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Carmine Enchantment by TheSundowner, literature

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Carmine Enchantment

Lauds of sanguine luminesence Brought the stature of your glow Priceless vibrant asterism Incandescent in your show Such a structure highly rutile Breathless kings have withered fast Delivered from Arcadia Impassioned to the last Ardent beauty veiled in corners Flames pervaded every part Imitations for pretenders Healing virtue for my heart Holy burdens keep you fragile With hues from laws divine The rancours make you hardy But nature made you mine

Grail of Sadness by TheSundowner, literature

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Grail of Sadness

To steal the chalice of a king And drink the stolen wealth To gain your untold happiness One sip to toast 'good health' Though just a taste is ne'er enough This thirst for love so pure Return the vessel to your lips And dare to take one more But beware your fervent avarice For unknown is its spell The cup ignores the immature Young men still grace in hell Whilst fires burn the heavens And the sorrow reaps instead The grail, you'll keep on reaching To imbibe until you're dead

Conquering Quicksilver by TheSundowner, literature

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Conquering Quicksilver

On finding hidden sunsets By the Danube's sombre flow The unsureness of your radiance This allurement in your glow I tasted unknown treasures From a threat I yearned to own A cure for ceaseless heartache No limits for my throne I tamed a wild Bucephalus But could not hold its reins Like Samson in the darkness Beguiled inside her chains With each content ephemeron Now just a hollow thought How your elements betrayed me Not the one that I first sought Her labile composition Has poisoned this pure soul My blood forever tainted My future, no control The end now edging nearer With pants of fragile breath Lie wreaths of Vinca

Avalon by TheSundowner, literature

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Avalon

Beyond a mist of unknown dread, Lie lands of hoarded fantasy, Free passage for the brave who tread, To paradise through blinded seas. Concealed to myth with Arthur's reign, In modern shrouds to hide all fears, Now castles grand are bleak remains An aftermath from stringent peers Show symphonies for suffered souls, Observe the sense of sudden ends, Speak elegies for life's last tolls, As solitude breeds love's portends. A distant prize from worlds oppressed, This mercy seat no longer lost, On promised shores I now can rest, My Rubicon is finally crossed.

Edible HandGrenades by TheSundowner, literature

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Edible HandGrenades

Are these fit to be eaten ? This amiable ammo, upon my partisan plate How long must we devour these duds? Before a friendly one goes off. Sitting in secrecy, I tuck in to what I'm told to. Forcibly digesting this compulsory cuisine. How piquant the taste, this palatable propaganda, This 'a la carte' autocracy on mismatching menus. Now the Double Agent diners are more concerned if a chew is a swallow, or a swallow a chew Spying over my shoulder to govern my etiquette Yesterdays walls live tomorrow's regression the same old paint layered over the last staging another predictable epiphany I think ill have a live round please wai

Phantasmagoria by TheSundowner, literature

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Phantasmagoria

I stumbled on an unknown glade, with umbered steps, through forests dark, my lambent flame began to fade, a final blink of lantern spark. Though through a veiled and murky copse, another light lured me astray, and made a quivering heartbeat stop, a spectral glow spurred me its way. What was this phantom in the wood? Heaven's guard or Hellish slave? its visage under shrouded hood, awaiting over shallowed grave. An astral soul or pallid wraith? of hiemal white infernal guise, to banish all agnostic faith, to consummate distempered minds. I pinstepped close with fervent zeal, with puzzled fright and constant dread, to answer m

Blood Moon by TheSundowner, literature

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Blood Moon

Red as the eyes that revere it, Red as the blood that it spends, Shining with dominant virtue, Seducing the world to an end. Soliciting rancorous torture, to reap the abyss of unknown, and father a spiritless wasteland, For the children of midnight to roam. So one last lament for the suffering, As the Sun becomes tired and cold, Its time for the light to relinquish, Its time for the Moon to take hold.

Zephyr of The Night by TheSundowner, literature

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Zephyr of The Night

The wind kisses necks of the carefree, Transparent to those who are pure, Leaving its debt to the blameless, Blackened and still, on the shore. Colder than bleak death row tundra, Amassing the cries of the mourned, Surrender your arms to this tempest, Yield to the breath of the scorned. Wreaking his master's destruction, Seeking out submissive souls, To capture all honest arrivals, To slave in oblivion's hold. No rapture for holy redemption, The pyres of the netherworld burn, As darkness seals Heaven's horizon, Here cometh Hell's final return.

Intimate Renaissance by TheSundowner, literature

Waiting For Lassitude by TheSundowner, literature

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Waiting For Lassitude

Intendment dies amidst the blight, like fading dreams from weary minds, alone beneath perplexing skies, so innocent and heteroclite. Atropos signs through drowsy eyes, for destiny's despondent blind, the saviour of insipid's climb, the cutter of these tortured times. A specious urge for Belladonna, or prayer to end this masterdom, now hibernation's deed is done, come somnolence for fate's tomorrow.

