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Memories never abide.
Memories of my past float through my mind;
But, day in, day out, I will find
That their forms and faces change like the times.
Ghosts of my childhood are the most malleable;
They happened so long ago.
I can see their true forms when I am able;
But, after all, 't is happier not to know.
Throughout the montage of all these things,
There is one face, one voice that stays.
'T is the face and the voice of her who I love;
It abides with me through my nights and days.
And at the moment that her sweet face shows,
The forms of those ghosts swiftly and suddenly go.
Leave Them AloneLeave Them Alone
Rhythm and Blues
We live in a free country
We all have the right to choose
Nobody has the right to bully
Or make anyone sing the blues
You may be straight, you may be gay
You may be AC-DC
But you choose your way
It makes no difference to me
This is a free world
No matter, guy or girl
All the labels they use are only words
I won't make you sing the blues
For the partner that you choose
Doing that is just too absurd
Leave them alone
Look the other way
Or just go home
Their open mouths suck out my soul
As their eyes gape ignorantly ahead
I come forward to challenge their point of view
They cannot follow me
Every age and every faith
'Just gets twisted round some other way'
Only those like me can ever know
What the founders really said
'Temples should be houses of prayer'
Not for the likes of what I see
My eyes may no longer open
To behold the truth when it dawns
When the Rain Does Not FallWhen Rain Does not Fall
Puabi Collection vol.ii
The night sky was ready to pour down rain
Till the clouds parted and the air got dry
I was expecting a shower, to lie in my bed
And spend the night with my lover
----I will, despite the change
It is her reward for her quiet patience
She looks up at me with a twinkling eye
Ne'er an angry or unhappy word is said
Only her call to me: "Beloved!"
[everyone knows what happens next]
Only HumanOnly Human
Hey! Will you look at my photo?
You will see the shine in my eyes.
Look deep inside and you will know,
That I care about you till I die.
Although I don't know why.
After all you put me through,
It is true,
I am only human.
Hey! Will you lean over and kiss my cheek?
You will make the smile I need to wear.
Look into my eyes, you will see
It is true how much I care.
Even when you are not there.
After all you put me through,
It is true,
I am only human.
This LifeThis Life
They teach us all
That life is just a wish
We were not, until we want to be
When I was young, sometimes I failed to see
Whatever you said made sense
Nonetheless, I grew and tried to be
Whatever I thought was good
Now you are dead
I live far away from home
I see and hear people who would
Irk you and me both
Entrenched in self-centeredness
Chatting noisily over a meal
Saying everything they feel
Shouting into my ears—
Do they ever wonder
That I really want to hear?
They show their young
Then growl in their tongue
“Do as I say; don’t do as I do.”
Human-ity is through.
Droplets Keep FallingDroplets Keep Falling
For the Always-Poetry theme on Rain
"Raindrops keep falling on my head.
But that doesn't mean my eyes are turning red.
Crying's not for me..."
Old Popular Song
Outdoors the sky grows dark and dim;
My eyes look upward; then they look within*.
How odd 't is that within and without
Seem to look the same.
The air has been tense and heavy for days,
As though to predict a shower.
In my heart, the same music** plays,
And my heart cries for one hour.
Raindrops keep falling on and in my head;
But that doesn't mean that my eyes are red.
I have many miles to walk, and many things to do,
Ere I will be dead.
WinterI raise my head, and part my lips
To catch a falling flake
They slowly drop like sinking ships
No destiny or fate
I watch the drifts on slanted roofs
Their journey now anew
They patter down like planted hoofs
And hit the ground, renewed
Collecting in the sewer drains
As water on the melt
To fall another day as rain
Their presence always felt
Accumulate on city streets
Then plowed like piled trash
And crunching under booted feet
Upon their daily tasks
They claim that every flake that falls
Is said to be unique
Like people, same, and different all
As cold as frozen sleet
This winter weather signifies
A change that's felt like hale
And yet it lights a child's eyes
To see the swirling gales
© Jarrett Douglass DeLude
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
Angel of RiddlesI asked an angel,
Cloaked in black,
"Tell me that which I don't know."
Scrawled in white letters
Across his back,
Was, "Everywhere you need to go."
I asked the angel,
Face of red,
"Where do secrets dark reside?"
Scribbled in white,
On his forehead,
Was, "Below the scars on bleeding hide."
I asked the angel,
Eyes pure blue,
"Whisper to me Eden's song."
In the whites
of his eyes,
Read, "For the righteous must be strong."
