|Poetry of the past, 2010.|
The Three MusketeersThey fight for the King,The Three Musketeers by Christianonfire7
Defend his Queen.
Protect the innocent and those in need.
Even at the cost of their very own lives.
They stand as one, and together they'll fall.
Each other they got,
Musketeers they are!
|Poetry of the past, 2010.|
|'To live isn't about the number of years we spend on this planet, it's about the number of lives we change along the way.|
Let's Make this Simple....Hello everyone....
Anyone who has read my journals knows that I am a Christian.... a SINNER saved by HIS GRACE! What is grace? UNMERITED FAVOR!!!!
I was thinking this morning about how EVERYONE one this planet is literally ONE BREATH FROM ETERNITY and what would happen if a decision FOR Jesus Christ was not made before you/we left this earth. It's a simple answer really.... you/we would spend an eternity in HELL! Separation from Jesus FOR EVER and THAT is a VERY LONG TIME!!!!
I won't bore you with anymore theology about the Cross, about His death, about His resurrection.... yes, this is something you/we have to take on faith for WITHOUT faith, it is IMPOSSIBLE to please HIM! What I will share with you is FACT that life is controlled by God/aka Jesus Christ.
My dad was a combat infantry officer in Italy during World War Two. He fought his way up the Italian peninsula over the course of 18 months. He was involved in MANY a firefight.
Watcher FeatureThis is where I take a little bit of my time to look at the galleries of my active watchers galleries and feature their awesome art.
First of all UszatyArbuz makes all kinds of awesome css stuff (just look at the journal skin I am using) and takes beautiful pictures.
Kira-Huskal is a wonderful artist and writer.
dadaartimka is a beautiful traditional artist who is steadily improving her skill!
shep4life is a talented poet.
DragonsChest is a great photomanipulatior and artist.
NocturneJewel is a fantastic photographer and I love her subject matter.
MOCHA AND CADBURY, PAINTER GECKOS! by NocturneJewelBUTTERFLY CRESCENT by NocturneJewel
BRSpidey is a fabulous artist and paper crafter!
Hanging Around by BRSpideySamus Aran Zero Suit SSB4 Papercraft by BRSpidey
chromeantennae is a
Winners!!!Awareness Of The Arts: Visualize our Dreams Contest
Well the results are in!
Everyone did a great job with their entries into this contest and I am actually looking forward to "hopefully" make this a yearly thing so... wish me luck!
1st Place Winners
1000 each from Nesmaty (OurDreamsWillComedon)
3-Month Premium (or point equivalent) from dAWishingWell
50x50 pixel gif from Amarantheans
Traditional graphite drawing from CallMeFarGone
Pixel Drawing from Candyfied
Poetry Commission from Christianonfire7
Photo Stock from EveLivesey
Complex Animated Icon from Lagomorphas
2nd Place Winners
Journal Skin from Nesmaty
300 each from Amarantheans
Awareness of the Arts: Visualize Our Dreams:Voting Closed:
Ok so we had alot of entries, I am really happy with the outcome and in the end everyone ended up with a partner! So now comes the time for judging and it is going to be very difficult as everyone has done a beautiful job! I am going to make up some polls to be voted on and will post them later. Just know that public opinion will be considered when making the decision and will not depict the final say.
I would like to ask that my judges note me with their choices here are their names:
EveLivesey (photos & manips)
Judges feel free to note me with your choices even if they are not in your description, I just would like to know what you think.
Contestants please know that it will take some time to go through all of the entries and I will give you the results as soon as I have them, it may take up to a month to come
Evil has been Loosed.... (Edit)A sad day in Omaha today.... not one mile up the road from where I live, the Metro Fugitive Task Force was serving a warrant on a known felon. Apparently, he wasn't going to go quietly. He started shooting and the cops returned fire. Both the bad guy and a lady cop are now dead...
Ironically, today the Nebraska legislature (unicameral.... a "one-house" legislature) repealed the death penalty! I always thought that government was supposed to be elected BY the people and FOR the people. Apparently, this is not the case as the will of the people is STRONGLY pro-death penalty. I submit to you that a one house legislature is tantamount to a dictatorship....
The lady cop was a 7.5 year veteran of the force. I believe she was Hispanic. She leaves behind a husband and family. WHAT WILL BE SAID ABOUT THAT, AMERICA?!!!! WHAT WILL BE SAID ABOUT HER RIGHT TO LIVE THAT WAS TAKEN AWAY FROM HER BY A STUPID, IGNORANT INDIVIDUAL?!!!!
I have re
Introducing the Timeline of DeviantArt!
Introducing the Timeline of DeviantArt!
Good morning Callisto VIII...
