Stream of Conciousness 1: by PowerToast, literature
Literature
Stream of Conciousness 1:
Clouds drift by lazily, each one more fascinating than the last.
My eyes wander across the white sky, drifting like balloons set free by toddlers.
By chance, a downward glance reveals the ground. Gray. Cool. Calm. Painful.
Ah, that gray ashen landscape, so desolate. Once dreams grew from trees, bearing the fruit of hope.
Once bronze pain flared up like thorns, choking the life away slowly, slowly.
Now there is nothing by gray, painful gray, misty gray under a white sky and white clouds.
What blackness, I ask, dwells in this soul? There is none, but the light must cast a deep deep shadow.
Where does this shadow lie, hidden so well in th
Desmond's Psalm of Folly by PowerToast, literature
Literature
Desmond's Psalm of Folly
Oh God, my God! The pain is intense!
The wounds given to me by my earthly father are
too much to bear.
Why have you allowed this pain to be my own? Why
have you given me this burden to bear?
Oh God, my God! Deliver me from this pain! I long
to lay it at your feet, oh, how my bones ache!
My knee is bent and my back is bowed from the
weight of my suffering! All day long, I groan and
cry out to you.
Oh God, my God! Where are you now? Why do you not
answer my prayer for freedom? What must I do to
earn your favor?
All day I work and pray, all day my thoughts are
on you, all day my hope is in relief from this pain.
Where are you, O
Supportive and steady,
Trusty and true,
My boxer briefs are the color of blue.
They're slightly worn in,
They aren't quite new,
But wait till we get boxer briefs on you!
You'll love them, just try them,
You'll see what I mean
Boxer briefs are really quite keen!
As to the ladies,
You'll have to miss out.
But if you could, you'd wear them, without a doubt!
Oh boxer briefs, boxer briefs,
Trusty and true,
You hold up my parts and you're comfy too.
You're no stranger to danger,
You're here through and through,
I trust you, my undies, in all that I do.
You'll always be with me,
No matter where I roam,
If you were a book, you wou
I pull into the driveway and turn off the car. Looking at my home, I silently thank God for having a place to dwell. As I'm doing this, I notice a peculiar sound. It is a low, angry buzzing coupled with a harsh high piched ringing tone. The source of this sound eludes me as I search my vehicle. All the while, the noice grows stronger. It does not become any louder, simply more intense. Eventually it reaches the point where it is absolutely deafening. I sit stunned for several moments untill the sound dies down.
"I wonder if anyone else has ever heard this" I think to myself. "I wish I could bottle this sound up and let other people listen to
Ten feet tall and six feet wide
Covered in fat with a tough leather hide
Broken teeth from gnawing on bones
Massive hands that could crush stones
Covered in blood from his last gruesome meal
With an ice cold heart that will never feel
Lifeless eyes with a baleful stare
Carving knives straped on everywhere
He's hungry for meat, and he wants it fresh
Better watch out or he'll feast on your FLESH!
He strode across the land, dedicated
Where there was injustice he put evil to the sword
"If only, if only"
He muttered as he walked
Where to, no one knew
"If only, if only"
He was adored by many
Where he went, he was welcome
"If only, if only"
He slew many foul villains
Where darkness lurked, there he was
"If only, if only"
He had but one regret
Where was his family, his home?
"If only, if only, I could lay my blade to rest."
I open an eye five times larger than the largest sun
With my enormous eye I gaze out into infinity
Existence is laid out before me
I view eternity and recognize it as my body
Probability is my life's blood and creation is my thought
In this brief moment of discord that lasts forever
I realize that I am existence and that existence is I
In this split second eternity I understand everything
Gradually my bedroom comes back into focus
The closet in the corner replacing the vast expanses of eternity
My body is no longer infinite in size
My eye is no longer all seeing
I return to mortal
I open an eye five times larger than the largest sun
With my enormous eye I gaze out into infinity
Existence is laid out before me
I view eternity and recognize it as my body
Probability is my life's blood and creation is my thought
In this brief moment of discord that lasts forever
I realize that I am existence and that existence is I
In this split second eternity I understand everything
Gradually my bedroom comes back into focus
The closet in the corner replacing the vast expanses of eternity
My body is no longer infinite in size
My eye is no longer all seeing
I return to mortal
He strode across the land, dedicated
Where there was injustice he put evil to the sword
"If only, if only"
He muttered as he walked
Where to, no one knew
"If only, if only"
He was adored by many
Where he went, he was welcome
"If only, if only"
He slew many foul villains
Where darkness lurked, there he was
"If only, if only"
He had but one regret
Where was his family, his home?
"If only, if only, I could lay my blade to rest."
Ten feet tall and six feet wide
Covered in fat with a tough leather hide
Broken teeth from gnawing on bones
Massive hands that could crush stones
Covered in blood from his last gruesome meal
With an ice cold heart that will never feel
Lifeless eyes with a baleful stare
Carving knives straped on everywhere
He's hungry for meat, and he wants it fresh
Better watch out or he'll feast on your FLESH!
I pull into the driveway and turn off the car. Looking at my home, I silently thank God for having a place to dwell. As I'm doing this, I notice a peculiar sound. It is a low, angry buzzing coupled with a harsh high piched ringing tone. The source of this sound eludes me as I search my vehicle. All the while, the noice grows stronger. It does not become any louder, simply more intense. Eventually it reaches the point where it is absolutely deafening. I sit stunned for several moments untill the sound dies down.
"I wonder if anyone else has ever heard this" I think to myself. "I wish I could bottle this sound up and let other people listen to
Well, it's been awhile since I've used my Deviant Art page for anything, but I'm feeling the mood to write. I wrote a little something that I'm calling a psalm, because it's a poem or song in the form of a prayer. I don't know if that's what psalms actually are, but I'm too lazy to go look that kinda thing up. Anyway, feel free to comment/berate me for my choice of faith.
I wrote five haikus... They arn't very inspired, but a good friend of mine challenged me by trying to think of a topic I could not haiku. Some day I'm sure she'll get me.
I had surgury recenly. Last thursday to be exact. I went in to get some sinus polyps removed.
At first, I was really scared. It was the first time I've ever been put under, so to speak. It ended up being a lot of fun though! They were all very nice to me. The only hospital gown they had avaliable was a small, and I happen to be a tripple extra large. It didn't fit to well, it showed ALL of my back, and it was cold. I asked for another gown to cover my back with, but they gave me a nice, warm blanket instead. It was nice and warm.
The anithisiologist came in and talked to me. He told me that he was going to be sending me on a hawiian cruise,