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Oh Holy Light

To you, oh light, I give thanks.
In all forms do you dwell
My eyes grow tired from your radiance
Your kindness,
Your warmth,

But woe unto those who drink of the shadows.
For they say to me "The light is weak, for there is none."
They wish to destroy me with lies, threats and death.
Yet, within you I am once again whole.
When I shut my lids I see your golden rays.
In those times I feel blessed.

Praise be the LightOh Holy Light by *SapphireZero

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Only for the nightOutside, the house is cold and white
Outside, the bitter snow seems to touch the panes with rage.
Yet inside we lay.
We lazily huddle under a large quilt and bath with each other's warmth.
You sleep soundly, like a kitten after drinking milk.

Yet I am still in this world, not the other.
I look at your dark hair and wish to cut it.
I look at your face and wish to smother it.
I want you to taste the bitter gruel I brew every night at the bar.
Hearing your name, like a goddess under the glass.
Your actions spoken so highly.

I have you, this Christmas eve.
You sleep soundly in my bed.
Yet in the morn, the only one to greet you wilOnly for the night by *SapphireZero

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Should I peel my rose?Why do you still come to me?
I never have cared so much for one person.
yet you are confused. You are alone, and I cnnot touch that sorrow that you hold tight in your arms.
I still sit and talk as you just listen, like a doll to a little girl.
Yet, you still come to me.

What do I derserve from you? What do I need from you.
petals to rosses you are mobid with your face.
You tell me to stay, but what have I gain?
What jewels did you give me?
What sacrafice?
What... Love?

The question I lay before you stays.
Should I peel my rose for you or should I just grab my tunic and sandals to go back into the desert?
For even then, I wouShould I peel my rose? by *SapphireZero

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Scars of the monk.Against my will, I am converted.
Against my will, I viewed.
Against my will, I am no one.

Day in, I sit and pray.
Day out, I lose those prayers.
Hyporcrits of society want me to lose them, they want me to forget.

My enemies dance and bath in blood.THey worship the gods of gold and lust, thinking that it will gain them power. THey wish for truth , but they cover that truth with the one called lie. Both angry and sad they see nothing that is reals.

I come to them with a bald head and a foundation truth. They reject me with wips and swords.
I continue to preach, as they continue to wip me and slash me. I continue to fight what they preaScars of the monk. by *SapphireZero

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The truth is a harsh mistressThe Tauren district of Orgrimmar was quiet beyond the crackling of fire & braziers in the spring night. The local Sunwalkers were still awake, chatting & preparing for the next day of work that laid before them. Aikane Grimtotem was gently polishing his armor as he listened to his fellow Sunwalker converse about local rumors.

"That's now what I heard. Seems Kurn is seeing one of the local Troll Witch Doctors near the Valley of Spirit." Said the female Tauren nearby Aikane, she was big into gossiping and the news of the hour was over who Kurn, a fellow Sunwalker, was seeing on his off time. Of course to share in this chat was Aikane himselfThe truth is a harsh mistress by *SapphireZero

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Of the soulWithin the mind, the body is but gear.
The fluids that make us move are a soup joy, hate, and sorrow.
In this machine, I am one with this world

Without it, I am nothing here.
I am empty.
I am void.
I am dead.

Yet what is the mind?
What drives it so much despite the certainty of the cycle?
Joy burns like nitrogen,
Anger fuels like wood,
Joy smoothes out like water.

Yet my emotions are not the only thing guide me.
Logic deceives me.
Reason tries to cheat me.
Yet the will of knowing, still makes me come back to her.

Never in the morning will I cry.
Never at dusk shall I mourn.
But always during the blanket of night, shall I sOf the soul by *SapphireZero

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The CottageCold,
Biting,
Fleeting,
Your touch eludes me.

The small cottage we built is now hollow.
The dreams are plucked out,
The walls are bare of happiness
The floor is covered with tiles that do not know me or anyone else who enters its domain

We built much, indeed we made much.
These creations, did you wish for them to be cold?
Did you want them to be uncaring and bitter to a world that denied them the rights of all beings?

Yet you move away from me, not once turning back.
Your ebon hair hiding your soul, yet chiming gently of its loneliness.The Cottage by *SapphireZero

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TimeFleeting images of the past.
Oh how sweet do you assault my mind
In the end you are just poison to my progression.

