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Judith by Filiuk, literature

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Judith

The moon was bright, the sun fresh dead, When Judith o'er my doorstep tread; When sulked the sky and slept the birds, Earth's ceiling lit with stars in herds. She gave a kiss- "It felt as two" I told her in a charming woo. She gentle smiled and granted me The pleasure of her mirth to see. We took of wine, with modest sips, Then, soft, drank from each other's lips. A cautious touch, a chaste embrace; The curving of her spine to trace. Fair Judith shared with me her dreams- "I'll make them true, though hard it seems." Then laughed she, loud, at my expense, Still, gentle lovers were we hence; For when the birds sang once again,

Obsessed, like little animals inside my head by Filiuk, literature

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Obsessed, like little animals inside my head

Obsessed, like little animals inside my head Keep scratching summer's lair off the rubbled walls, Covering them with mud paint, soaked in mourning gowns. Today the zoo is closed; the gentle beasts roam free. My coveted lamb is dead; slain, in a strange wolf's paws. The agnus Dei, privy to the good of God, Unknown to dangling fruits of centred garden trees; Not long still spared of Eden's bloody treasury. If ever it returned to me, the bitter hope's mahogany And ivory dreams of lakes with bottoms brown and still. But no use dwelling on past visions in this wake; Death swift takes her due, inclemens in extremis. Sick, like lepers ju

When dull, the morning fingers seep into my skull by Filiuk, literature

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When dull, the morning fingers seep into my skull

When dull, the morning fingers seep into my skull- When bright, the tentacles of light spur tickles unto me, I know the new of day is come And drafted throws me in the onset tide Of poignant coffee cups and stark-dry bread; The rearing drops of sweat on heavy gears And flattened wheels, pushed through the cunning holes Of asphalt Flemish roads. When weak the sun bears down, wearied, Unto dewdrops; hinges of diffusing light, I know the night is done And eye's rest must cede to the rallied bright. No quarter given to the outworn mind, Whilst limbs, stretched over lengthy hours' labour, Drag along the yearning fibre; Fabric torn a

Happiness by Filiuk, literature

In barren hearts of fools I call my friends by Filiuk, literature

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In barren hearts of fools I call my friends

In barren hearts of fools I call my friends, An unrich flower grows; a farmer's rose, That blooms whichever way air traffic sends This steerless seed, adrift without repose. Their lands be arid, acres reft of life; A dried up desert, nemesis to growth; Still grows that poppy, overcome all strife With enemies all other life does loathe. And though the daffodils might mock its leaves, The noble rose resent its nimble throne, No haughty flower has its red outshone; Cause while these bourgeois plants, uptight, tide well Inside their wealthy master's garden cell, All these will wither, wealthy care deprived.

Tis blood alone that moves blunt men along by Filiuk, literature

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Tis blood alone that moves blunt men along

But bitter blood has bloody strife undone. Though wise men may peruse their speech and pursue peace, Tis blood alone that moves blunt men along. The time to take the stage and act has come. In favour of this war, speak out and force a move Upon this coward's hand; this state of slaves. The strong alone shall rise to stand next day And pay respects to deaths, though well deserved, Of servants who've their superiors served. None but the old can claim the idle right; They, who've already surrendered their part in life. All others - all - must partake in this strife.

As old men squander time by Filiuk, literature

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As old men squander time

As old men squander time in parlours stuffed with dust And books writ by a withered hand, New blood creeps through abandoned corridors That charges our present world as is unjust. Their youth rejuvenates the paper hearts of those Reigned by the scribbles of a different time. As old men learn again to act and walk, Their mouths are rid of habits old and talk verbose. Their hearths rekindled, flames arise to former warmth Again to drive out coldness from this land And work the rusty wheels of industry. With fingers locked and arms clutched tight, they face the tide And though their keen of sight may well corrode, No salt shall scra

I pray the ravens remain silent now by Filiuk, literature

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I pray the ravens remain silent now

I pray the ravens remain silent now And bow their feathered necks to face the clouds; The winds shall cease to stir the poplar trees, To rest unmoving in tranquility. When then this orchestra has played its song, We will bring down, with pride, his tired limbs And lift his shoulders from their lifelong strain As soon, he too, will from this world be gone. Let then the quartet strike their strings again; The choral cries fill empty skies And claim the air that swerves still violently. Let life on earth its jubilance retain For each to find or search the while he tries, Though death does move the wheels of history.

Your death shall build no fortress here by Filiuk, literature

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Your death shall build no fortress here

Your death shall build no fortress here, Where I have underdug the fields And scattered fearless batter rams. Your death shall build no fortress here. We'll flee its path and seek refuge In forest moss, lush greenery And climb the high trees, if we must. Your death shall build no fortress here. To shun mankind, we'll become birds To sing each other soothing tunes; To make forget the howling herd. Your death shall build no fortress here. And when we'll die, then let them search; Collect our souls, they'll find them not. Far from those wolves, again, we'll perch. Your death shall build no fortress here.

