intent on the path and it's destination was I that I forsook all, I charged ahead, head down unseeing. I did not see as those that had set out with me began to slow, I looked to the Son so far from me I failed to recognize Him beside me. I did not see them turn aside, Did not see them step off the path And follow the soft grassy trails. Can forgiveness be given for letting a brother fall? All the dark evils within my own heart, Can not compare to this one fault. Can all the good in the world atone for one Brother or sister w

What is in a name by archangl, literature

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What is in a name

Defined before my first breath; My life shrunken, shriveled into a single word. The details hidden in the fleshy folds of the letters; The pain, the joy, triumph and failer; Trimmed, pruned, miniaturized until it shapes itself into a sound. A single syllable. A prophecy and history rolled into one; What I have been, what I will be, what I must be. A fate that will be carved in stone on my death; Until slowly the rain and wind ebb it away; And I pass into legend. I am owned, that is what it says; My name pronounces my master. I am a slave, bought with a price; I am no longer my own. I am a weapon, wielded in battle; My edges sh

Night of Pride by archangl, literature

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Night of Pride

Night replaces day, and the stars be come my suns; Shining shards intangibly interwoven. The web of a cosmic spider, bloated on the dreams of man; Dreams that soar too high and are caught, in her invisible web. Drawn by the tantalizing cool of their distant fire; So far away their molten surface seems as Ice. Calling out for the feet of dreams to walk upon them; To slide across their polished faces. I dream I hope in their radiant false light; Daring all and fearing nothing. Danger nearer so near, and yet feels so far; Under the suns of other worlds. I dram of greatness I dram of the damned waling as the blessed; I dream unde

future I will have Chosen by archangl, literature

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future I will have Chosen

Images break on my mind; Waves of consciousness splitting into fragments. Memories of a life time splintered into still frames; Frozen sculptures of what was. Blank sheets stretching out before craving ink; Thirsting for its oily taste. Dreams and fears, passion and cold iron heart; Unmoved unable to be rooted. Fear trembles at my door shaking my blood; The past written in unalterable lines, judgments passed; Sentence still being served. The future my prison, my parole, my paradise. Chained since birth to unalterable death; Bound to one future I will choose. The web of my life follows a single thread; Who I am what I will be ba

Broken by archangl, literature

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Broken

Broken shards of dreams never dared to think; Litter my desolate heart. Hot scorching winds scrap this desert's sand; Every drop of life giving water, Squeezed from me as I hurried from my orbit. A broken satellite falling a flame toward man tainted earth; So far from my signal, torn from my source. The thunder of my landing already echoes in my ears; Visions of broken twisted metal burning in the night I am a human catastrophe. God forgive, for my lack of faith I know I will endure; My heart is torn my Lord the pieces already prepared to be scattered as ashes. Not my funeral but my birth, Lord burn me and raise my from my own a

Eye of the storm by archangl, literature

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Eye of the storm

The world was frozen for a moment; Stuck in a second, the blinding flash left no shadow. The dark crushed back snuffing out the brilliance; A roar tore the sky. It rolled across the heavens; A great battering ram against the silence. The air shuddered, the ground trembled; Bone and flesh reverberate with its power. Brutal storm from such bright eyes; A grief beneath the surface. Great surges that crash against your smile; Waves that overflow from your eyes. I have seen your smile make many days bright; Your touch bring comfort; And your heart, bring strength. I have seen your passion and love for Him; Your faith gives others f

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Whispers by archangl, literature

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Whispers

Whispers slide past me, scraping my soul, I feel their silken fingers like fire on my mind. They speak in dark tongues, Languages long lost to the human ear. They speak in hauntings, half dream visions that stalk my eyes. Silver voices echo in my ebony mind, Synapses spark freezing thought. Liquid emotion hangs, icicles in my soul, Razor points pressing into the armor of my heart. Electric fire jumps nerve to nerve, A rapid fire strobe, creating freeze frame images of violent conflict. Emotion spears crack and splinter on steel sides. In the dark where no though stirs, Save random blasts, of inconsistent illumination seeking p

Song of the Rock by archangl, literature

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Song of the Rock

I see in the middle of this storm tossed sea; A broken, jagged, edifies of black obsidian stone. Rising out of the waters, like the broken bones of an ancient giant; Foaming waves crash against the mighty fortress. Lightning cracks the sky; Thunder shakes the very air in violent complaint. Torrential water crashes from sky and earth, against the stone; In the midst of apocalyptic siege, I see the pink of flesh. Clinging desperately, white knuckled, I see her; Holding tightly to the rock. Waves crash down on her soft body; Pounding her against unforgiving stony claws. Wind slashes at her body; Cold cutting deeply into her soul. T

