Kissaki69

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We Rise Together by Kissaki69, literature

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We Rise Together

Do you hear their cries now? The songs of the tormented? Do you see their pain now? The streets now bleeding red? Why must brother strike brother? Why must these siblings fight? Could we not have stood together? Instead of trying to hoard the light? The world we live in is a mix of colors, Nothing is ever just Black or White, We choose to be divided from others, Instead of listening to their plight. Separated by superficial things, Skin, Gender, Passion, or Creed, Ignoring their voices cry and sing, Blind to the things we should heed. Are we not all meant to be the same? Do not we all bleed the color red? So why instead do we bring shame? Over the lives we have led. We are Children of the Earth, Our Mother weeps in sorrow, Why we all argue our self worth, Not thinking about what lies tomorrow. Come, gather and listen brethren, Our pains are shared one and all, We can’t rise above the horizon, So long as we are hoping others fall. So I see you, I see your pain, I offer

Heart of the Pagan by Kissaki69, literature

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Heart of the Pagan

They say we should all act a certain way, That if we are different we should be shamed, Everything, Faith, Love, Morals or Play, to live as everyone else, forever lamed. Where are the wild dances of times gone? When did seeking happiness first become wrong? Why must we seek the approval of some? And be ashamed of answering the call of the song? Our world is part of an eternal dance, We have only but to look and see, The Sun and the Stars move every chance, And the Moon moves with the sea. Energy is as part of us as the air we breathe, The song speaks of life and truth, that speaks of who we are to truly be, and lessons we lost with our you

For Jarlytha by Kissaki69, literature

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For Jarlytha

When at first I heard the tragic tale, It felt like it was just a mournful dream, That reality would soon prevail, As everything couldn’t be as it seemed. But the tales had been sadly true, And reality was in the wrong, For the world had gone a darker hue, Without being blessed by her song. “Why did you take her from us all?” I demanded when I confronted Death. “So no harm on her journey would befall.” He replied no louder than a breathe. So I ventured out in search of her to find, The location of her soul’s resting place, To finally give myself peace of mind, For one last time gaze upon her face. I se

A Silent Tear - 9/11 Tribute by Kissaki69, literature

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A Silent Tear - 9/11 Tribute

The Silent Tear falling to the ground, The screams of memory deafening, leaving nothing but the absence of sound, with only the pain remaining. A war waged upon their memory, the victims rising to stand firm, fighting against the acts of tragedy, their own fates to determine. Rising above the stains of gore, continuing against any foe standing together in the face of war, challenging the world for all to show. Heeded the call of forgotten heroes, danced to the chorus of the Valkyrie, the blood boiling upon the constant woes, and their only thoughts upon Victory. But remember all the sound of the screams, of 3000 people who did not ask to

Crying Upon A Blue Moon by Kissaki69, literature

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Crying Upon A Blue Moon

As I sit here howling at the blue moon, Crying my sorrows more blue then she, Hoping that one day that is coming soon, I can be again who I am supposed to be. I'll be honest when I say I'm not pure, I'm probably one of the furthest from, But when she tells me that she's sure, That I'm the best thing that's ever come. Even though I know their is so much wrong, In everything who I am standing here today, When my ears catch my precious Dove's Song, It feels like everything will be ok. And it's been two years since I've been there, Able to hold onto the one I love so dearly, That I felt like I truly didn't have a care, But then to

Will you? by Kissaki69, literature

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Will you?

When I think about the one I love, Including both the good times and the bad, Looking at everything that has been done, Love everything she that has been had. Yearning again to simply to be with you, Only to be able to hold and to feel our love last, Understanding that the chances it may never come true, But hoping that one day it will come again to pass. Enduring as your love I have endlessly chased, Many a time that you've shown the same to me. Including the very day that I saw your face, Nor did that change on the day I had to leave. Existing even after we had been parted And against all odds we have persisted, Giv

Am I? by Kissaki69, literature

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Am I?

