Worker-of-art

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Loss of Sense by Worker-of-art, literature

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Loss of Sense

Let you speak, For I would hear your words if it cost me my tears. May they come in a flow of sentences, So I may drown myself into them, And not die by too many breaths taken. And if speech is too costly to my ears, For they are not abundant in the wealth of your voice at this moment, Visit upon my eyes a Heaven who's gates they are barred against, And allow it be that my eyes become blind. For surely in their darkness your light shall pierce… And my eyes will be as nothing compared to you. As much of a beggar as I am in joy, There isn't a king who has more wealth than I in misery. Yet I would give up a kings wealth for what

Love Eternal by Worker-of-art, literature

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Love Eternal

When our wrinkles speak to us of a life well-lived, And our joints grumble to tell us of our youth earlier spent, I will look to you with loving eyes, And offer my thanks for you being Heaven-Sent. With memories aplenty, and laughter abundant, I will look towards Heaven's shores, And walk hand and hand with you to open its doors. So let Time come in armies, and Old Age in waves, For I will happily look forward to the two, Just so long as I have you.

Romance Snuck In by Worker-of-art, literature

Forever Yours by Worker-of-art, literature

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Forever Yours

You have my heart, You hold it in your hands. I guarantee that you never leave without it, For my love will follow you to the end of "The End" and back again. You are the Keeper of the Keys to my soul, You know me better than any other. When the sun rises, I will rise to its cold blanket of rays…. And wait for the warmth of your smile to brighten my day. You are not my darling, Nor are you my sweetie. My baby, you are not… Because you are not just one thing to me... You are my Everything. I love you Ashley.

Beloved Wife by Worker-of-art, literature

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Beloved Wife

I love you without time, or place. No beginning, no middle, no end… Holds power over the rhythm of my love for you. I love you as the grass loves the sun. With your warmth ever nourishing me, So no dark of night, or winter wind, may ever enter my life. I love you as the bird loves the wind. Urging me onwards, to see the better side of life, While constantly, with no secret of affection, your touch grazes my skin. With abandon, and not uniformed reckless restraint, do I have this love for you. Your lips, I kiss. Your hand, I hold. Your heart, I cherish. I am yours forevermore, as surely as… I love you… I love you… I love you…

Two Loves Combined by Worker-of-art, literature

Heaven Sent by Worker-of-art, literature

Adoration Reborn. by Worker-of-art, literature

A Perfect Failure by Worker-of-art, literature

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A Perfect Failure

Scatter, disperse, hide, and run! Failure has come, from the son. "Wicked ways" of his Flights of Fancy, Bring about a life oh so chancy! Fury found should be swiftly met, Is not sound advice, as of yet. What is lacked in love is abundant in hate, Should he now be so irate? Gather, come, follow, and lead. But ere now, should this advice ye heed. Should the son leave, do not follow, For it is where he goes that he shall sorrowfully wallow.

I've Lost You. by Worker-of-art, literature

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The Flight of an Unkindness by Worker-of-art, literature

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The Flight of an Unkindness

An unkindness has gathered, to mock in disapproval, the weathered voyage that I have taken. Deft, though it is at pecking me to shreds, I am tempered sufficiently to season this drove of drilling raindrops that are the onslaught of these dreaded and dreary days. As I watch in wonderment, the flight taken to tear me, I cannot help but admire the grace and civility in which I am served each blow to my consciousness. I remain thankful to the foe that I have befriended long ago, because now the besmirching is drawing to a close. I am unable to help but wonder though, whether the dreams of happiness that dance in my head will hasten to an end as t

Treachery by Worker-of-art, literature

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Treachery

Treachery, you are a courteously near-painless deserter. The kind cold-heartedness in you is something to find comfort in, for none know of the needle-thin path of which they have strayed onto, until it's too late. Though there is a storm of sorrow that hits the survivor of your dreaded gait, sunshine greets you and your true friends as all of you follow the bright trail of shadowy deceit.

