portraits - looks from within

[lequidon1]

http://www.vnjournal.com/ebeogallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_ink_face.jpg

http://www.vnjournal.com/ebeogallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_ink_face1.jpg

http://www.vnjournal.com/ebeogallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_ink_face10.jpg

[kiyomi]

whoa...those are some..ummm....dark pictures lequidonsan...wow..

[lequidon1]

I like your avatar, kiyomi, so adorable! I draw and write very dark stuff. the kiki and friends ( in case you saw them) were made recently just to simplify life.

[kiyomi]

Oh my..you're the one who drew those cute cow pics and stuff?

wow....

I love those cute pics in the other thread..this dark side you have is very interesting as well..

Nicely done though.

I think I'm still in shock...

[lequidon1]

Thank you for being the first honor guest reviewing my work.
this is one of my most recent poems & I wanna share it with you guys.

why the worm must die after the rain

In the middle of the road, there was a worm
Looking at him, I stopped
Out of no way; he was trying to find his direction
Did he know where he must go?
I asked
The beauty of the sun, so clear
After the rain, there full of light
All bright, the smokeless sky
So clear, as I said
The worm on the road
As God, he who felt, so deep
Opened the heart, he took the worm
As its sweet will, said so
A burning skin, to show fair
The worm must wear
In his quest for direction
He returned to God, heaven above the sun
And still, the beauty of the day
After the rain
So clear, the image of the worm
As I said
And so days and nights
I searched and searched
Deep searches inside
The flashing of the moment he died
Did he know where he must go?
The worm must die after the rain
Beside an endless meadow
There was that worm, lying on the road
He could not see under the sun
Add still the question
I asked what meaning to me
The worm had brought
Direction, nothing but misconception
Why, why
The worm must die after the rain
Too soon my friend God said
My answer for you still far away
For you, had many years to stay!

and this is the scratchingboard "without direction" that i did a few yrs ago
http://www.vnjournal.com/ebeogallery/albums/userpics/10001/normal_scratchboard_WITHOUT%20DIRECTION. jpg
thanx for looking guys, i hope i wont steal your happy life :)

[kiyomi]

Very nicely done, Lequidonsan!

*applauds*

Keep up the wonderful work! ^_^

[lequidon1]

thank you, i wish I knew how to write a love poem. I would write one for you. Your avatar is so elegant/classy/charismatic

[kiyomi]

oh..umm..thank you.

It's always nice to know that an old broad like me can still inspire love poems.. ^_^

[lequidon1]

lol, if so I would strongly recommend you to change the avatar. ;-) cuz it looks too perfecto

[kiyomi]

Sorry I misunderstood what you were saying earlier. (How egotistical of me to think that way..LOL!)

Anyway, yes, Faye has been my favorite avatar for a long time and especially this one I have of her is defiantly classy and elegant.

So, fell free to write love poems to Faye. ^_^

[Powatanner]

why do i feel as so my heart gave in and collasped
these look pretty depressing if ya ask me

[lequidon1]

Sorry I misunderstood what you were saying earlier. (How egotistical of me to think that way..LOL!)

Anyway, yes, Faye has been my favorite avatar for a long time and especially this one I have of her is defiantly classy and elegant.

So, fell free to write love poems to Faye. ^_^

:) that makes me believe you r a very pretty (woman/lady?) :)

[kiyomi]

No, I'm not pretyy at all. And I do not have the class or elegance that Faye has. (wishful thinking.)

If you haven't already seen Cowboy Bebop, then I highly recommend that you do. Watching Faye is like watching poetry in motion. (To me, anyway.) She's funny, strong, and has a lot of class. Guess that's why I like her so much. :naughty:

[lequidon1]

just a matter of opinion! :) I think u r beautiful anyway

[lequidon1]

a sad song

he wrote a sad song

he doesn't know how to smile
Holding things inside
His eyes felt dry
and he can't cry
but onion made tears from his eyes
yes, sometimes he has feelings of fear
who can take them out for him?
who can make him happy?
things that needed to be released
he wrote a sad song
it's a sad song
onion made tears from his eyes
he can't hide himmself
it's a sad song
and who can sing it loud and long?
he wrote a sad song
his eyes felt dry
and he can't cry
it's a sad song
who can take them out for him?
he said
if he believed in God
would God send s.o to love him?
and if he believed in love
would love send s.o to save him?
he wrote a sad song
it's a sad song to sing
it's a sad song
Do you feel the sad rhythm?
Will you sing it loud and long?
yes, it's a sad song
listen to his song in the middle of the night
and singin it loud and long
his eyes felt dry
and he just can't cry
if he believed in God
would God send s.o to love him?
and if he believed in love
would love send s.o to save him?
he wrote a sad song
it's a sad song to sing
it's a sad song
will you love him?
will you save him?
it's a sad song
he wrote a sad song

another depressing piece.
"if u want to be loved, you have tro present yourself like a flame", said casanova ( in case you guys watch the movie) lol
maybe i should not show my weak side

No, I'm not pretyy at all. And I do not have the class or elegance that Faye has. (wishful thinking.)

If you haven't already seen Cowboy Bebop, then I highly recommend that you do. Watching Faye is like watching poetry in motion. (To me, anyway.) She's funny, strong, and has a lot of class. Guess that's why I like her so much.