This death shall swift be overcome by Filiuk, literature

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This death shall swift be overcome

This death shall swift be overcome By no Greek heroes vying; But bitter pride has harm undone. If need it be, then walk lonesome To avoid tedious prying; This death shall swift be overcome. Don't listen, the time isn't come. Neglect their vicious lying; But bitter pride has harm undone. The passer-by pities seldom, One shouldn't waste time trying; This death shall swift be overcome. And soon this battle will be won, No need to bother dying; But bitter pride has harm undone. My arms will be the sole welcome, The haven to confide in. This death shall swift be overcome; But bitter pride has harm undone.

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Judith by Filiuk, literature

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Obsessed, like little animals inside my head by Filiuk, literature

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Obsessed, like little animals inside my head

When dull, the morning fingers seep into my skull by Filiuk, literature

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When dull, the morning fingers seep into my skull

Happiness by Filiuk, literature

In barren hearts of fools I call my friends by Filiuk, literature

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In barren hearts of fools I call my friends

Tis blood alone that moves blunt men along by Filiuk, literature

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Tis blood alone that moves blunt men along

As old men squander time by Filiuk, literature

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As old men squander time

I pray the ravens remain silent now by Filiuk, literature

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I pray the ravens remain silent now

Your death shall build no fortress here by Filiuk, literature

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Your death shall build no fortress here

This death shall swift be overcome by Filiuk, literature

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This death shall swift be overcome

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Love Me, Not A Label by lackofevolution, literature

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Love Me, Not A Label

Love me for all my labels except one, Appreciated and hold tightly the deflecting lung, Look at me from a different side, Cross my boundaries with nothing to hide, Speak to me with a meaning behind each word, Ignoring the link, members of the same herd, Smell the sent, please don't forget, The blurred meaning of the word; protect, Ignore me, the approaching season, Just don't always use the same reason, Hold me, forget the gap between my birth and your tomb, You can push me away, just not when another enters my room, Support me, provide more information then text, Help me draw a line between abuse and sex, Forget me, leave centr

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Belgium
Deviant for 16 years
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Current Residence: Belgium
Favourite genre of music: Alternative/Jazz/Icelandic/Ambient/Baroque Pop/Classical
Operating System: Windows Vista
MP3 player of choice: iTunes
Favourite cartoon character: Ash Ketchum
Personal Quote: "3.02 The thought contains the possibility of the state of affairs which it thinks. What is thinkable is also possible." (Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, Ludwig Wittgenstein)

Favourite Visual Artist

M.Bellamy/Jonsi B./A.Kurosawa/K.Ki-Duk/J.K.Rowling/N.Gogol/...

Favourite Movies

Yojimbo/Seven Samurai/Breath/Dancer In The Dark/HP7/...

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Muse/Sigur Rós/Patrick Wolf/Björk/Level 42/Hiromi/...

Favourite Writers

J.K.Rowling/N.Gogol/D.Verhulst/J.T'Hooft/A.Rimbaud/E.Södergran/H.Murakami/...

Favourite Games

Pokémon Yellow/Zelda the Twilight Princess/Tekken Tag Tournament/...

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Gameboy Color/Gamecube/PS2/PC/...

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Pen & Paper

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Musik, Film och Litteratur

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XSweetSakuraKissX

May 9, 2012

Hay Jelle just wanted to info you that I’ve been gettin some weird e-mails for ya and I think one of your hotmail accounts may have been hacked

Filiuk

May 9, 2012

Hi, sorry about that, I've heard so from other people too. I'm not really using that address for correspondence anymore anyways, so you may as well block it. All future e-mails will be sent from devos.jelle@hotmail.com

By the way, sorry for not replying for so long. I've been procrastinating for a while to answer your latest mail because of the hope to write a decent answer, but it seems that won't be anytime soon. I'm sorry, but it's just that with the end of the year drawing closer, there's a lot coming together with organising the school dance, entrance exams, finals, year projects and fund raising for the scouts, so I guess it'll be a while before I can resume our correspondence, or at least in the lengthy manner we used to. I might be able to do shorter chats that require less lengthy attention though, if you'd rather?

Anyways, hope you're well and again I offer you my apologies

Jelle

XSweetSakuraKissX

May 15, 2012

No problem at all, I was just a little bit worried that something was wrong. I understand that you are very busy and so am I so whenever you’re ready to start again where we left off (this time with shorter summary of our days)) I'll be waiting. Question are you going to your prom??
Peace,
P.S-plz don’t scream me like that again I almost had a heart attack and wish you luck on whatever is occupying you.