Unseen Completion by Worker-of-art, literature

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Unseen Completion

The whispering wind bore news of your beauteous grace, and even with that knowledge I could not conceive of the types of love that I would have flourish and prosper for you. All loves, great and small, met in my being to honor you. My mystic dreams have born heartfelt fruits of joy whenever I am blessed by your presence. I am both lost and found when you are near me. I lose myself because I explore uncharted sentiments, and I have no knowledge of how to react except to care for you. Sensations, that have never graced the hearts of all before me, fly in on the wings of angels to settle down within. My emotions gather and bloom to become

Deja Vu by Worker-of-art, literature

Love's Will by Worker-of-art, literature

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Love's Will

Love does not comply with the whims of mortal man. The fiery passion of life, in which Love sings her siren's song, warms those hearts that have been gazed into by your mirthful eyes. Love is true to her means, and is not shaken by any tempest of thought. Love is you, with your unmatched grace and tender care. Beauty has never shown brighter, from the work that she has exerted, than in your inherent ways. Speak to me, the words for which I long. Say that Love has sung to you, so that our affections may complete us both. For without the Beacon of Love, which shines from you to light my way for me, I will be blind and will lose my way on

Poisoned Medicine by Worker-of-art, literature

Variations of Form by Worker-of-art, literature

Ink of Error by Worker-of-art, literature

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Ink of Error

The Ink of Error is etched into all of mankind. With each new blunder, a novel chapter of humanity is opened. The un-foretold tale being told anew, and new threads of Fate being crossed each day, as mistakes are written into the human race's saga begins yet a new weave. Mankind is flawed, through no action of my own, and yet it has been said that all and I are to be blamed for it. Regret can be the only companion to the doer of past mistakes, for not even Learning is guaranteed to the onlooker of memories. The hazy Mist of Time that covers the Land of Past Errors is a confusing fume that hexes one's brain until the visitor of that strang

Messengers of Mist by Worker-of-art, literature

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Messengers of Mist

The clouds are begun in their journey to sink closer and brush all of the grumbling civilizations that aren't yet crumbled. In this time of deeds, it is the clarity of night that peers forth at us to intervene in our affairs. The times when angels are among us, the flaws in humanity will cloud out the brightness of perfection while the fog slinks silently within our midst. All at once, we reach forward to learn of new existences while intangible messengers flit through our fingers. The whispering of unnamed notions is what lifts and delivers the permanently temporary veil of unseen things. When the divine blindness ceases and drifts away

Silent Emotions by Worker-of-art, literature

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Silent Emotions

Old memories now pass anew, in the vigor of alighted shame. Feathers of thoughts taken-flight, here land in blighted brilliance, on this rippled pond of laced grace. Stale intakes, of deadened breath, only bring newly familiar Disgrace to shriek with the laughter that was so heaped by the weighing of a heretofore-dead consciousness. The shadows have no need for the silence of their separate nights, any more. Hope, though perched on the foreign fancies that never fade, may just flock forward for all dreamers, now and to come.

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Faerie Flights by Worker-of-art, literature

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Faerie Flights

Softly silent, tickled by a breeze, do the leaves of Faery trees whisper; While lightly sprites deftly play on the stray cat's whisker. Elves mixing tricks for mortals' samplings, bring about many a traveler's leer; While silently She waits to lift the fancies of strangers with wild whisperings in their ears. This land I love, in dreams to come, will always be; Where no crease of age or worry sits upon my face. And a newfound joy is in the delight of trickery; While frivolity comes with endless grace. Where the treetops brush the sky, I will always dance forever spry. No river of tears will kiss my face, If forever I dare to there

