8 Recent Deviations
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Literature and Poetry
A Generic Horror StoryIt was a dark and stormy night.
What I MissedShameful of what intimating reality complicates
Zacchaeus and HerodIn Humility1, Zacchaeus was eager to meet Jesus.
What's wrong - they askedYou plaster a smile on your lips
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A Generic Horror Story
It was a dark and stormy night.
“What a cliché,” Colin said, ignoring the thunder. He was driving down a road through a deep, dark forest. The moon still shone brightly, partially obscured by the clouds, but the sounds of distant thunder and flash of brilliant blue lightening illuminating the sky spoke of worse things coming.
“What was that?” Sophie said. She was a short, pale woman with long brown hair. She rode beside him in the old pickup truck they were taking to their cottage.
“Nothing, sweetie,” he said, smiling. His expression didn’t touch his eyes, however, and Sophie knew him well enough to tell he was lying.
“No, tell me.”
“Well, it’s just this night. It’s such a cliché.”
“What do you mean?”
“Look at it. Full moon, sometimes covered by clouds. Lightning far off. Long road to some random cottage by a lack in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. It’s a cliché! All we
What I Missed
Shameful of what intimating reality complicates
Through the idled ways time accumulates
The shadow of myself suffocates
Passive stupidity shields aggressive reasoning
Should have been wiser, should have been understanding
To what was everything is now ending
Someday will be the one day
Maybe there will something more
To witness what I missed
Zacchaeus and Herod
In Humility1, Zacchaeus was eager to meet Jesus.
In vain curiosity and pride, Herod was waiting to meet Jesus.
Salvation came home to Zacchaeus.
Herod was left to desolation- to die in sin.
1. Humility- that is willing to welcome Jesus with all heart.
Humility- that is repentant and joyfully willing to accept God's salvation.
What's wrong - they asked
You plaster a smile on your lips
While you can't feel your face
The muscles seem hard and rusting
Sorrow mummifies your skin
Your chest is a gilded cage
Air passes but nothing moves
Breath is not sanctified and grants no life
Your limbs are limp but move still
By force of the unseen last wisps of strength
That hold on to their duties like cornered warriors
Your thoughts move hindered by the quicksands
Poured by the veins of dried bloody mud
From a battlefield that raged decades ago,
Where the crows still come peck the eyes of the fallen
Yet your eyes are still fixed on that battle
The fallen rest but soon rise to fell each other
And you remember what was while you stand
In the midst of what still is and remember what
is to come and live what never was
Knight ( part 3 )
I visited Sir Galahad while he slept, and when he awoke so surprised to greet me, I broke his back.
I came to you as a ghost, a thief in the night.
The fatal flaw in the knights quest, the cut that runs through the heart of virtue.
But we'll never sell our promises, no matter what happens.
Oh I promise I can shatter this ice, I'll melt this never ending winter.
And I'll do anything to bring back those summer feelings.
We'll break through all this madness, as every castle is destined to crumble to dust.
So whisper your sweet voice in my ears... oh dear god... sing your breath in my ear while I swing the maul.
And I laid here before and after it all fell to listen to the perfect silence of these fountains of paradise.
Break open the old chests, polish the old coins and jewels, they will still shine as brightly, or perhaps brighter than ever before...
Tumble the mail in walnut shells, think of how it will gleam so sharp.
Paint my helmet and plume in black, for I no longer ride in white.
Sometimes I get Lost
I spent a lot time understanding
Forgetting that time isn’t forgiving
I am alone thinking of dreaming
I have trouble losing you
Time after time finding you are new
Spaces between years get damaged by change
Hello! I already miss you
Someday I will find a way back
Until then I will to keep loving…