I dont watch Japan animation a lot, just a few of them. Run away, spirit, howle the moving castle

[lequidon1]

another poem:

garden of hope and dream

on one of my grey days,
I went visit a garden of hope
to have its spirit, to lift my chin
as dust in winds, as salt in sea
as one small seed, shall become tree
so deep sweet dream, I weep and grieve
so strong with hope, rooted in me
as I experienced cuts and salty tears
salty tears, I learned from them with smart
those acid taste
And I sat down on the grass
to have its nature, giving me the desire to grow
as words came out from mouth
as vows' success, still fresh from lips
I turned to the garden of dream
to have a glimpse of my future
hidden behind the curtain of mystery
I saw my name and filled with joy
there, letters carved upon stones
when jealousy and deceiving are all over places
when mistakes discourage and false comforts drive me
when my self-motivations are weak, I sell my days for pennies
when the creator of emotion in me feels the hunger
I went visit the garden of hope and dream
to have its love, to comfort my scream
to have its blessing, to keep on dreaming
As the journey is still far and long
so steeled the heart, to broke this storm
And I stood in my garden
with faith in works that i perform
life is just a simple game I play with my mind
so never to give up, things will turn out alright

[lequidon1]

http://www.vnjournal.com/ebeogallery/albums/userpics/10001/christmasgift.jpg

[kiyomi]

Once again, you've outdone yourself Liquidon.

Was a pleasure reading your poem!

Awsome art work too. :)

[lequidon1]

purpose

I also said I had purpose
Crossing the sea, rocking the wind
facing fire, for the search of that very first thought
Of every road leading me to madness
to the unknown wishing Hell
the personal me within
I’m asking for more
in the crashing of pressure
to achieve one greatest pleasure
loneliness, hell of emotion
Greatness, heaven under the sun
yelling within silence
Grieving inside happy moment
Experience the difference
Distance of Enlightening
Again, to the me within
within and within
the cover of a fruit
the should I wish I could
mood of anxiety
voice of fury
dream in peace
rest in me
I wish I wish
wishing in violence
asking but giving no reason
the moment within
carving within
dying within
within and within
lonesomeness
to the within
within lonesomeness
tearing out confusion
the bubble of allusion
I had a conclusion
extrusive force of life
in the given circle of trust
exaggerating the must
deceiving my own purpose
And the rhythm of anger
adding the flavor of dashing
in the process of defining the missing
the link of purpose
to the glory of perfection
what is good in that walk
Addicting to power
Lying repeatedly
Buying ticket to pass the Satan’s gate
the sign of me
the within, within and within
inner power, inner sin
to the me, only me
the greatest goddess
Gross
madness
He's lonely
clickin on the teeth
tickin and ticking
sound of his own movin
chewing nails
sticking gum
sucking thumb
Drawin to some conclusion
to the me, the only me
sign of sickness
looking or observing
dying or breathin
Drinking or vomitin
in or out
up or down
beginin or ending
take a look
you or me
who is he?
hello
then
I may want to ask you to count
within me
is it the first time
or is it not
is it the same old rhythm
or it is not
should I make something different
see
they continue talking
while walkin
see
he continues typin
while frozenin
Does it make a difference
cuz
People think and act differently.
Silence for he to think
And to do what
Where is life leading him
When future is covered
With a blanket
And he could just barely see
It’s me
Opened and closed his eyes
A long silence falls
Like a deep breath
his dim recollection
Darkness is all over
The heart is weaker
his soul is silver
It's me
I waited here for an answer
Come from the source within
Meaning of wrong acts
Predicting future
Find my blue print
Another day has passed away
Findin myself return to the same old way
And again darkness is all over
The heart is weaker
I continue waiting here for one answer
From within
Meaning of life
His collecting
of teeth

[lequidon1]

why the worm must die after the rain

In the middle of the road, there was a worm
Looking at him, I stopped
Out of no way; he was trying to find direction
Did he know where he must go?
I asked
The beauty of the sun, so clear
After the rain, there full of light
All bright, the smokeless sky
So clear, as said
The worm on the road
As God, he who felt, so deep
Opened the heart, he took the worm
For its sweet will, said so
A burning skin, to show fair
he must wear
In his question for direction
Returned to God, heaven above the sun
And still, the beauty of the day
After the rain
So clear, the image of the worm
As said
And so days and nights
I searched and searched
Deep searches inside
The flashing of the moment he died
Did he know where he must go?
The worm must die after the rain
Beside an endless meadow
There was that worm, lying on the road
He could not see under the sun
Add still the question
I asked what meaning to me
The worm had brought
I was caught, thoughts within thoughts
Direction, nothing but misconception
Why, why
clamored for the nature of his remedy
he, the confirmator for an unchanged path
perhaps beautiful melody
The worm must die after the rain
but why?
Too soon shithead, God said
My answer for you still far away
For you, had many years to stay

[lequidon1]

upon wide sky, i look down smile
wandered freely, with starry night
the moon I chase, the wind I catch
must go, I come to say goodbye
the earth, indeed belong am I
I dig the meaning of this life
forget me not, forget me nots
a mind at peace, how pure at ease
to dear the heart
so praise for me, friends
though, not yet met
upon wide sky, i look down smile
wandered freely, with starry night
the moon I chase, the wind I catch
must go, I come to say goodbye
I am now sunlight
I sing I dance
the happy song
with joy, I stand
a mind at peace, how pure at ease
so be happy, my friends
I do not sleep