DeviantArt.com will celebrate its 15th birthday in August 2015. While many online communities have come and gone during the last decade and a half, DeviantArt remains because of our passionate and committed community. In that time, we've celebrated many milestones, and it became apparent we were in need of a place to share our victories and our challenges. And since we want to move toward more complete transparency with the community, what better time to also showcas
Internet 'REAL' Friendship not Possible?I beg to differ... I want to take this one higher... I am so fortunate, I am so blessed (I dislike the word but in this case it is true), to have collaborated on a contest with Christianonfire7. I have "known" her five plus years without ever meeting her. I hope that changes soon. I am over twice her age (ugh! ) but yet, I am proud to call her my cyber-daughter. She is wise beyond her years (definitely a God-thing) and the following is what the result of our collaboration is:
She is the poet, and I am the photographer. While there are probably way better photographers out there and probably better writers out there as well, I can't begin to tell you of the influence she has had on me!
Jamie, the "easy" part of our collaboration is over. Now the "hard" part begins... the WAITING!!!
A Contest For All of DA!!
Awareness of the Arts: Visualize our Dreams by Amarantheans
:iconnewsboyplz: This is the official contest and rules for a joint contest with Nesmaty!
A Contest For All Of DA!!
What it is:
Take one Artist and one writer and have them compete together. The Artist draws, or photographs or manipulates their craft; The Writer, writes a poem or short story based off the artist work *please keep written works to 1000 words or less*. It works the other way t
Awareness of the Arts: Visualize our DreamsA Contest For All Of DA!!
Update: Contest extended till Sunday, May 31st!
What it is:
Take one Artist and one writer and have them compete together. The Artist draws, or photographs or manipulates their craft; The Writer, writes a poem or short story based off the artist work *please keep written works to 1000 words or less*. It works the other way too, you can create art from literature too!
Of course we have a theme Visualize our Dreams and your work needs to fit. We are a family here lets show the rest of the world what one form of social media can do. We can bring people from all walks of life with all talents together for one cause.
If you can find your own buddy awesome, if you need help finding a buddy we will pair up loners after asking two questions... Art or Writing? and What is your fav genre to work in? *just comment on this journal* If there are not enough in a particu
Random Wheel of Random!! Before I go on to tell you about the randome feature I would like to mention the wonderful creator of this completely adorable skin that you need to install for the holidays!! Nesmaty is very talented and smart... go check out her profile today!!
So my watcher that I am going to feature today will be... :iconchristianonfire7: Not only is she an upstanding and kind deviant she is a gifted writer and photographer.
Here are a few of her photographs:
Here are some of her written works:
So why don't you guys go and check out the wonderful deviations and show her some love!!!
So that you understand my features and why I only do one at a time, I would like to tell you. I believe in quality over quantity. Not only that, when I do a feature I want the person I feature to get attention. When we feature a multitude of different deviations I know what happens.
I'M STILL HEREAn aching heart you have carried with you since the day
you thought my spirit had gone away,
but dearest beloved, I never could leave you, a place
of love you made for me all of my living years, your face
with tenderness and inner light I basked in its glow,
and the many kisses you lavished on me sweeter than a rainbow.
I haven't left you, please know this infinite Truth,
to you and your love I am stuck like glue,
you just can't see me though I wish you could
but I haven't left you, I never would,
let me ease the pain you carry in your heart
since the day you believed our spirits did part...
During my last mortal hours I knew I wasn't alone,
your love eased the gateway for my spirit to roam,
but I didn't go far...in your aura I am now curled,
never to leave the one who loved me, in your aura I can now be found,
aglow with the love we shared, please feel me around.
Remember the times I hid among the fuscia leaves,
you couldn't see me but you knew nearby I still cleaved,
that's how it is
A Love SonnetFor I have long traveled the seven seas;
Looking and searching for a love so fair;
Wandering, wondering, where you might be;
My heart wonders how much more I can bare.
For I have seen love in many a form;
Yet never have I been lucky to join;
I have seen love die and love be reborn;
And that love was worth more than any coin.
I long to be loved til the end of time;
To trust in one so completely and true;
To feel the touch of true love so sublime;
A love so complete, time cannot undo.
And when true love's kiss finally I find;
I swear to him, myself will forever bind.
The PromiseIn the essence of light
she remembers all of her dreams
the distraction is placed in her life
to make her think it is right
it is broken
a record spinning aimlessly
a sailing soul is awoken
to the deep abyss of lies
where the dark abides
to the place of deception
the time is nothing
across the great divide
she believes what she sees
falling into the pit
the thin threads
which only she can nit
will she succeed
in straying from
the never-ending tragedy
with every little hint
provided of the truth
so many lies,
hard to identify
what could be right
until it's painted on the walls
where she went wrong
where she continually falls
where Lucifer spun a web
to catch all of the misguided
to destroy all of the rebellious
despite of what's been provided
I could tell you this;
repeated signals of errors,
the detrimental failures
she remembers all her dreams
making her think what's wrong is right
a broken record spinning aimlessly
a sailing soul is awoken
to the deep abyss of lies
Bullied On Our Friendly Website DA
There was once two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out.
