Tantsui

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Sand by Tantsui, literature

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Sand

It was only moments ago but a millennium has passed and now I am old and frail Come, hold me again like the womb I returned to after these many frightening years I long to feel it again, the way it all slips through; passing a hand between grains of sand, inexplicably altering the flow of time. And oh, to be beginning and never see these chapters writ... It was only moments past but we lived our whole lives in it, and as soon as we turned around only pillars of salt remained.

Again by Tantsui, literature

Occam's Razor by Tantsui, literature

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Occam's Razor

Black is the path I wander but I will it into being, and in time it will join hands with the future I imagined: twisted and converged, built with the dead I chose to leave behind. The pain is great, the burden will not give way, the weight of the world grows heavier by the moment. This problem of futility, when all the imaginings of life are removed, is reduced to nothing. And everything will move aside to accept my design, unwillingly as the choice to yield is only available to the weakened.

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Prometheus by Tantsui, literature

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Prometheus

Detached woken from pedestal of soothing judgment I spring again to being as if the swing of time were but a shadow. Commanded... (but I hearken no master) I wade amongst my pool of brothers, whose desperate hands nurture the reddish eyes that wash us in hunger. As we see thee move amongst involuntary - no, mindless chatter, and we (again, we) piled against the floor I raise my lifeless hands and say "Come forth, dear hood and carry me alone amongst the pines for selfish as I was in life, wordless tongues still mouth you 'hangman'--- on mine is 'son' only 'son'."

Decay by Tantsui, literature

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Sin by Tantsui, literature

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Sin

Calmly internal reason convulses, adapts: blood osmosis out of a breathing shell and prostrates before a natal aurora of riches the scent that will bring us to our feet devastating, simple in the conclusion of life draining our time left and just as the rain expels our wasted thoughts amass black tears of an apathetic genus twist the genius child crush and distill the substance of a structure of lies

Complete by Tantsui, literature

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Complete

Grab me by my halted breath and pass the final step into madness--- hands twisted in scorn to desecrate all proper guidance. All the time I wasted believing truth was here; what can I still ask of the living? only the dead are complete. Pseudo-stigmata, a ritual of disgrace overwhelmed solely by ethereal mutilation Something is missing inside of me! rational and murderous, cancerous, spilling from me heavy and soundless; absorbed in these servantile needs waiting for pleasure to remind me of painful emptiness. Truth is only the yoke from which the blind lead the blind--- what can I ask of the living? only the dead are

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Sand by Tantsui, literature

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Sand

Again by Tantsui, literature

Occam's Razor by Tantsui, literature

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Occam's Razor

Pearl by Tantsui, literature

Prometheus by Tantsui, literature

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Prometheus

Decay by Tantsui, literature

Mistake by Tantsui, literature

Sin by Tantsui, literature

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Sin

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Joseph by indiana-w, literature

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Joseph

In this empty chamber where I have slept on the floor, I secretly dance in the light that comes through the window. I leap, I twist, and I bend, embodying the sounds and music that I love. I remind my body that it can be graceful and wild, that my fingers and arms can paint war in the air, that my hips and legs can remember love and passion. I remind myself that I can just dance. My eyes are far away. They scour horizons for your face, for the familiar tang of your thoughts. I think of you and pour myself in and out of a molten vessel. Everything is inside out. I move and smile, thinking that maybe you watch me still.

In Gethsemane by AlecBell, literature

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In Gethsemane

He knew what I would do, why I would do it. Even the best wine will sour -what once was sweet and true can be transformed; become a bitter, toxic brew. Night had silenced the garden. I approached him with the high priest’s crew. I ended his tormented hours, I was convinced that he must loose his godly powers. That he was god I knew. In those night-wrapped olive bowers I had no doubt. But he did nothing. It wasn’t true.

Other Place by BethlehemLights, literature

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Other Place

In the infinitesimal spaces between moments, I caught, with unsteady fingers, a gap, And tore a doorway as yet unfashioned To that other place of greyness; Clasped my heart and felt it Caught my breath and held it Until I, with pregnant apprehension, Onto that shadowed plain alighted, Drew lines of substance on the sand, And illuminated the galaxy. As I looked around in that enchanted deepness, Pondering the precepts that brought me To this wilderness so far from thought, I fell, lay a while in wonder, And died.

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The Wisps of Sleep by Tantsui, literature

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The Wisps of Sleep

From the wisps of sleep I am stirred; the soft waves, the ample hues of light morning's call fall in slit-segments over my weary eyelids. In the halls, there is a silent whisper. Down the stairs, a beckoning begins to reach my ears: though quiet, reverent as prayer in empty pews. I catch a glimpse, a motion in the dark, a shuffle of feet; I know what awaits behind that corner, around the wall of the still living-room. And, just as I had heard it before but now quite louder, the soft humming of my mother; a pot of tea coming to boil; the sizzle of eggs on a frying pan.

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United States
Deviant for 17 years
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Hey people. I'm Tantsui - you can feel free to pronounce that any way you want. I'm not even sure. I'm a Masshole, a death metal musician and a poet. Somewhere along the line I had enough time to become a realist, too.

Current Residence: U.S. of A.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
Favourite genre of music: Metal
Skin of choice: Human

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Tantsui

Feb 1, 2010

February 1

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Tomorrow, I'm starting my much-delayed polyphasic program. My thumb was broken for quite some time, and it would seem pointless to begin without knowing that my hand was in good condition to begin my guitar practice regimen. I just got cleared by the doctor last week, and my hand feels great (except for a small bit of pain in my thumb here and there) so I'm going to go head-first into this. I will be keeping a dream log as well as (hopefully) keeping a schedule of how often I've practiced. Chances are with all that awake time I'll be able to do some writing too, so keep on the lookout. -Tantsui

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Tantsui

Oct 29, 2009

You won't read this anyway.

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Just kidding? Well, probably only a few people actually still click on my journal. But for those of you who do... I'm starting a major personal project soon and it's probably the most amazing thing I've ever done with my life. I detailed it at my blog - occamsphaser dot blogspot dot com - and I'll overview it here (copypasta warning): Step 1 - Achieve polyphasic sleep as detailed by the Uberman method (20-30 minute naps every 4 hours). Step 2 - Begin a regimen of periodic guitar training, leading up to and exceeding 12 hours of practice a day. Test a possible 20 hour practice schedule combining elements of effective practice with personal t

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Tantsui

Sep 13, 2009

Agh. Me am sick.

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So I caught a cold or something. I feel like my head shrunk and now there's not enough space inside. My body is tired, but I'm wide awake. Maybe I'll watch a movie or something.

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indiana-w

Sep 21, 2010

I miss you and your word-sounds.

thanks for the watch

No problem. I like your work.

buffydoesbroadcast

Jan 11, 2009

Good afternoon! One of your watchers has nominated you to be featured in Today in my Inbox Vol. III. The project is a dA meme that features new deviations from exceptional artists. I'm just informing you that you have been featured... and your art ROCKS! Have a good day!

(Oh, and you're hot!

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Tantsui

Jan 12, 2009

Oh, I'm glad you like it. <#

buffydoesbroadcast

Jan 2, 2009

oh gosh, how have you been? I haven't heard from you in ages.

Tantsui

Jan 4, 2009

Ah! I haven't been around in a while; all my creativity has been sapped by a dull job and a dull life. Not that I'm unhappy; that may, however, be the problem.