http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:mateojb&section=today deviantART RSS for by:mateojb en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Tue, 15 Dec 2009 07:00:59 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/9124790/ http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/9124790/ Tue, 20 Jun 2006 09:51:34 PDT ~mateojb http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/6257911/ http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/6257911/ Thu, 18 Aug 2005 01:56:01 PDT ~mateojb http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/6257910/ http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/6257910/ Thu, 18 Aug 2005 01:56:01 PDT ~mateojb http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/4123859/ http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/4123859/ Tue, 21 Dec 2004 23:37:01 PST
There is this feeling which creeps within my soul when I see you; a vivid feeling which is akin to nothing which I have ever experienced before. It begins within the heart, a shutter as if the heart had stopped for a moment to partake in your beauty, before trickling up through the rest of my body. It is this feeling which I’m addicted to, this sensation from which I never tire. And as the rain falls outside my window, I am reminded of you and how I desire for nothing more than to shower you with my love just as the rain showers the spring flowers with the kisses of the gods.

As I lie beside you, our bare bodies entwined shamelessly, I look into your eyes, and beyond the glass of those spheres I see the soul which I love. It is the soul in which hope still survives despite these hardships; it is a beautiful soul which feeds the magnificent passions you manifest. Lying there upon the clouds of our loves, my hands become one with the surface of your skin which I could journey across for a millennium. Then you speak and the words part gracefully from your exquisite lips as does the dew part from the rose on a cool spring morning. Traveling across the jasmine air which separates us, your words kiss me gently beneath these red sheets. I move in closer to you and kiss you as the airs part and all which is left is you and I. It is here when I experience you for you; it is here when I feel the true sentiments of your heart as it reaches from the depths of my chest to devote itself to this feeling; this love for you.

Somehow here is gone and somehow time stops to permit the transcendence of this moment into the paradise in which we’ve made ourselves a home. I look into your eyes again and fall asleep happy with you by my side.


This is the death of life and the beginning of something greater. ]]> ~mateojb http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/4122661/ http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/4122661/ Tue, 21 Dec 2004 22:34:48 PST
Your skin is flushed, your sweat combines with the tears which run from your pain stained eyes, your body moans, and all the while the songs which you once loved play through the chaos within my mind. And the irony sets in.

Wake up my beautiful child, the day is new and the sun does set only to rise again. You are my sunshine, setting in your sorrow to awake in a new happiness. Wake up my beautiful, let not your pain and suffering consume the beauty which is enshrined in that sacred soul. Cry child, for the tears shall wipe away those torments.

But I fear your tears have dried up, and with them dries up the fountain of your life.

Awake my cherub, for you are loved.

"Where are my angels?
Where’s my golden one?
Where’s my hope
Now that my heroes have gone?
Some are being beaten,
Some are being born,
And some can’t tell the difference anymore." ]]> ~mateojb http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3942919/ http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3942919/ Sun, 28 Nov 2004 20:33:20 PST
This music thrashing and tears within my soul, driving me through the courses of the composer’s torment. It is alive in itself; free from all and a slave to nothing. It is this freedom which I long for; a freedom within the music. And then it is found, diving deeper into my soul are the sounds of a passionate love.

And then… silence…

The sounds which come next are the muted sounds of the torments which lie in the circles of hell. Screaming and calling out from the pit, they are the voices of the afflicted; the voices of those whose wails have come too late. The whispers are a hiss within my ear, beckoning me to a form of madness; calling for me to be a part of the consumed and the damned.

The lies.

Flowing like blood from the fangs of a serpent, her words are venomous. Each word mingles in the air before being caught by a poisoned ear. Into me they seep. Deeper and deeper into my head the words echo; hushed by the hiss of a lie’s sweet kiss. I envision myself elsewhere, amongst the music again; in my bliss. The chords of a major scale are thus played within my tormented mind. Foreshadowing my songs doom, I prepare for a deafening silence.

Instead I am confronted by a solemn dirge; an eternal requiem for my happiness’ death. I am consumed in its passionate dances for the dead. I close my eyes and darkness clouds my vision. I feel a shiver through my body, seeping through the oceans of my skin before arriving at my heart; biting and tearing at the inner fabrics of my soul, threatening to tear me apart. The songs of my torment evade the silent air as they seep through my pours. “Veritas odium parit” is their song as voices join together in a chorus of suffering.

Then it fades.

The hisses of her venomous lies haunt me again and I am alone. Where is my bliss? Where are the eyes which shown through the darkness with songs of hope and love? Now they are but glass spheres in which the comfort of truth is entangled with the pain of such lies.

