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Fools-Muse
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[2009-04-03 22:25:01 +0000 UTC]
"The Fool\'s Muse"
(New Zealand)
# Statistics
Favourites: 119; Deviations: 3; Watchers: 5
Watching: 15; Pageviews: 5012; Comments Made: 304; Friends: 15
# Interests
Favorite movies: BladerunnerFavorite bands / musical artists: Prodigy
Favorite writers: Roald Dahl
Favorite games: Final Fantasy 8
Favorite gaming platform: PC and PSP (with emulators on both)
Tools of the Trade: Dreams
Other Interests: Writing, gaming, gardening, drawing, modifying Windows XP, fixing computers, changing lives
# About me
Although more skilled with a keyboard than a brush or tablet, I chose to join DeviantArt because I was so amazed at all the beauty that is added here, every day. I have always loved to draw and take photos, and I hope that being here will improve my latent abilities ;)Recently my muse was taken away from me by the pressures of study and family issues. Somehow today I rose above these challenges and regained my ability to write, and penned this short piece. I might post other pieces in future here, if I can figure out how! Anyway, here is my poem. It is entitled, "Winter".
I'm sitting in my cold stone room
the heater flutters at my feet
my room is a box with a window as one side
beyond my white monitor is a winter fairyland
resilient bush and lithe trees glow deepest green with the rain in their roots
they sway in a wind I cannot feel
and shiver in a cold I have forgotten
crystal balls of dew cling to every leaf
and a long-forgotten scrawl has been reborn on my condensated window
melted words from a dusty summer
the air in here is heavy
nature is so close I can almost touch it
but I dare not
lest I break the spell
I am so afraid, I feel I mustn't write anymore
because at this point my mind is invaded with the fear of having to talk to people around here...
the empty greetings, the false feelings
like the pithy dialogue of a cheap sitcom
we live in an invented stance
we follow rules dictated by an unneccessary past
logic tells me I'll be happy with warmth, food, safety, and love
so why should I say so many "good mornings" when the day is already dead?
why should my elbows clear the table edge, why should my fork be upturned?
why can't my family love a good person?
why don't people look out of the window anymore
and love the raindrops
the blue sky
or natures perfect...
existence...?
Current Residence: The Beginning of Time
Favourite genre of music: Jungle
Favourite style of art: Vector, High Contrast
Operating System: Windows XP White Edition (custom), Windows 7, Ubuntu 10.4, Linux Mint Isadora
MP3 player of choice: Winamp
Wallpaper of choice: Aurora
Skin of choice: Concave Dark
Favourite cartoon character: Gon
Personal Quote: 'Break the fourth wall, talk to God.'
