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Beautiful woman by nightofstone, literature

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Beautiful woman

It takes a kind word, a warm smile, A simple heart, a gentle soul. It takes a word of peace to calm, It takes a word of love to arouse. It's the only one he can imagine, Spending his life with. It's a beautiful woman... It's her lips, the door to taking her breath away. It's those eyes, the path to losing yourself. It's that smile, the key to my contentment. It's those fingers entwined with mine... It's that skin under my lips... It's her sweat mixed with mine... It's a beautiful woman. She's a beautiful woman. ... Let the story be told. You know, sometimes I catch myself looking into the soft shine of that necklace she gave

Love? by nightofstone, literature

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Love?

"Love means never having to say you're sorry" Wrong. You want to know what i think love is? come on in. take a look in this dusty old mind. First of all, love doesn't mean never having to say you're sorry. Love means being sorry. Love means feeling and understanding the pulling compromise you make between your own will and hers. I believe in the power of love. pure. it's simple as that. I believe love has nothing to do with the stigma of the world. Love is ageless. I understand a lot of you have had sad encounters with love. i'm not an exception. and i'm not here to tell you that i'm "lucky" in love. I do have the incredible experience

Don't by nightofstone, literature

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Don't

*drum beat on snare: hit, rim, hit-hit, rim, hit, rim, hit-hit, rim, ect.* (1) Don't tell me baby, i know. This wasn't supposed to be. (2) Don't tell me This isn't real It's all a game to me *drum doubles speed, bass keeps time* (3) It's not what we thought it would be (4) But i can't get over your beauty Love, let me- melt. (Bridge) Inside the world of our hearts I knew you weren't all here. I feel your absence. It tears at me... (Chorus) I want to know you, I want to hear your voice, I want to feel you here... Please let me hold you. I want to be your prince. Please let me keep you near. Maybe I

On meditation by nightofstone, literature

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On meditation

Inside you lies a single seed. Don't believe me? See for yourself. It waits for you and you alone, Illon. Take my proposal, hold it dear- All I'm offering is a little water. Maybe you don't want to grow. Maybe all those things you said Weren't important? I know. You hold the balance of a life. I just want to help. Meditation is many things. What it isn't is destructive. Nothing cannot grow. Let me teach you. You won't regret it. Honor. Selflessness. Control. Justice. Will you? Will you let me show you The most beautiful thing You've ever seen? It's not religious, and it's not sexual. It's not proud, and it's not as hard

Who? by nightofstone, literature

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Who?

I just want to leave the way I came in Quietly, silently, without a song or dance Why can't people simply let me die in sin? Why must you fools act like I have a chance? Why shouldn't I slash, crash, or burn? I'd get more respect, more love Buried underground or in an urn- Than alive, being cheery and jove. Don't pity me, damn you- I don't need your sorrow I've plenty myself. Who, Who among you knows why i should bother to live tommorow? Who, damn it?

Betrayed by nightofstone, literature

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Betrayed

What the hell happened? when did i fail? Why do i deserve a heart broken by a nail? When the smoke clears, Who will stand? When all is said and done, Why won't i be her man? I thought it wasn't me, to make one's heart bleed. Turns out it was her, who betrayed me. So why can't i just hate? Why can't i scream and die? And why can't i get her beauty Out of my crying eyes? Dare i still love a woman, who took my heart away? Dare I still love this woman? ... Yes. I pray. Was it all my fault? could i have been more kind? I'd like to tear apart my heart, and leave just a lonely mind. So what happens now? The story doesn't en

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Outside by nightofstone, literature

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Outside

The best lesson in life, Is not learned through strife, Nor through studies of the mind- That wisdom is a different kind. Through thoughtful reflection you cannot see- This knowledge doesn't reside in you or me. The lessons from within have merit, no doubt, But in the real world, they have no clout. The greatest wisdom I have learned Came not from that to which I yearned; It came from the world around- The sight, the smell, the touch, the sound. Sight of peacefulness in nature's heart- Peacefulness shattered by man's cruel dart. Smell of beauties in fields abound- Soldiers trample beauty to the ground. Touch of smooth simplici