The undying love I had for her.
The duties that turned me in to a man.
The honor of a dead kingdom that I no long vow to.
The religion which I now question.
All these now come into my mind and assault it.

Chrono, your resource is ever fleeting and non gainable.
Pele, you manipulate my love and tempt me to fall from my fiery passion.
Shiva, your icy punishments has been belayed too long for the world.
Jehovah, your followers pervert my existence by perverting you.
Yet all of you stay silent.

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Wed Jun 29, 2011, 11:40 PM

Mood: Disbelief
Listening to: Yoko Ishida
Reading: Name of the Wind
Watching: Kimi ni Todoke
Playing: Lost Oddssy

Around noon, I went outside to get my mail and check the front yard. A beetle seemed to be crawling around the garage for some odd reason. The beetle was weird, it had long antennae and small pincers. I'm not a bug expert, so my best guess was a beetle. Yet it acted weird. I didn't want to kill it off, so I tried to sweep it away and scare it off. The damned thing didn't give up and continued to come back, despite me whacking it a clear 10 feet away. I didn't think much of it and just let it do it's thing, it's hot outside and what harm would it do?

Several hours passed and it was still around. Not a big deal, but then it started to dash for my door. I'm guessing it could smell the cold air and wanted in. I tried one more time to scare it off, but it did not move. I made noises, whacked it around, everything. I could feel the beetles determination, so I had no choice but to kill it.

I found bug spray and hoped it would work on it, it did. The bug died and I was left with a dead bug that was trying to either get in the cool air or get food. I was not sure what to do for a moment but came to the conclusion that I would bury it.

I found it odd to bury a bug of all things, but I didn't do it because of whatever it was as a race. I buried it because it had the fury and determination to get what it wanted, no matter the cost. I buried the beetle, made a prayer and reflected upon what had happened.

There is a lesson to this, even now I am trying to make sense of it, but I will understand it with time.

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~codyrush 5 days ago Student Filmographer

Hey, ryan, can I ask you a question? Some bint deletes your comments she doesn't like on her site, then goes into your notepad to privately swipe at you about "harassing" her and then deletes her note to you to hide her tracks. Would you call her on her bullshit in front of her fans on a comment section? And if you were blocked by said bint would you inform her fans of this fascism personally? Not all of them mind you but a hand full? Because I did that, because I was sick off censorship-simple ass wipes ruining this site for artists everywhere.

This site need to change, man. The people in it need to fuckin' grow up and except scrutiny of all degrees; and realize that physical threats are the only reasons to block users.

*SapphireZero 4 days ago Student Writer

I would do absolutely nothing. If she is blocking comments from her site, then that is her right. I don't approve of it, but people who behave like that will eventually reap what they sow. The better question is how important is it to change this person?

This woman is only one girl out of 7 billion people on this planet. What exactly is the point of wasting your hours to change this woman, whom you call a bint? If she is a bint, then she is nothing to you. If she refuses to take criticism that is negative, she is nothing. If she then sends you notes and then denies they existed, she is worst then nothing.

Any person who acts goes out of their way to keep their ideas true are not worth your time. The more you pay attention to this person, the more you acknowledge that their ideas and statements has actual value. Make your peace, move and and ignore them, they will not bring you happiness nor any satisfaction to what you need to do.

~codyrush 4 days ago Student Filmographer

Well, I'm being filed for harassment: and frankly, due to a glaring ignorance of deviantart policy I can see why. *sigh* I really made a bonehead move. Going on someone's page with a formal address isn't like posting a flier on a car: it's posting a flier in their house.

I admit that I fucked up and went overboard. I got angry; which I had every right to be: but, regardless, I took it too far. I crossed a line.

~codyrush 4 days ago Student Filmographer

*sigh* I really over did it. I obsessed because I hate censorship. I thought it was my right to remark on the fact that she did censor my comments and to criticize her for it: but, apparently on this site you can't do that. I didn't know, so, when I did, I deleted all my shit, rescinding my over inflated crusade with egg all over my face.

~codyrush Apr 8, 2013 Student Filmographer

My friend, my remember when I renounced 'Brave' as anything other than paint-by-numbers-girl-power-fan-fic tripe? Well I just did a review on it. Check it out, man. I made some cogent as hell points.

~codyrush Mar 18, 2013 Student Filmographer

Hey, man. Be forewarned. A crap ton of cheesecake is underway in my neck of the woods. If you're watching w/ all the trappings you might be exposed to something you may find objectionable.