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Carmine Enchantment by TheSundowner, literature

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Carmine Enchantment

Grail of Sadness by TheSundowner, literature

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Grail of Sadness

Conquering Quicksilver by TheSundowner, literature

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Conquering Quicksilver

Avalon by TheSundowner, literature

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Avalon

Edible HandGrenades by TheSundowner, literature

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Edible HandGrenades

Phantasmagoria by TheSundowner, literature

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Phantasmagoria

Blood Moon by TheSundowner, literature

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Blood Moon

Zephyr of The Night by TheSundowner, literature

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Zephyr of The Night

Intimate Renaissance by TheSundowner, literature

Waiting For Lassitude by TheSundowner, literature

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Waiting For Lassitude

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Single Mom Spaghetti by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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Single Mom Spaghetti

Stubby little fingers chubby little hands wrist-high in hamburger meat punch it to a pulp. Tonight we're having our favourite, Single Mom Spaghetti the stove's all fired up and the stick of spaghetti starts to turn mushy and starts to swim in the sloppy pot. I lay on the second hand couch clutching a bag of frozen peas to my hollow head. She starts to pat out the meatballs the small hands turning worms of pink meat into solid brown balls. The lovemaking sounds of the meat compressing together, brings back memories of her ghost father, who haunts the next state over. The soft sizzle of bubbling grease cools my thought

Blood Call by RetroZombie, literature

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Blood Call

Her footsteps echo hollowly through the darkness as she moves through pools of lantern light. Young and fair, she walks with confidence, holding no dread for the shadows that surround her. She senses the presence of her guardian angel. From the shadows he watches her. The fragrance of her living blood reaches him even there. Strong and sweet it calls to the need of his cursed body. Yet he remains still, and lets her pass, as he does every other night. As she moves out of sight the shadows stir, scattering in all directions; silent as the grave. Potent hunters of the night - yet none will touch her. For they know that he, the grea

red earth by criondeighain, literature

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red earth

i took a fall today i spilt more of me right out of that broken jar i watched a pair of hands today yes i watched his hands on her back proclaiming possession but what a pretty sight it was i smelt burning today the scent of smoke heavy in the air melting flesh on fire charred with forced desire i dreamt of roses today filled with thoughts of those blood petals fluttering to the equally stained earth red clay crumbling beneath our humanity on bright days you almost can't see the tears left behind by the stars that night when everything you once thought you knew had faded away&

The Tornado in the Drain by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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The Tornado in the Drain

The water combs my hair a lock falls across my mouth the scratchy feel of fur. Water beads on the smooth plastic side, like eyes they stare at my nakedness. A long curled hair, a lone crusader swims in the running water to the tornado in the drain. Like Dorothy whisked from Kansas, the crusader heads for waters unknown, the land of Oz. My feet, are the fleshy anchors mooring me from the easy answer so that I don't go down with it. I lay languidly like a noodle in a bowl of steaming soup the frothy broth marinates my body the heat makes me dumb drugged and s l o w it makes me forget what I have do

Your Photograph by theroadlesstraveled, literature

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Your Photograph

the smudged fingerprints on the glass frame and the sticky square from the price tag that I bought on sale; Seems more real than your synthetic smile or the rehearsed pose, yet sheltered by four walls of imitation gold. Then I remember that ghosts aren't real. Dust dances in the light

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Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Northern Hemisphere
Favourite photographer: Kevin Carter et Ken Oosterbroek (Bang Bang Club), Simon Norfolk
Operating System: 206 bones & flexible tissue
Personal Quote: Flowers are simply tarts; prostitutes for the bees

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Pollock, Rothko

Favourite Movies

Messrs Nolan, Lynch. Super Coen Bros.

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New Fast Automatic Daffodils

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Palahniuk, Coupland, Easton-Ellis, S'Thompson, Camus, Kafka

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Gray Matter & Poisoned Quill

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TheSundowner

Jun 17, 2010

a nobodys return

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Put up yer dukes im back baby......................

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TheSundowner

Feb 16, 2006

I am The Lord of the Dance Settee

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"Dance dance, wherever you may be, i am the Lord of the dance settee" i love mondegreens, hee hee whats your fave peeps ?? also i knew a girl who thought a line in the song "games without frontiers" by Peter Gabriel "Jeux sans frontières"  actually said "She's so funky, Yeah!"  HAHHA classic!

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TheSundowner

Feb 7, 2006

Back-ack-ack-ack-ack

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I was bored I was the Chairman of the bored!! Im back, finally moved out and got tinternet access again New House! New ideas?    maybe?!?!? just catching up with all the deviations you have done bare with me love grandad

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Tuishimi

Dec 1, 2020

I wish you would make another comeback. Hope you are doing well!

Tuishimi

Aug 8, 2013

Hope all is well with you!

heres johnny!

It has been a long time, friend. How are you?

Velveteen-Life-Dance

Jan 9, 2007

You wake up in a red room with no windows and doors, DON'T panic.. you're just in my heart!!! Send this to all the friends you want to keep forever...

Today is Bestfriend Day. Send this to all of your friends, and me if I am one. If you get 7 back you are LOVED!!! Here are the numbers of what kind of friend you are based on how many you get back..

1-3 ~ you're a bad friend
4-6 ~ you're an okay friend
7-9 ~ you're a good friend
10+ ~ you're great friend

caveatLECTOR

Nov 19, 2006

I really miss you, you old brickie.

Velveteen-Life-Dance

Oct 25, 2006

Today Is Bestfriend Day.
Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am 1.
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!

1-3 you're a bad friend
4-6 you're an ok friend
7-9 you're a good friend
10-& Up you're a great friend

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