A gentle rain waters my sorrow. Salty and warm, the raindrops are the tears of a tormented soul which has lost all hope.

And then you whisper to me, “I love you”. ]]> ~mateojb http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3789426/ http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3789426/ Mon, 08 Nov 2004 21:21:34 PST
As I partake in this glance which I’d once hoped for with all my being, I am alone and haunted by the realization about how it was never intended for me, but rather for the embraces of a gentler soul.

The rain caressed winds kiss her cheek before moving into the awakening of winter’s start. And within its requiems for the autumn’s end, a simple word joins in the breeze’s chorus:

“Sorry.”

It is with this that the colors of hope fade from the sky. And in their final hours they paint the shades of her beloved eyes which had forever seemed so unknown to me.

Walking towards the twilight as the dusk plays its final tune, she says hello to change and bids an adieu to my broken heart which will forever follow a dieing hope. ]]> ~mateojb http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3711467/ http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3711467/ Sat, 30 Oct 2004 20:53:15 PDT ~mateojb http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3710424/ http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3710424/ Sat, 30 Oct 2004 17:50:41 PDT ~mateojb http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3559625/ http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3559625/ Sun, 10 Oct 2004 18:34:32 PDT
This weight oppresses upon my soul and holds me down; it is the anchor to the ship which promises to bear me upon the waters of bliss. Yet, through my souls own malcontent, I am instead left hopelessly grounded upon the land’s solemn shores as my ship sails into the setting sun. Perhaps I’ll never be able to truly soar across the water’s glassy face to lands where I can be free. Free to live, and free to die.

It seems destiny that loneliness shall haunt the days which pass before me; days which I see, yet do not experience. I am unworthy; unworthy to be apart of the oceans which kiss my feet as the tide rolls in to remind me that I am alone here. If only I could melt into the careless seas and join in their ecstatic dances. Maybe then I'd feel welcomed; maybe then I'd feel free...

I hate my eyes. They remind me of the water’s glassy surface. Glossy with the day’s tears, they remain transparent and show my soul's true core; a core which I cannot hide regardless how hard I may struggle to hold it close.

I am hated and in my tear clouded eyes are my lonliness and sorrow manifested. ]]> ~mateojb http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3559621/ http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3559621/ Sun, 10 Oct 2004 18:34:05 PDT ~mateojb http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3559618/ http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3559618/ Sun, 10 Oct 2004 18:33:39 PDT
Raindrops and teardrops shed from passionate turmoil litter the morning ground. Together in unison they sing the choruses of death’s sorrow. Each drop, being akin to none yet resembling all, sings part in the beautiful harmony of ethereal melodies which embrace the tender earth before seeking comfort in her crevices.

All that accompanies me are the tears and rain which sing together with angelic voices which cause emotions of sorrow and bliss to fight for precedence. Water beads in my hair before running down unto my brow and joining with my tear drops. Together they fall hopelessly to the unforgiving ground beneath which aches and screams out for salvation from such destruction.

Crimson skies take presence and bloody baths of sunlight diminish into a greedy darkness that longs to consume my reality. The sky bleeds colors of red and orange before succumbing resentfully to its death; the blue diminishes and darkness consumes the morning’s light.

A cold wind sweeps in from the west; it is the last breathe of the day as it gives in to the fiery eve. All is gone. Beneath me the ground burns which such fiery passion that the moon fears what’s to come of its fury and hides itself beneath a cloudy veil. Shadows are cast upon the earth and all light flees; beloved stars’ beautiful radiance is shunned, and cursed are lands which are undeserving of stars’ beauty.

In the night are things which dare not haunt the day for fear of what light will show to their ignorant and deceived eyes. From within the shadows comes one gowned in a black cloak whom wishes to hide from the eyes of those that do not understand such motif. I make out the form as of that of a female whom approaches me and whose figure is perfect in its femininity; so beautiful and perfect that it would seem to jest at those of lesser fortune, yet in the end her figure manifests an inexpressible humility; a unnatural humility possessed by only her.

Hooded so as to disguise the face beneath, the woman approaches me as though floating upon the cool winter air and mesmerizes me with her utter perfection.

To be continued... ]]> ~mateojb http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3558038/ http://mateojb.deviantart.com/journal/3558038/ Sun, 10 Oct 2004 14:43:27 PDT
I've included some of my most recent LJ and DJ posts for your viewing pleasure.

So hello everyone. It's been a while. ]]> ~mateojb