But a famous author set to put them out.
She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red.
And here’s what she said,
“Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!”
The tiny authors wept and cried.
Wondering was it because they picked a side.
Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone else
they wouldn't have suffered being a different self?
The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left.
But the dainty female author stayed behind. However,
The light within her grew dimmer and dimmer.
And its glow became barely a shimmer.
Her originality became to be like everything else she owned: plastic.
She wasn't real anymore; just another author following the trends.
All hope was lost.
No one to come save her.
Sadness reigned within her,
making her shallow and pale as Frost.
Meeting the ParentsThe apocalypse is near;
he holds her hand tight, tighter.
The shotgun on the wall gleams.
Her father appears.
Flying With AngelsFlying With Angels
She shelters underneath the wings
Of the mighty one
As golden sparks shower forth from massive maws.
Flying with the angels is her pleasure
In this war of the worlds.
Flying with the angels is her duty
In this world at war.
Sheltered enough she leaps forth
Sword catching glimpses of dragon fire
And reflecting glory for all to see.
Angels await her,
And together they fly forward in battle
With the evil one.
Letter to AuthorsAny Author,
You are an author whether or not you are published. The day that you sit down and start typing or putting pen to paper; you become an author. I know that alot of us belittle ourselves everytime that someone asks us, what we do. "Oh, I am a writer but not published." That is what we say, before giving the other person a chance to give us feedback. We have already severed the connection.
From this day onward, when someone asks what it is you do, you tell them; "I am a writer." Then you stop, don't add that next part, they may ask what you write. You know what, the person you are talking to may be interested in your work. Even better, the one person that you are talking to might just be what is standing in between you and being published.
I would be lying if I said that I have never uttered that statement followed by the words, but not published. Today, let us agree to never utter those words again. Today, let us stand together because we are writers and we are authors. We too
converting oxygen to mustard gaseveryday morse code tap tap taptap taps
through the wire
dragging our faces so deep through the mud
it shields us more
than our helmets ever could, ducking under barbed wire
so covered in mud we are soldiers of the earth itself
no longer do we belong to the army,
us foot soldiers of the front
mother nature reclaiming
her charlie boys,
she'll get no western union notice no yellow slip
at her door
if she takes us all for herself
and distant from this war
in blood so thick and bullets so heavy
fumble for gas masks, throw canisters
for the fatherland
is our excuse
I am a third generation Austinite on my mother's side.
A seventh generation Texan from my mother's side.
And a fifth/sixth generation Texan from my father's side.
So I'm a born and raised Austin Texan chick.
Take that y'all.
My Photography account
What I stand for you ask?
Pro-life www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdOCwd… :thumb292250045:
Pro-power of Christ's love.
Pro- following in Jesus steps.
Most important, don't misunderstand me for being
Sharing His love with others. Misunderstand that and you misunderstand me.
Any questions ask away, I won't bite.
My best and most dearest friends consist of
(My Surreal Express)
Friends worth calling friends.
Wanna read a bit more about my coming to dA and my art?
Here's a short interview I was honored to be apart of by 3wyl
Or are you interested in what others think about my art? Well than check out namenotrequired's News Article about my poetry
'Christianonfire7 is a lovely, kind hearted deviant with strong beliefs and a gallery filled with heart. Her poetry is beautiful and will bring the poet in you to the forefront; her photography is inventive and often catches a glimpse into a different world, a world we aren't all privy to. If one thing in her gallery doesn't inspire and awe you, keep looking--you're bound to find a reason to add Christianonfire7 to your watch list.'
-Written for her Review Competition features.'
DLD's I've gotten.
8-24-2010 DLD feature
The day dusk did not sleep
The day dusk did not sleep.
12-27-2012 DLD Feature
Pay it forward features by lacoterie
Pay it forward February 1st 2013
My sinI bow at His Throne,
Pay it forward March 4th 2013
These wordsI spit bullets and speak daggers.
Video of Gideon and me.
A sad tell.Sobs broke free
'...Put her down.'
Winter loveTwilight on the California beach,
the soft cry of seagulls fill the air.
Sand crabs dance beneath my feet,
as the low lure of the waves draw me in.
Hand gliding through the surf- flowing
with the strength of the deep- grasping
unto the tip of a feather.
That is when I remember you the most,
your frantic scream breaking me from my daydreams.
“Are you crazy lady? It is thirty degrees!”
Those words, they continue to run their course.
Stepping from the ocean, blackbird feather in hand,
I turn to look at you, to see that dumb founded gaze.
“You don’t know the half of it.” I laughed.
