Swirling down in a pool of yearning,
A straining heart never learning,
War between desire and sense always burning,
Distinction twixt the two never discerning.
Nonsensical words spoken with adoring eyes,
Spoken from a heart soaring though azure skies,
Teddy bears, flowers, and fervent sighs,
Upon their every glance our existence lives and dies.
Skies darken, fervor fades,
Words spoken of darker shades,
Sense and reason compromise bades,
Learning to live together weeding out our foolish charades.
Trust and understanding grounded in tender affection,
Years stretching before in one direction,
Together, two hearts, without deception
Fear
by James A. Garrison
A gnawing ache irritated by a persistent twitch,
Caught, locked, and drug into focus by a random switch,
Chilling and paralyzing to the bone,
Deep rooted in your heart has grown,
Breeding suspicion and hate it capitulates,
Into a dark hole where none are welcome but the most dismal of fates,
But hope is not lost for hope is, itself, the cure you see,
For trust and relinquishing of control will set you free,
For we have nothing to fear but fear itself you see,
And that this you comprehend is my dearest plea.
Contentment
by James A Garrison
Soft cooling breezes wafting over lush, undulant field,
Sunshine glistening off of the wounds of trees that sap has sealed,
Insects buzzing quietly in the distant background,
While the wind curls through, healing every stress to be found.
A dog yelps and races past, hard on the trail of some rabbit or cat,
In the distance boys squabble and cheer as one goes to bat,
A man two rows down sweating as he pushes a mower,
Leaning back and enjoying the shade, a cigar and book in my hands
willing the evening to go slower.
Holidays spent with loved ones,
Opening presents, sharing barbeques,
Talking of
Seven Gnomish Days
By James A Garrison
A home quaint and fair,
Twixt the roots of the mighty oak,
A solitary gnome comfortable within his lair,
His solitude not easily broke.
The sun rises on the first day,
The gnome strays from his den of solitude,
With reluctance some might say,
But he must hunt and gather for his food,
The second day has come nigh,
Home again he sits and ponders,
Time and sun tick slowly by,
As his mind randomly wanders.
Night two, day, three,
His quiet home is invaded,
Roaches swarm on a spree,
Tooth and nail he fights them off till the light is faded.
Day four comes and the roaches have gone,
But what
Mire
By James A. Garrison
Silent, mute, without a voice, he was trapped within his own mind. Blood poured from his eyes till there was nothing left but bone. Faces screeched and clawed at him, tearing him apart, tormenting his soul with fire and razor. And then the worst came; the sickening silver voice that slipped into his soul and poisoned his sanity.
You are mine, David, and I am yours. Together we are one to be given to none. Love me, my sweet, as I will always love you.
The voice permeated his being, filling his intestines and bleeding from his pores. Yet he was silent. Saying nothing and making no sound, a s
Torn
By James A. Garrison
I walk the razor, my bleeding feet balancing on infinitesimal differences,
Lies, misconceptions, and prejudged opinions pounding from both sides against my weary senses,
Battered and frayed I have to lean and push against the ones I love just to keep my perspective clear,
Yet in doing this I leave my back open for the other side to take advantage of my distracted mind,
I cannot keep this up; my mind is stretched to the brink of insanity I fear,
Death or flight, which to choose, one is harsh the other useless, there is no answer that I find.
Ignorance, it plagues both sides, am I the only one that sees it?
Ar
...
Heeheehee!
Come to Me!
I'll eat your eyes!
And then you'll cry!
But of tears there will be none!
From whence would they come?!
Spiders creeping up the wall!
The thin man he is so tall!
Chop his legs and then hell fall!
Death! Death!
Come to me!
Ill eat your eyes ..!
Wait! Wait I said that!
What a lousy chat!
Confused I am!
But I see so clear!
The deer!
It went splat!
Then I boiled it in fat!
Yum! Yum! In the Tum
It went bye bye just like gum!
Tea! Tree! Could not be!
Flee! Free!
Crazy man gone to be!
Wait! Wait! Wait thats me!
Gnash! Gash! Bash and Sash!
Fash .Wait th
Accountable
By James A Garrison
She was fair
I can bear
The pain
Memories claim
The net
Of frozen regret
Burns a hole
Within my soul
My fault
The halt
Between us
Assiduous
I was
Because
The fear
I held dear
Within
My sin
Unbreakable
Unstable
Within my walls
Of hard falls
She tried
I lied
She sought
I fought
Her break
My Mistake
Futility
By
James A. Garrison
Rise to heights bright with shine,
Slip in spit to depths of shit.
God on high, Devil bellow,
Were in middle, where do we go.
Give me a hand,
Till ya slip me the knife.
The leach will preach moral and toil,
Apply it to them and then theyll screech.