Today I have to wonder, As I look at the world around, and I begin to ponder, even questioning aloud. What is it truly by, on what we will be graded. When in the earth we lie, And the last breath of life faded? Is it what we have done, the changes that effect the globe? Or is it about only the one, On who we love to hold? Or what about with what we take with us? When that bell finally does toll. Else maybe what we do leave in the dust, for ease others with their load. Is it deed done by our hands? or the potential for things we do? What we grow upon our lands? or the pain that upon our leave ensue? Is it the

My Home by Kissaki69, literature

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My Home

It has been said time and time again, that home is where the heart resides. No matter where you are carried on the wind, that it is their where ones path lies. And that is what is true with me, though it is not a place but the one, with the ending of the path plain to see, but the journey's trail hidden from the sun. I know not what to do inorder to return home, though I will do whatever I must for it to be so, For I'm not sure on how much further I can go alone, before the weight of the world takes its toll. I long to be in her arms once more and to do so I'd give anything. from traveling the earth or to soar. Just to be able

The End by Kissaki69, literature

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The End

The end of a chapter, the end of my feelings the end of my laughter, and my fate is sealing. I'm at where I began, with suspicion and remorse, the end of the race ran, with everything taking course. I gained a love through trials, when one cheated on me before, now It seems I've turned back the dials, and reopened the old sore. I've given both my all, and loved them with trust, heading every beck and call, and doing all with them I must. And though I thought she wouldn't fate has made me a fool, as she tried and lied, and just made me her tool. So the end of this chapter, the end of this age, and to what will come aft

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We Rise Together by Kissaki69, literature

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Heart of the Pagan by Kissaki69, literature

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For Jarlytha by Kissaki69, literature

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For Jarlytha

A Silent Tear - 9/11 Tribute by Kissaki69, literature

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A Silent Tear - 9/11 Tribute

Crying Upon A Blue Moon by Kissaki69, literature

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Crying Upon A Blue Moon

Will you? by Kissaki69, literature

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Will you?

Am I? by Kissaki69, literature

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Am I?

My Home by Kissaki69, literature

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My Home

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Deviant for 16 years
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I'm mainly a poet, and only when the mood strikes me. I am not one of those that can write whenever, or on a whim. So it may be months in between my submissions, sometimes maybe days. It all depends on what's happening, and whether my Dove inspires me or not.

Current Residence: United States
Favourite genre of music: Metal
Operating System: Windows 7

Favourite Visual Artist

Dark Natasha and Goldenwolf

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Disturbed

Favourite Writers

Robert Jordan

Favourite Games

World of Warcraft

Favourite Gaming Platform

Computer

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, colored pencils, paper

Other Interests

Gaming, Hanging with friends, and being with the one I love.

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Kissaki69

Jun 21, 2011

A Poet\'s Value of his own work.

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Many people who know me, know I believe my poety of low quality, despite what people tell me. But, then I ask who judges poetry? Is it the person who writes it, who sees every flaw within its words? Is it the person who reads it, whose opinion can vary from person to person. Is it some critic, or some grand person who puts value upon it? Some people write and draw for money. I'm not one of those people. I don't sell my poetry, nor do I do comissions. So who is to say if it really is worth something, I myself don't see them good enough to try to sell, and doing so would defile the very reason I wrote them. I write poetry, because I feel I mu

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Christopher-Stoll

Nov 2, 2016

Thanks for the watch!
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JackyNr97

Feb 28, 2015

Thank you for watching me! :3

Dominique-Lefalle

Sep 19, 2014

Welcome to D.A!
:D (Big Grin)

Dinfreal

Jun 30, 2009

thanks a lot for the fav

Kissaki69

Oct 28, 2007

Decided to join, and try it out. I am posting some roughs, and other simple sketches I have done. Perhaps, at a later date, I may upload some of my more time consuming sketches.