Winters are unlike summers, where
summers have flings, a couple months of
momentary kisses that never linger longer than
Winter however, brings less of a bitter sting.
or so I thought until you entered my life.
Your eyes were always in a bubble of adoration,
like a loyal dog gleaming up at his master.
You became my best friend, fingers entwined.
In time, we w
I don't think you realize how much you have changed in the past five years.
Let me take you back to the early summer of 08. You had everything you needed, you didn't want anything more (well maybe a pony, but you always wanted one of those.)
Your best friend was always just a paved street away, such a small defying line between true friendships. All it took was the desire to spend time with her and you could walk from your yard to hers in a matter of seconds. She was your best and truest friend. The first real friend you ever had, the first girl friend you could trust.
Don't worry dear, your tears are safe with me. Just let your mind go back to those joyous times. She was much like you, but still so very different. She was the edge of adventure that you never had before, and you two blended so beautifully. All things beautiful must first go through the fire. 08 isn't far enough, not when it really began in the fall of 02.
October 20th 2002. That was
Impossible LoveYou said it would work out- with a little patience,
then comforted me with those arms of steel.
I guess it was easy to believe your faith –in us-
But honestly I’m filled with too much doubt,
to ever see the possibility.
I hear the knock rasp against my oak wooden door. I swallow hard as I sat the coffee mug down and walk over to open it. I smile up at you in welcome. With all my complicated emotions I still can’t help but feel my heart skip a few beats.
“Hey baby.” Your words echo in the chamber of my heart, rattling it like a bird locked in a cage. Stepping into your out stretched arms I wrap mine around your neck and squeeze you tightly, bearing my face into your neck. “Hey” I whisper quietly against your ear before drawing back to lead you inside the room. Closing the door behind you I motion towards the kitchen.
“I just brewed some coffee.” The response of your growl sends a flicker of desire sparking inside me. I
Script BFAFADE IN:
INT. ON A HILLTOP IN THE MOUNTAINS - COLD NIGHT.
A forest of trees stretch on all sides of a steep grassy hill. The wind blows through the trees, echoing a whistle across the dark starry night. A lone owl hovers overhead a few seconds before disappearing into the thicket beyond the branches.
Sarah (16) stirs in the saddle of a large black sleet stallion horse. He neighs restlessly and paws at the ground but holds his position on the height of the hill, alert.
Suddenly a horse and rider trots forward from the shadowed trail until the moonlit sky brings them into light. The horse climbs effortlessly up the hill and halts next to the black steed.
"Took you long enough!"
"I had to baby sit Misty for my parents while they went out, I got here as soon as they returned."
Crystal (15) rests her hands on the horn of the saddle, her body leaning forward as she meets eyes with her friend.
"Are you ready for this adventure?"
Laughter escapes Sarah.
A Vision Of DreamsA dreamer is an artist
Their dreams are their reality
Their imagination is their easel
Their works are our windows
An artist has a spark
A poem or a painting
It matters not
Each creation holds their hopes
We are all dreamers
In our own unique ways
With our thoughts we will rise
And as dreamers we will never fall
The Dream of Returning HomeClay carefully tucked the silver necklace and St Jude medal under his shirt. It'd fallen out when Luke landed a nice right cross and nearly put Clay on the ground. But he'd recovered quicker than Luke ever thought he would and capitalized on the surprise with an upper cut that left Luke laid out. It took three of their crew to carry him to the medical bay. Clay had walked and patiently waited to be attended to for his injuries.
He'd only had a moment to glance out the window and see the small dot of light that was his home before Crash was sitting down in front of him and asking why he'd picked another fight. “I was bored.”
“Most people have hobbies for when they're bored.” Crash pulled a fresh kit out and opened the package so he could clean the open wounds on Clay's face.
“Fighting is my hobby.” Clay smirked at the look Crash gave him. “What?”
“Sometimes, I don't think you'll ever learn.” He squinted at the cut just above Cl
Genises IIMy routine was infested,
my foreseen was arrested,
my children, they attested,
my mentality's decline.
My up time filled with drab,
my down time filled with flab,
my wind chime hailed a cab,
and sipped on too much wine.
Exhausted from the week,
some relaxation seek,
lulled to a fitful sleep,
by telly's fickle glow.
I dreamed my mind was filled
with psychedelic pills
that swirled and sapped my will
and drained my mindful flow.
I dreamed my swollen head,
a pitcher full instead;
tipped to the side it bled
and spilled onto the floor.
The liquid seeped and spawned,
distilled a thoughtful pond,
a magic cleansing balm,
that soothed into my pores.
Much later I awoke,
my stressful fever broke,
my daughter gave a poke,
concern was in her eyes.
I sat straight up alert,
I gasped and then I blurt!
The carpet was a spurt
of multi-colored dyes!