Ode to Morning by archangl, literature

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Ode to Morning

This disease of self clogs my veins Cancer oozing out my pours Volcanic coughs spewing blood This body tainted, darkened Sin's corrupting touch has withered Good soul, oxymoron, bitter heart Grieved God, Sodom and Gomorrah saintly What was crucified, a dream? That sleep now is my savior and my strength Baal-pillow tempting mistress of the night Clings to me at dawns first light Dishonor shrugged away As I intend to stay Tightly wrapped in warm embrace Coveting endless ecstasy of black BE GONE! Goddess why do I succumb? Gentle arms of heat wrap This wretched corpse in macabre lust I serve myself not my God Hear My Lamenta

His Path by archangl, literature

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His Path

My thoughts stumble in the darkness, groping; Whispered words slide past ears hidden in ebony air. Lost striving for a single spark, Where is the candle in the window to mark the way. Searching heart seeks a truth and yet deigned; Fire of One Truth turns the dark to shadows. Turn from shapeless hauntings toward unbroken light; Not as a path but as the end, The Pursuit. One path wide and easy another narrow and near impassible; My foot leads on toward hardship. Bloody hands and broken heart scrape across jagged stone; Blazing sun scorches skin, pealing, chapped I walk torn. Clothes hang from flesh wrapped bones; Bloody knees and

Comon Vessle by archangl, literature

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Comon Vessle

I was a broken, disgusting common vessel, placed by some unwitting hand on the Master\'s table. For what purpose I was originally created, for what I was designed I have no knowledge. I sat there in front of Him trembling; shaking, the wine inside me shuddered at my touch and was tainted by my impurity. I quaked when I saw his hand coming near his eyes on some other thing; He reached confidently for me as if it were some familiar action and took me to His lips to drink. I shut my eyes tight tears forming before the His wrath could even come to being. I felt it as He poured the vile drink onto His Holy tongue; my blood froze as it was vio

Monstrous Evil by archangl, literature

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Monstrous Evil

A man sits in the back reaches of the café, just far enough that the light does not quite reach him. He sips his coffee and watches the patrons and servers. His face is covered with a few days growth, his hair is pushed back from his face as though an after thought. A dark trench coat hangs on the back of the opposing chair. A faded sweater and old blue jeans cover his frame, one that almost seems inverted on its self. He swirls the dark liquid in his cup and takes another drink. He is not thirsty, cold, or tired; he drinks simply to do something. He watches as a middle aged man enters strafed by a young boy who bounds with energy.

Imagined Touch by archangl, literature

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Imagined Touch

Imagined Touch Golden sand scorched by the bright blazing glory of the now setting sun, Red tongues of flame, and purple fingers spread out toward the west. Gentle waves lick the shore, lapping up the heat of the day; The salty air fills my lungs, and burns my nose. I walk on, the sand squeezing up between my toes; The waves whisper softly speaking to my ears. Patience dear heart, I hear, and the voice calms my soul, like sweet water to thirsty embers. The wind brushes past, a warm, gentle, caress on my hand; It entwines my fingers, and then is gone. A soft thin scarf slips across my face, carried by the breeze; The scent of honey

Rainning by archangl, literature

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Rainning

Tiny artillery shells thump against the ground exploding in a fantastic shower of muddy water. The harmless bombardment of heaven falls on earth, making the soil darker and the grass greener. I slowly swing back and forth; the gentle screech of the steel hinge is some how comforting. My fingers trace familiar patterns in the wood beside me, scraping along half a dozen coats of paint, and long years of wear. Soft thunder rolls across the sky lightning flashes far in the distance. The sky is covered in an incandescent blanket; splotches of black and gray mark the white illumination pouring from behind. The rain comes down, with out mali

birthday joy by archangl, literature

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birthday joy

I feel the thunder of heaven's dew, Falling softly as snow flakes on a child's' nose. Raining bullets that pierce my body and tare my soul; Small bombs that explode, shredding flesh and bone. The gentle song of the angels floats on a summer breeze; Shaking ground and shuddering air. Flaming wind carrying Holy flame; The air itself toxic to my lungs. Wounds inflicted by wish bugs and flower petals; Swords shatter tomorrow or yesterday. Iron will and invincible fortress protect; Today-I am exposed, naked pink flesh against the fresh spring day. Spring; vile weapon of hell's convention; Sweet scents and great blue skies. Seem

