Love for a GoddessO Goddess!To thee I giveMy entire bodyAnd my entire soul!O Goddess!Fill me withYour presence andDevour me whole!O Goddess!Let me findSanctuary inYour blessedTomb!O Goddess!Make me aPart of youAnd return meTo your Womb!
Dark GoddessDark GoddessWrap me up in yourDark, shadowy blanketAnd squeeze my life awayDark GoddessKiss me with yourBlack, poisonous lipsAnd infect me.Dark GoddessBury me aliveAnd make me becomeFood for your garden.Dark GoddessMake me yoursAnd never let go.
Helios and LunaOne gives usWarmthThe other controlsThe tides.One gives usDayThe other stays with usDuring the night.One is calledHeliosThe other is calledLuna.
Celestial MemoriesCelestial Memories:When we saw stars asSmall bright dotsNot giant balls of fire.Celestial Memories:When we saw the moonAnd thought to ourselves"Who is that man on it?"And now we no longer care.Celestial Memories:When we wonder whyThe Sun leaves at nightBut now we knowIts always there.Celestial Memories,Childhood Memories
Cleansing RitualGoddess of lightGoddess of might,Cleanse my houseOf the blight.I give you an offeringWith this chalice,Make it freeOf evil and malice.Goddess of lightGoddess of might,Cleanse my houseOf the blight.I give you an offeringWith this chalice,Make it freeOf evil and malice.
Midnight (Suicide Awareness Day)We have so little timeOn this EarthYet some thinkThat their lives areToo long.So they turn the dialOn their clock of lifeTo twelve o clock midnightAnd end their livesPrematurely.So...I ask you allTo treat each otherWith love and kindessLest another soulTurns their dialTo midnight too.
Massochist for LoveLove is pain, love is soreGuess that makes meA masochistic whore,Cause your loveMakes me as happyAs a turtle-dove.
BurningThe heatFrom the firesFueled by fearAnd hate.The firesThat burnedEvery "witch"And every innocent.Those firesAre ARCTICCompared to theFires burningIn our hearts!
CrawlNever give upNever lose hopeCause even ifYou lose your legsYou can stillCrawl to very end.
Dear DeviantArt, Are We A Porn Shop ?When was the body of a half-naked woman valued over the stroke of a pencil which once bled the imagination of the artists themselves.When was a woman sprawled on a bed, legs inviting all to come inside, like a torn down library preferred over a world so distant, so surreal, that the artists heartbreak and tears all splattered across a canvass which beckoned all to come in, to lose themselves in this distant world.When was effort traded for the flash of privileged?When was the photograph of scenario so harsh to the eyes, yet full of emotion, pain and sadness so easily cast aside for the backside of a barbie-looking girl?That hate I harbor for pictures such as those, pictures that only the skinny girl can take, the perfect girl can take, the beautiful can take has been tamed for two years until recently. It seems, Deviant Art, that you've lost sight of your purpose, let society pull your reigns. You go with the crowd now, don't you, chose selectively only what is pleasing to th
Hand of GodWe all find our destinyIf we choose to be in the hand of GodWe serve our purposeWith joy and happiness to accompany usIf we choose to go through it with tender heartsWe could live a life without despair, destruction, and devastationIf we choose to see the good and badWe could all see the right pathIf we choose to be in tuned with the spiritual of within and among usWe create the path we walk onWith the help from FateBut our destiny is written in stoneAnd it we choose so,Our destiny is the light at the end of the pathIf you choose to see itIf you choose to be in the hand of God.
9 years9 years is a rapist getting jailed and released twice in a row.9 years is what it takes for a human to grow from a screaming pile of blubber and cartillage, into a physically fully independent person with an actual life to talk of.9 years is longer than a two-term US presidency or German chancellorship9 years is Gilad Shalit, almost twice9 years is almost halfway into a murder sentence in Germany9 years is 3/4 of Hitler's reign and countless dead9 years is what it takes to change from a dumb teen, to a mother of several kids9 years is how long my dog was on a chain, producing puppies and being emotionally and physically neglected, and her personality shows no trace of that.
I Don't Believe in Valentine's DayRoses are redViolets are blueIf I had one wishThat would ever come trueI'd wish for a worldWhere people understandTo think before they speakTo stop making brandsTo stop gaining pleasureFrom others' painTo be able to seeThat there's nothing to gainFrom pressing someoneTo the point of no returnFrom causing a lonely person'sHeart to burnJust stop making funAnd stop causing hateJust STOPTempting fate.And start loving someoneNot for how they lookWhen it comes to people's heartsYou didn't write the bookLove someoneWhether they're gay or straightWhether they're jocks or nerdsNo matter what weightMoney doesn't matterAnd neither does raceReligious or notBe the first to embraceAnyone and everyoneNo matter how farNo matter your opinionNo matter who they areMaybe if that happened,If we all pitched right in,I might believe in Valentine's day again.
The MaskBehind the maskHonesty is law,Emotions are raw.Behind the maskLies dont thrive,Nor even survive.Behind the maskMany tears fall,Hearing the call.Behind the maskIntentions are true.