|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Mad ArtYou are my angel,
a nude canvas,
a psychedelic metaphor.
You stroke me softly
like an absurd instrument.
I am her passion,
our sex like wild rhythm
it is no form of a masterpiece.
She drugs my senses
with paint and fiery music
white, black, green, red...
We observe surreal pain,
write hard harmony
and draw rigid balance.
I scream out as if drunk.
Feel the glorious experiment,
raw, angry life.
Here in this empty studio
see us compose joy.
Capture deep impression,
create live art.
Bold, electric, mad.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Keep in Touch!
Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More