Tired of it all Ill take the fall,
Just let me go home and leave me alone
Swirling down in a pool of yearning,
A straining heart never learning,
War between desire and sense always burning,
Distinction twixt the two never discerning.
Nonsensical words spoken with adoring eyes,
Spoken from a heart soaring though azure skies,
Teddy bears, flowers, and fervent sighs,
Upon their every glance our existence lives and dies.
Skies darken, fervor fades,
Words spoken of darker shades,
Sense and reason compromise bades,
Learning to live together weeding out our foolish charades.
Trust and understanding grounded in tender affection,
Years stretching before in one direction,
Together, two hearts, without deception
Fear
by James A. Garrison
A gnawing ache irritated by a persistent twitch,
Caught, locked, and drug into focus by a random switch,
Chilling and paralyzing to the bone,
Deep rooted in your heart has grown,
Breeding suspicion and hate it capitulates,
Into a dark hole where none are welcome but the most dismal of fates,
But hope is not lost for hope is, itself, the cure you see,
For trust and relinquishing of control will set you free,
For we have nothing to fear but fear itself you see,
And that this you comprehend is my dearest plea.
Contentment
by James A Garrison
Soft cooling breezes wafting over lush, undulant field,
Sunshine glistening off of the wounds of trees that sap has sealed,
Insects buzzing quietly in the distant background,
While the wind curls through, healing every stress to be found.
A dog yelps and races past, hard on the trail of some rabbit or cat,
In the distance boys squabble and cheer as one goes to bat,
A man two rows down sweating as he pushes a mower,
Leaning back and enjoying the shade, a cigar and book in my hands
willing the evening to go slower.
Holidays spent with loved ones,
Opening presents, sharing barbeques,
Talking of
Last Prayer
By James A. Garrison
In the deepest night I say my prayers,
For in this world no other cares.
The words in fevered conscious flow,
As sweat my grimy brow does show.
My markless life is made with tears,
And precious few know all my fears.
To my God in heaven I implore,
That to my dear ones He may restore,
My life, my form, my soul, replaced,
To be with them, and in this war not waste.
I look up and I see the dawn break,
I gaze down and see my hands shake.
The day has begun,
Time to meet the red sun.
I grit my teeth,
As my sword slides into it's sheath.
My knife in it's brace,
My armor in place.
My shield held hi
The Maladrim
The Maladrim spies on hands and knees,
The land he roames as is his right,
For all evil in that land he searches and sees,
And against that evil he has purpose to fight,
For this is his land in which he dwells,
As he has for quite some time,
Ever since he won it against sorcerers spells,
For to free his land, over mountain he did climb,
To fight the sorcerer he climbed to yon cleft,
He fought valiant, his land to free,
And dead was the sorcerer ere he left,
And now, as i said, The maladrim fights the evil he happens to see.
Why You Don't Give A Squir... by EbinElm, literature
Literature
Why You Don't Give A Squir...
WHY YOU DON'T GIVE
A SQUIRREL A
PIECE OF CLAY
by James Garrison
There was a sqiurrel,
Named Furrel,
He was brown,
He was a clown,
One day,
A piece of clay,
He held within his house,
And a mouse,
Passed beneath his dwell',
A thought that was fell,
And was not tame,
Formed within his brain,
The clay stone flew,
And the mouse's noggin did it hew,
"Hey,"the mouse yelled,
"Someones goin' to get felled,"
Then the mouse heard a laughter fey,
And that is why you don't give a squirrel a piece of clay.
Pursued
by James A. Garrison
I ran, I ran, I don't know why.
A shadow percieved in the peripheral.
A dark night indeed and why should shadows move,
Shift, sift, gleam like a dream, and rise so high?
Coherency is lost, madness creeps in.
I know it's out there! Yet my sanity is questioned.
Surety that I am followed, by what demonic evil?
Mortal, mental, spiritual, physical, specter, demon, whisp, or djinn?
What it may be is immaterial indeed.
I am pursued and I do not wish to be caught.
Faster, I am master of paranoia no longer.
Shadows all around, my senses only do I heed.
Life, death, these great concerns, questions, mysteries t
Fancy Free & Changing
by James A Garrison
The Elf ran high to touch the sky.
Became a Sprite when she reached the Great Height.
Fell close to Hell.
Demonic transformation was the occasion.
Nasty Poltergeist to pull a heist.
Taken the wine, and now a Clauricaun to dine just fine.
Ran dry, so "Hi cousin Leprechaun.
A Coin so foine.
It'll purchase the mead I need."
The Drink he drank,
Deception made it's collection,
Magickal Gin to turn one into the Djinn.
Now a Genie, dang the unknown Meanie.
