|"And I have seen true strength in you."|
|“It's a funny thing about stories. It doesn't feel like you make them up, more like you find them. You type and type and you know you haven't got it yet, because somewhere out there, there's that perfect thing -- the unexpected ending that was always going to happen. That place you've always been heading for, but never expected to go.”|
The Way Home - [A Thank you]I have been shaken upThe Way Home - [A Thank you] by The-Longfall-of-1979
and I must take your hand
because things have happened in such a way.
As for your anointing with the written word, I feel I can't compare --
but I must write about the visage
of a woman who burns.
And if this captain were to embrace you
I would allow the bones in my forearms
if it meant "You. Closer to me."
I just didn't think there would be anyone to welcome me home.
But the way home has looked like this:
paper cranes, terra cotta eyes,
a cardinal-hued grace
lower-cased letters [because they are quieter]
and a girl with a beautiful, fiery mane---
The way home bends:
Towards Strength, towards Gentleness.
Alongside powerful wrists that can write such words, shaped like iron
crafted to help speed the healing of shattered bones.
Such words can realign my spirit, calibrate my feet's compass
so that life becomes sacred again
so that redemption and prophecy might be carried out.
That history be reclaimed
That destiny be <
“You have something about you that places you above.”
One of my loved ones (I call her blue) said such things about my spirit
And I wonder about my lineage.
Who is the one that had this before me?
I have my father's eyes (porcelain skin, strong arms)
I've been grafted with the phoenix in my mother's spirit.
But they are not brushed Azure.
I've seen my grandmother's array of skills,
and have imagined the architectural grace Of my mother's father.
But what sort of mix of Spaniard and Heavenly blood could I have inherited,
such blood that makes One of my loved ones (I call her blue) say;
I see royalty in you.
The words of the Carpenter guided her lips
And it struck a thought in my heart.
There’s roots and words for everything and
I feel to seek the generational blessings in my veins.
But I wonder who was the one who first had the mark. Who did I inherit my bones from?
Who was the poet and the soldier and Seeker before me?
There had to have been others who were brushed before I.
Did you make it? Did you take your piece of earth and dye it brilliantly?
Did you have a Crimson crane or
A blue ocean-dweller for company
Were you blessed with Heroes for friends; who speak with more than words?
Were you equipped with the flame of a dragon's loyalty and did you read the legends of brilliant hue?
I've lived for two decades (not long)
And I realize that my life is not my own.
Or rather it is
But only my own in order to be sacrificed
in the name of a higher blood.
In order to seek the name of purpose and the face of a never-ending pursuit.
I'm not the favorite son, I'm not the precious first born
I've been told I'll never be able to do as much as my brother
That I'm not the priority
That I don't need to go as far
or have as much strength
because of my shell (Terrible eyes, soft lips)
But who was it that was also told these things.
A man I love, dressed in blue
Who was damned to be half-blind and sick
And yet refused the curse and became.
I am filled with such blood.
I sleep too much, or not enough
because I wish to grow.
And I promise I will never abandon my company,
nor abuse the loyalty of those
who love me.
I'll take the brush in my hands (soaked with liquid gold) And smear its color across my eyes.
Don’t ever let me forget
that I wish to be true and forever deep, simmering with quiet power.
(I like to think I'm professional.)|
Current Residence: Every star that ever was.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Anything medium or above. (But not too above)
Print preference: Idk man just print your own printery prints
Favorite genre of music: A lot of the Lots of things out there.
Favourite photographer: jaydoncabe, Renée Tooley, Matthew Odmark, Connie Imboden, PopeSaintVictor, Charlie Lowell, Jaime Ibarra.
Favourite style of art: Old Photography. Gritty conceptual art, Japanese art, children's illustrations, Comical and cartoonishy, Typography, lots of things from the emotional side of the artistic side of the moon------and just basically anything that catches my eye!
Operating System: GLaDOS
Shell of choice: one with a ghost in it.
Wallpaper of choice: Scenery stuff, pictures of cool panes, anything Sengoku Basara, Marvel, Doctor who, instrument photography, some black and White Photography, and the like.
Skin of choice: mine's great, thanks.
Personal Quote: "Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies."
The Doctor: Melody! Hello Melody Pond.
Rory: Melody Williams.
Amy: Is a geography teacher. Melody Pond is a super hero.
The Doctor talking to Melody: Well, yes-- I suppose she does smell nice. Never really sniffed her. Maybe I should give it a go.
"Run, you clever boy-- and remember me."