Dirt to Dust to Ashes by nightofstone, literature

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Dirt to Dust to Ashes

Never hidden from sight, When brought into the light, Our lives are the silver And glass, of a world inept To raise-, see here Abel's blood on Cain; First brother in the earth; And then brothers all- Dirt to Dirt. Minds greater than the bodies; A child grew to be Socrates; His wisdom was met with bile; Death only after trial; Judged of subversion; A legal perversion Learning from the just They saw- Dust to Dust. Might reborn in cycles, The sun arose through fire Perseveres in straits dire Phoenix rising ever so near; Once every five hundred year and Sun follows in spirit, if not body; Once more, society remains haughty;

Sometimes i look by nightofstone, literature

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Sometimes i look

Sometimes I catch myself looking up at the sky at night. I stop what I'm doing and wonder, like we all do from time to time. I wonder about the people who gave so much of their life to put me where I am today. I wonder why they did. I wonder why they do. I look up at the sky and find myself counting the stars. I look down at my feet and find myself counting the days… Sometimes I catch myself looking up at the sky at night. I ignore the tasks at hand and think to myself, like we all do from time to time. I think I would have liked to have been just another deaf fool. I think life would have been so much easier if He hadn't given me my

Transformation by nightofstone, literature

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Transformation

The life of a stone soldier is a lonely one, of course. But that's usually by choice. You who know me may have seen it as a lifestyle I was forced into. But rather, I was forced out. We don't turn our hearts hard, our eyes cold because we were born that way. Nor does it come about through training. But we see the beauty, as ironic as it may be, of cold, featureless logic. Why would someone die for what they believed in? We don't need to die for anything except ourselves. What is this, emotion? Breaking hearts of stone and setting eyes on fire? For what? Name me something in the world worth this illogic. Love, you say? Love of th

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Love. by nightofstone, literature

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Love.

Amazing Love, how sweet that sounds; Her voice only to me. I can't explain this thing I've found. But I can say it's changed me. Her grace has kept my heart from fear, And I'd do the same for she. How precious this Love does appear More precious every time we speak My life was full with gloom and sadness, But she has brought me home. For her great Love as I'm in her presence; Will be the best I've known. Because her Love, it toppled me. And broke me apart on the ground. And when the world stopped spinning, To this queen my life was bound. And though some plans, may fall and fail, The sadness, it shall cease. For one day I w

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July 11
United States
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: Antioch, but home is where the heart is, no? then New York
Favourite genre of music: Classical, Chant, Alternative
Favourite photographer: Her, because she takes pictures of the most beautiful subject, which makes me happy
Operating System: Windows XP... when it doesn't crash on my precious baby... << >> what?
Wallpaper of choice: hmm... i've just got blue paint.
Skin of choice: mine... and maybe hers...
Favourite cartoon character: Sideshow Bob, the evil genius on the simpsons who tries to kill bart
Personal Quote: "I love you." "Grrr..."

Favourite Visual Artist

Artist is such a broad term... to that note, nobody. Her when she starts drawing again.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Gregorian Monks, Coldplay, Michelle Branch

Favourite Games

Staring into the book i'm holding humming something that sounds like 'amazing grace'

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Tools of the Trade

hearing aid, eyes, philosophy, massive vocabulary, thesauruses, dictionaries, etc, etc, etc...

Other Interests

The two principal interests in my life are god and Her. also Bowling, looking at my rocks

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nightofstone

Mar 14, 2006

Devious Journal Entry

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disregard my previous entry... i was moody.

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nightofstone

Feb 9, 2006

well, there you go.

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read the terms and agreements thingie again, got some advice from friends of mine, concluded the following: Deviantart sucks if you want to keep your artwork "yours". Therefore, as i am now working, i will eventually be transfering all my work to a personal site and notifying deviantart in writing of my termination of this agreement. Unfortunatly, the agreement- the newest one, at least, and there is no record of the older ones to which i am bound, but they should be the same- contain "survival" clauses which essentially indicate that nearly all of the agreement remains in effect even after the agreement is terminated. One of the only full

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nightofstone

Feb 5, 2006

the questions... dramatic pause of doom.

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Stolen from Cole, who stole it from Haku XD: Post in my journal and I'll answer down the list of Questions as best I can about you. ^^; =THE QUESTIONS... OF DOOM= 1. I'll respond with something random about you. 2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you. 3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in. 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me. 5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you. 6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of. 7. I'll ask you something that i've always wondered about you. 8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal there ya go :p