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%PoeticalCondition critique - Nice topic - Well delivered - Quite insightful I am a huge fan of being myself ... although people seldom...

:devpoeticalconditions: critique. This is a delightfully interesting piece, though I am not a fan of long poems but this one in particu...

The Walls of Unsaid by zancan
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A particularly beautiful piece. It is actually amazing how much this simple picture conveys. 1) the fact that the modern society is sev...


I recently saw David Camaroon misquote the reason for the Peshawar Army Public School Attack. He said in his tweet that the attackers attacked the school because they didn't want the proliferation of education and CNN has reported that the Hospitals denied admission to female victims of the attack due to gender bias.

Owing to this I am using the only forum where I have access to people from other nations to clarify this allegation placed on Pakistan and its people.

Firstly, The Pakistan Army has been engaged in a full scale operation against the Taliban and the attack on this school where the majority of the students were sons and daughters of Army personnel was their retaliation and had nothing to do with preventing education. We the Pakistanis are proud in our support for education of both genders and no one purposely prevents anyone trying to study except for a few groups of miscreants (there are bad people everywhere but Malala does not represent a countrywide problem).

Secondly, The school which was attacked was already an ALL BOYS school and the only female victims were teachers and staff who were given all due medical attention at any hospital in Peshawar wherein they were received. The Army Public School and College System is a system of gender segregated schools and colleges and BOYS' and GIRLS' campuses are separate in all the cities where the schools operate (A choice that the school system takes on its own to prevent fornication and teen pregnancies and should not be taken to represent Pakistani people as sexist) therefore there were no female students hurt.

I would like to beseech all who read this to spread this message and would specifically call upon PuzzledHeartBox Malintra-Shadowmoon 3wyl shehrozeameen jackskarma fernknits and RobinHedberg  to spread this knowledge both online and offline as a personal favor to me.

God bless you.
In clearest skies above the clouds.
where hope reigns supreme.        
Above all woes of day to day.
From whence, so small they seem.
Oh one may so lose track of time.
How one may dare to dream.
In clearest skies above the clouds.
Where hope reigns supreme.
In your embrace, love, I have found.
A million years of solace.
As if my soul had been unbound.
From every worldly malice.

And in your arms I felt complete.
As if my home I'd found.
No worry ever could deplete.
A comfort so profound.

And now my only wish my dear.
Is to your arms, return.
Wherein I'm freed from every fear.
Where worries do not burn.

This Week's Deviant: :iconshehrozeameen: shehrozeameen 

I KNOW I KNOW I'm 4 days late ... but here it is ... this week it's one of my close friends, 
Shehroze Ameen (other than being the person to introduce me to dA) is a very splendid poet and prose composer and his writing truly speaks for itself... so without further ado I will artwhore all of my favorite works of his on this journal post because he is awesome :dummy:

MSC #9 - SpenserianIrony - crucial for new ideas
From these lands where dreams are buried skin deep
That none may know there had been such areas
Hence for society's progress their steep
Arcane Morals should not be made to creep
Into the psyche for thus does it lead to
Stagnation and decay to slowly keep
Their presence in society turns true
If they do not come we cannot construe
These ideas which give meaning to lives
We would be nothing more than what we knew
These sheep feed from Mother Earth's blessed hives
Irony builds what we take for granted
Ideas - irony our minds planted
  Rub'i of Ghoststhe ghost in the fog whispers goodbye;
without its shell, without hope, his cry
for salvation is lost in the haze,
where his voice utters: when will I die?
  Shadows in the DraperyThey watch and they make their sounds
Their empty sounds without voices – a bark coming round
Emptiness in their faces, a myriad… a web made from laces
These shadows that dance so lucidly their enchanted dance in phases
They call out to their cry a cry to be cried out in vain
But behind their incense is a disgusting malice seeking pain
Disdain…. Such pitiful disdain…
Myriads of shapes, and with shadows forming beyond
The emptiness consuming, the masquerade of confusion
In lands they carry their sounds of woeful tragedy – such hypocrisy
Their temptation to aid and displease is left in vain for the world to see
Leaving behind the incantation of an orifice, senescence gaping away
Grasping and killing these masked folk – their resurrection at bay
The truth of their lies; are gaping cries of the crow which sighs
For help in the reclusion
To seek what had dawned
But was never attained
As the empty voices of sounds… of barks coming round
Make for them as the
  Captain Ulmar Wenceslas LockhartCaptain Ulmar Wenceslas Lockhart
It was not a sight for the faint hearted, that I can tell thee
To see my Captain fighting his enemy, and break free
And live to fight another day, to explore the endless blue sea
Alas that is life, such are things meant to be
My Captain was Ulmar Wenceslas Lockhart, God be with the man
Sailed many seas he did, those who fought him were damned
None could be saved when they faced Lockhart, all feared his plan
To bring down the Odyssey, to which end he never ran
This is the story of Captain Lockhart, and his brave last stand
The Odyssey’s captain was no ordinary fool
He was Lockhart’s equal, affluent in all trades and tools
He was Nicodemus Bartholomew “Lockhart”
“Lockhart” because he equaled my Captain in every art
From the Port O’ Leon to The guild town Hall
Numerous times they blocked the seas; all
to themselves they kept the battlefield;
But alas, their efforts provided no yie
There was something about my world that I found unbearable. Maybe it was my own self-consciousness, screaming out bitter cynicism over the narcissistic indifference of my co-peers, in their drive towards a ‘self-emulated’ sanctuary from harm. Maybe it is a schizophrenic mania that cannot fathom the neurotic psychology harking at the devious fiends which is guiding the listener towards the plight of despair. Or maybe it was a frenzied Pink inside me, who wanted to close myself deep within my glass house - forgetting about the world outside of me... to become a Stephen-wolf of sorts, to misquote Hermann Hesse.
But that doesn’t matter... Or should it? Perhaps fate has cried out for whiskey far too often, and has reared its head towards me and what I’m staring at. A grave stooped high and mighty over a cemented platform hardened by granite chips and a limestone finishing of sorts that presents it as a tomb open for worship, rath
  The warrior's call"I saw the breeze of midsummer's bloom;
the leaves aloft, kissing the autumn goodbye;
Like them I embraced my impending doom
wrought in sorrow... tears dropping from the sky..."
The warrior uttered his last words
And embraced his fate - the unheard
demise bound the army; for he was a conscript
embracing his fate, aloft, the autumnal leaves slipped...
  Quatrain VIFitzgerald style Rubi
I wait by the pillars, the wind's respite
is a credence whose hearse ignites my sprite;
I wait for thee, oh pristine Aurora
glowing brilliantly like the Northern Lights!
  Quatrain VMy Lord Sent Me Isabella
From the Lord's commandment, gifted from His Hearse,
and thence birthed, as enchanting as Persian verse;
from His noble poems, a beauty carved with love -
Sweet Isabella, pearlescent drops from the Kingdom Above
  Rub'i of Dreams ForlornThe bliss of the wind, that pours by the trees
The ailment of regret, such is what she sees
For her spirit is lost, disenchanted, strayed
From the dream she had known - lost in fantasies

Mission Accomplished :salute:


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What you see is what you get simple plain and unpretentious... mostly sane

if however you feel like gore and darkness go meet the masked man :iconhaggass: to satisfy your demented side

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jackskarma Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2014   Digital Artist
Happy Special "this is your day cos this is your Birthday" You ;)
Take care ;)
DannyMechanist Featured By Owner 3 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thank You :3
PuzzledHeartBox Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2014
Happy birthday Dan! :highfive:
DannyMechanist Featured By Owner 3 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
thanks man... :3 how's everything in Belgium?
LostKeep Featured By Owner May 23, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
Hi Danyal, thanks for checking out my work :)
DannyMechanist Featured By Owner May 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
you're welcome
Vega-Master Featured By Owner May 19, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Sorry for the late response, but thank you for the watch.
That was rather nice of you.
DannyMechanist Featured By Owner May 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
you're welcome :)
jackskarma Featured By Owner May 19, 2014   Digital Artist
Hello Danny
How are you today ?
I hope that your week end was good and wish you a good week ;)
I just wanna thank you for fav' my stuff ! A true thank you ;)
Have a good day !!!
DannyMechanist Featured By Owner May 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome... :)
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