Faerie Flights

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About Worker-of-art

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United States
Deviant for 20 years
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Current Residence: Chaos and perplexity.
Favourite genre of music: Alt-rock, rock, and some metal.
Favourite photographer: Geoffrey O'Donnell aka Signalbox.
Favourite style of art: Ok, this is getting boring. Anyone who needs to know this information needs help.
Operating System: My computer? Chances are that it changed five minutes ago anyway, so screw it.
MP3 player of choice: Let's see... Choose one. Chances are that I'll like it.
Shell of choice: MMMM... Shells. I'd have to say that I like coconut shells. Do those count?
Wallpaper of choice: Umm, can I skip this? Or is this a necessity?
Favourite cartoon character: Ask me in person.
Personal Quote: "The Ink of Error is etched into all of mankind." By me.

Favourite Visual Artist

Leonardo Da Vinci and Brian Froud.

Favourite Movies

Patch Adams.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Metallica.

Favourite Writers

Shakespeare, Poe, and Boccaccio.

Favourite Games

Why? Do you want to buy it for me?

Favourite Gaming Platform

(Casually skips this, so as not to start a war over what system is better.)

Tools of the Trade

Pens, paper, computers, and my own brain. Though I think my brain is broken. (Shakes it) Yeah it is.

Other Interests

Writing, music, the arts, women, and mythology.

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Worker-of-art

Oct 31, 2004

Absence.

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It has been so long since I have visited DA that I felt it was time to check in. I have been very busy with schoolwork, and some other things that have kept me occupied. It seems that I have a knack for Martial Arts (who knew I could stand a chance at sparring others) because I started Tae Kwon Do several months ago and I have not given up (despite the surprisingly numerous scars, sprained parts of my body, and several other things that have hurt me over these months). I have just recently submitted another poem, however I kept it short so as not to embarass myself too much at how poor my writing has become over my absence. I have around a th

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Worker-of-art

Apr 29, 2004

Sick.

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I have just contracted a cold after having a month of bronchitis. At least I can take care of my mom more now, and I ordered some CDs and a DVD to pass the time quickly. I also now have the time to go through my DA mailbox. 60 new messages ( 1M | 4C | 43D | 12J ) are all the messages I have. I guess I'm lazy. I need to answer my comments. I've gotten some really freat ones by great people who deserve more than for me to sit idly by while they do me the favor of going over my works. Thanks guys. I'll try not to be so lazy in the future.

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Worker-of-art

Apr 6, 2004

Thank you.

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I wanted to say thank you to all those whom expressed concern and those that wished me well. I realize now that my mom is very resilient to her cancer. Though she doesn't have hope in the long run, she might be like this for at least a month before she takes another turn for the worst. I will just have to put the best face on things as they are, while I continue to take care of her. As of today, I am here for quite a while. I will soon be entering onto DA a love poem inspired by an old love of mine. It is actually more of a quartet (I'm not sure if that's the right word but I think it is). It's basically two couplets stuck together. I just h

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sarahbean

Feb 5, 2006

hey wow, long time no see, thank you so much for the fav though! it's one of my favorite poems so I appreciate the recognition!

Worker-of-art

Feb 9, 2006

Yup yup. Sorry for the absence. I haven't been writing much, except for essays, and college applications. I absolutely loved the poem. I'm looking forward to seeing what else comes from that brilliant mind of yours.

-Connor.

sarahbean

Feb 9, 2006

brilliant mind? I have no idea what you're talking about. There is no brilliance in my mind, I think your's is overflowing, you're getting confused. Yeah, college applications are the devil, eww. They make my head hurt.

y-b-normal

Jan 26, 2005

YAY thanks so much 4 the +fav!

oh and i really like your writing...very creative

hi. thanks for the

You're welcome. It's my pleasure to have it as a favourite, seeing as it is a very beautiful piece of art. I'm sorry I didn't comment on it before, I had an unexpected and unpleasant surprise occur. Please forgive me my rudeness.

manycircles

Jan 26, 2005

nah. nothing rude about faving without comment. its enough to know my work is appreciated. i dont always have words for things i like.