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What Cannot Be . . .What Cannot Be . . . by DerekWhat Cannot Be . . .
In the light of lightning, in the roar of thunder, we wandered the miseries of ecstasy, and the bliss of nothing but pleasure, you smiled obscenely, and came upon me, blasphemous prince of thy darkling wonder.
Of horrors that cannot, will never be named, in joyous union, in silence, in quietus, with the spoken word will never be defamed.
Stretching to hear The Call in singular resolve, we broke the boundaries without, and within, no absolution to be given, no sins to absolve, we gave, and give of ourselves, to illim
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Blades of The SoulBlades of The Soul by DerekBlades of The Soul
Biting, it bites, and bleeding, we bleed. Its edge, cutting, we are cut: the hurt, and the comfort, we need.
This, this is the rain of The Red, so consoling in deepest of The Black. The strength, the courage, the solace: the figure, the giver, of the strength we lack.
From sorrow comes pain: our anchor, our guide. And we care not for the heavy tolls it will take. Grand Despair and Anguish--enemies of The Whole, naught but the sacrifice of Red, of Black, will you take.
We are resilient by the knowledge of
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Song of The Waters BlackSong of The Waters Black by DerekSong of The Waters Black
Upon these shores of black, I walk, and muse in fear the depths therein. I venture forth in search of absolution-- to divulge, to expel in languor, my sin.
It beckons: waves lapping at the shoals. And I lean to kiss the Waters of the Night. It steals with every caress my resilience. I cannot--I will not--struggle: this, is my vice . . .
All blessings of pity, of doubt . . . of shame: I exorcise to The Depths these wretched things. The Waters envelop me: a stranglehold embrace. Invaded, I am lost in the songs the
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The River of TearsThe River of Tears by DerekThe River of Tears
"My shadow lies before me, and I am empty . . ."
Its face is devoid of compassion, and I stare into its endless depths. It calls for me, strangling every dream, and in turn I die with each of their deaths.
The days of our innocence are gone, taken by the promise of nightfall's gloam. Chained no longer by memories of joy, too-quickly we abandon hearth and home.
Rushing to be lost in the rivers of time, we care nothing for the stones in our way. Crashing, colliding, we are broken apart-- and still we
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- Current Residence: California
- Interests: Writing--prose, poetry; art in general; male photography
- Favourite movie: A tie between Hellraiser and Wishmaster
- Favourite band or musician: Tied between Marilyn Manson and Linkin Park
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan Poe
- Favourite photographer: Good question . . . don't know.
- Wallpaper of choice: "Farewell" There are many ways to interpret it.
- Favourite game: The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Apocalypse
- Personal Quote: If the world does not, or will not, accept you . . . then, accept the world for what it is.
- Tools of the Trade: Pen and Paper/Keyboard and Printer
- Email: avatar_of_ruin@hotmail.com
- MSN: no longer used
- Yahoo: ask
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