I say Come by archangl, literature

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I say Come

I say to you Come! I say to the dark blades of Hell's torment: Come! Heaven's fangs already have my soul, What can Hell do to a man tormented by heaven? Bring your flaming arrows, shall I fear? Shall I cower; shall I even hide my tears? What can the gates of hell to do this soul; That the gates of heaven have not already done? Come Lord, Break Me! Shatter me, throw me in your fire again; For I would not fear the things of hell. Adonai, Burn my soul until it is cleansed, Wash me with Your blood Jesus, Make me clean! Can this heart be broken? Too many calluses, too many scars, Too much stone, and not enough flesh. Thus armored w

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Loves not like that by ChaoticDreams, literature

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Loves not like that

Day one I say I love you, day two you love me too, at least thats what you say, as you play me as a fool. Week one Im lost with out you, Week two hes taken your place. He is so much better. And "Oh a much cuter face." Month one your just a memory, Month two not even that, I dont even notice you, now that Im seeing Matt. But I was truely in love with you, just like all the others, they too all broke my heart, I then moved on to their brothers. I know what love is, all these girls say, but this is what happens, every single day. They talk about love, and all of their men, but within a month, Ive heard of at least 10. She

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Current Residence: Nairobi Kenya currently
Favourite cartoon character: that would be me
Personal Quote: Don't doubt in the darkness what you knew in the light.

Favourite Movies

LOTR, spider-man, Black hawk down, the incredibles, spirder-man2

Favourite Writers

Tolkien

Favourite Games

Zelda, setalers of catan, super smash brothers

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my sofa

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writting, Anime, comics, people

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archangl

Dec 5, 2006

2 years later

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In truth I can't really believe that this account still works...any way for those who actualy use this sight more often than once a month my account is probably not that exciting.  well that and I am not a visual artist...goes with the territory I suppose.  right now I am in Kenya doing missions work.  I like it a lot here.  So many people in america can't understand why some one would want to live any where but there...and if there is nothing but this life I guess I would agree.  it is reletivly safe, there is lots of money to be made and lots of pleasuer to be bought but in the end we all die so what is the point? I guess I am just saying

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archangl

Jan 18, 2004

back!

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Sorry it takes me so long to get back in the swing of things, a lot has been on my mind.  doubting what I am doing here, why am half a contenent away from those I love doing A&P school when I am not even sure this is what I want.  I guess I have a ton of questions about myself about where I am going and if I even want to get to the end of the path I am on now.  maybe I need to travel...I don know, I guess I'm just not sure how passionate about aircraft I am.  all these guys in class are super psyched about planes and I'm just not that excited.  I guess I'll figure it out eventualy, the waiting is really bogus thouh.

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archangl

Dec 17, 2003

Christmas

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well I'm off to Texas today.  No I'm not from there, I moved out to Washington state for school, and my rents moved to texas...you'd think they were avoiding me...only I still have to come on holidays...Hmmmmm.  Actualy I love my Parents and can't wait to see them.  The only person I want to see more than them Is my wonderful and amazing girlfriend, who alas is in Chicago, where I used to be from, and is not going to be in texas at christmas :sniff sniff: Okay no more crying have a merry Christmas all!

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Endless-Imagination

May 23, 2005

Nice Poetry ^_^

me gonna watch you now

srha

Feb 25, 2004

thanks alot for adding [link] to your favourites

canasian

Dec 13, 2003

*sprinkles some lime and cherry flavouring on it...*

*SPLAT!* You've been hit by a snowball!! This is the beginning of the 2003 - 2004 deviantart snowball fight!!! Choose three of your friends.... and hit them with some snowballs!! (to do that, just copy paste this message to their account) The only rule is, you can't hit me back!! Bwah ha ha ha ha!!! Good luck, and try not to get hit!!

-and it's a yummy snowball

canasian

Dec 5, 2003

you're right. Respect starts somewhere-- but it can also be lost... (after a while... it takes a while)

archangl

Dec 5, 2003

I agree but It can also be restored. I find that the hardest things to do are the things that most desperatly need to be done. I often hope, and want, and feel it is necessary that some one else step up and do those things. But where the greater are unavalible the lesser must act, or no one will. And that is the most terrifying thing I know of.

canasian

Dec 6, 2003

yea, i'm waiting and open to restoration-- of course...

i'm gonna watch u-- maybe we can talk more later?
u seem to have very nice insights... thank you very much

archangl

Dec 6, 2003

Be happy to any time! and Thanks for the watch...I figured out how to watch some one once...then I forgot...Hmm maybe I can figure it out again...