Good Master is the Key to set me free.
Now a Human and missing the Fun.
Shoulda stayed an Elf, couldn't help myself.
Agonizing Beauty
The beauty of her face is staggering.
Her hair is as dark and full as a flock of ravens.
The soft curve of her cheek more alluring than an oasis in the desert.
Her eyes like two pools of deepest night.
Her lips frequently curve upward in a small mischievious smile.
Her form is shapely and delicate.
Her arms and fingers long and lithe.
At the base of her slender legs,
in pllace of feet,
are two long silver spikes.
These spikes she uses to traverse the dark lake of forgotten souls.
With each step she impales a tortured spirit.
Former men look apon her and agonize over what they will never have again.
Former wome
Last Prayer
By James A. Garrison
In the deepest night I say my prayers,
For in this world no other cares.
The words in fevered conscious flow,
As sweat my grimy brow does show.
My markless life is made with tears,
And precious few know all my fears.
To my God in heaven I implore,
That to my dear ones He may restore,
My life, my form, my soul, replaced,
To be with them, and in this war not waste.
I look up and I see the dawn break,
I gaze down and see my hands shake.
The day has begun,
Time to meet the red sun.
I grit my teeth,
As my sword slides into it's sheath.
My knife in it's brace,
My armor in place.
My shield held hi
Current Residence: Deep in the bowels of your inner most horror. Favourite genre of music: Celtic Favourite style of art: Fantasy Landscape Wallpaper of choice: Monk, Bilbos_Front_Hall, Want An Apple Favourite cartoon character: Daffy Duck, Alucard Personal Quote: Forgiveness is between them and God. It's up to me to arrange the meeting.
Favourite Movies
Too many but I'd probably have to go with Lord Of the Rings
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Three Days Grace, Celtic Women, Lincoln Park, Tod Agnew, and Johny Cash
Favourite Writers
J. R. R. Tolkien
Favourite Games
Final Fantasy IX
Favourite Gaming Platform
NES and SNES
Other Interests
Books, Movies, Video Games, Wood Carving, Art in general
Hey everyone(and Santa please Pay attention) here's my Christmas list. It's mostly for family members but if any one else feels like they just have to get me something I doubt I'll complain:) Oh and bro's if you have a list feel free to post it in the comments.
Warning this list is incomplete and may be updated before Christmas.
James' Christmas List
Books:
Charles Dickens: Tale Of Two Cities, David Copperfield, Christmas Carol
Charlotte Bronte: Any but Jane Eyre
Homer: Odyssey, The Iliad
Garth Nix: Keys To The Kingdom: Superior Saturday, The Seventh Tower Series, One Beastly Beast, Shades Children, Across The Wall
J. R.
Yaaaaaayyyyy!!!! I have found myself a little friend in the form of a white and tan kitten. He came wandering up to the store where I work and it didn't look like he had an owner so I took him home with me. I'm having a hard time getting him and Lazy(my roommates dog) to get along though lol. Lazy just hops all around like she's restraining herself from eating the little morsel and the kitten keeps hissing and trying to scratch the dog. They'll get used to each other eventually though lol………I hope. I haven't decided on a name though I'm considering Solas(Gaelach for moonlight). Anyone have any suggestions?
Hallelujah!!!! I am back! Today I finally acquired a new pc after having the old burn out on me months ago. Those of you who still remember me: Hello again:) :wave: I will try to catch up with all the deviations and messages but it may take me weeks if not months to catch up so if you find me commenting on really old stuff don't be surprised. Well I guess that's it for now. See you in the comments real soon:)
Hey man, long time no see. I've had a terrible case of writers block, and since I got back from New Zealand my mind won't even process reading either. Seriously, I can't even read plays. Hopefully it'll pass soon and i'll be back here more often! I feel really bad about it D:
Eh don't worry about it I do the same thing. I have a gazillian hobbies for sole reason that when I suddenly get tired of one I can hop to another Lol you visited New Zealand!!!!! Dang it. Now you've been to the only two places I've really wanted to visit all my life. Ireland and New Zealand. Some people get all the luck lol
Well Ireland I can't really help with this last name !! And New Zealand, the man lives over there. Also, I wanted to go backpacking and I thought... well why not! I don't have to get a special visa and hopefully the least amount of bad things will happen... I did get my stupid camera palmed though. Oh, I have a blog I update with a bit more regularity now and I'm considering porting over a lot of my creative work, because I don't get onto DA enough. It's on wordpress, its, uhm... [link] If you've got one too I'll RSS it
Lol I'll take a look but I don't promise anything. I'm not much of a online blog/forum/community site person. I'm already doing DA(of course) and Facebook. They take up most of my patience as far as that type of site goes.