I asked the angel,
Naked and white,
"Why speak in riddles I can't hear?"
Words of black replaced his shape.
Lipstick markings on a mirror.
SoliloquyI want to write something sunny,
Something bright and full of delight,
But the world keeps spinning faster;
It keeps spinning into the night.
How do I write of butterflies
When all I see are moths?
How do I write of victory
When all I see are sloths?
Looking for the silver lining
Is easier said than done.
They say keep moving forward,
But life weighs a ton.
Doors keep getting closed,
And their keys keep getting lost,
And this just makes me wonder,
What would giving up cost?
My mind tells me it’s not worth it,
My heart declares that isn’t so,
And my soul just keeps on screaming;
It keeps screaming Go! Go! Go!
I’ve tied a knot around my wrist
To remind me of my goal.
I’ve changed all my radio stations
So they sing the songs of the soul.
How could I live with myself
Upon giving up a dream?
How could I think of backing down
When things aren’t what they seem?
So I’ll just keep on going,
Keep looking towards the sun,
For when all of this is over,
I can rej
Only MeWhat would it feel like,
To just disappear.
You wouldn't know,
If you just weren't here.
There is no feeling,
Because you can't feel.
You can't interpret.
You just aren't real.
It's so lonely here,
Where you used to be.
I look around,
But it's only me.
PurposedTireless a secret that I was meant to digress.
Hollowed and moving a fortitude I was made to lose.
Rendered by life to give light to a dark world,
As I love her I’m stuck hiding even as I count words exposed.
Still moving no more decaying,
Seeing blood and years mixing the umbilical fears.
I plead to forget the memories only to consciously forgive.
The breaking, the pressure under,
To see a calm likeness to my dreaming preference.
Repay the highest priest with what’s due,
This new life too much to bear as I continually shatter.
Like window panes of open intimacy,
Blended then forged into idolatry lost wax casting.
Knowing I am free yet wondering why I can’t turn my back,
Resolving to look for the key other half.
The world’s betrayal of a time and place in a boy’s confidence.
I stumble, the temperature drops,
I leave the body of what was fiction,
Though I will never lose the memories of a time when I wanted justice but instead accepted victimhood as unreali
Hush me quietI need a protection
a shield, something to soften up the edges
Where is my salvation?
Someone who will rise me up,
shine with me
and be my back up
Someone who will fight with me
I know, I know darling
It's not your job
None of this is your fault, I should really quit whining
You just got unlucky baby
stumbling upon little me
But I really think you're what I need
What I've been waiting, searching and hoping for
All just to get trough another day, you must lead
So if I reach out my hand to grab yours
if I ask nicely,
and bow my head down to admit your kindness
Will you be it?
Will you look me in the eyes and feel mercy?
Will you take my hand, lead me to safety
and show them?
Will you show them, that you now stand before me
no matter what?
Will you understand
will you know without any outspoken words,
my pain, my insecurity and my strange taste in music?
Will you show me hope
hope for us to win this war
this so called life?
Then touch me gently and feel my skin
Hush me quiet and let it in
Something LostWhen I was younger
With dark black hair
Fresh new skin
Baby teeth still intact
And a flawless porcelain teacup
Ready to be filled
I was free.
The sun would peek into my room
like a bashful child
My eyes were wide awake
Ready for a new day.
Outside was where
My spirit was
Tiny toes and short legs
Tickled by dark green grass
That smelled of summer.
When I was hungry
My small hands
Plucked out the miniature mint leaves
That overtook the garden
So I wouldn’t have to leave my friends for lunch.
And the day went by
Disappearing before my eyes
Orange, red, yellow, a fire I couldn’t stop
Until it dulled to ashes
And darkness encased my world
Like a box slammed shut.
Those flickering sparks
Evading my greedy grasp
My eyes drooped like a willow tree
Tired from continuously pouring tea
Into my cup.
I was free,
But even birds are chained to the sky
And I flew back to my nest
After soaring high
Ready to replenish my kettle.
Now I lay in my bed
Backing the WorldBacking the World
Olympus bade him back a load;
Quite a load 't was.
The two hemispheres that make our world;
But he had to obey.
That was more than a century past;
And today I feel the same.
Till I will be left to my rest,
At the end of all my days.
Back the world upon these shoulders? Why?
I am not so strong as I was then.
I have enough to do in my time;
Must I bear the burdens of other men?
"I am NOT Atlas. Go find another."
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