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Emanuil Tolev

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You by emanuil-tolev, literature

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You

Don't be afraid. Sometime, when You're tired; Sometime, when You're weary; Sometime, when You're mired, And the rain is too heavy... Remember. You can bathe in the skies; You can drink nectar of life; You can root in time itself, Why weave with pain a knife... A knife, a slice of Your life. Cut Your cake, eat it apiece - A spouse, a job, a car, a house. Always living life on lease. Your hunger You don't feed, Though food is all You have. Wake up, 'tis not for Your need That the rain so bitterly bites. It's for a need much greater, For the need of others. Since none but one is healer And that one is another. A hand moves

The Peacemaker - perspective 1 by emanuil-tolev, literature

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The Peacemaker - perspective 1

A cool, very dry breeze from the climate control system ruffles the sheets on the general's desk. Many of them have "TOP SECRET" stamped in the rusty colour of blood. But there is just one crumpled sheet which almost burns under her unforgiving gaze. "Sgt. Bailey's personal diary", is the only line that can be seen, written with a weather-resistant pen. The handwriting is a little childish, as if the hand had not seen pen n' paper in some time. She extends a rough, trained hand, fingernails trimmed, and turns it around. The entry is not dated, altough she knows the date quite well, and knows the exact hours when soldiers usually get arou

Smile, Laugh and Celebrate by emanuil-tolev, literature

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Smile, Laugh and Celebrate

Smile, laugh and celebrate, It's Your eve and Your demise. You never wanted nothing else, Always wanted for Yourself? 'Tis true, for not a finger did You lift, As cries shred the air in bloody mist. You never let Yourself cry, Now stand alone by Your pride! You will look for solace shy, And You will find but poison tide. Hollow laughter, false hope and distrust Shine in Your children's eyes along Lust. You corrupted the words of the ancients, Your science cursed dreams to damnation. The fruits of Your "arts" are steel in the heart of light 'Tis true for each and every nation. Now we're all blind, groping around In hazy green

All That's Left by emanuil-tolev, literature

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All That's Left

We won't see no precious fire, Our home is now a cold white flame For the heavy stone of our desire Has crushed our heart, with eyes of shame. Our "grand hope" will not awaken, Our children are all bones and dust, For white-hot hatred had us shaken, We had forgotten, sin of "must". We dared say that they were nothing, We had forgotten gentle touch, We made a crown of steel and coal, With dirty fingers, burnt our soul!

A Matter of Perspective by emanuil-tolev, literature

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A Matter of Perspective

At first, I was just a sparkle in the periphery of the fire of life, a little drop in the ocean of warmth that existed between two souls. Then I was twice me. And then twice me again. And again. The creative power of nature pulsed through me, pulling together the threads that bind all things, living and non-living. A miracle in the circle of life occurred as mechanics old as the universe itself shook off all notions of stagnation and rose to bind history in me. From the birth of the first particle of the universe, through trillions upon trillions of single cells, through the rise and fall of civilizations and the birth and death of galaxie

Prince Arthur 1 by emanuil-tolev, literature

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Prince Arthur 1

The witch, who was banned even by her own brethren, stepped forward. Prince Arthur still stood warily at the entrance of the shallow room. His very presence in this hideous place brought the scent of the ever-green, endless English fields and his fine longbow, hung loosely on his back, sprinkled the whole room with the smell of young yew, the noble Archer's Tree. Excalibur, whose magic usually made it shine gently even in places of total darkness, emitted only a dull, greyish glow. Arthur didn't say a word, but rather felt the thoughts being forced in his mind without any willful move from his side. "You'll pay for your prideful venture her

Transcend oneself by emanuil-tolev, literature

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Transcend oneself

The vibrant sword in my hands, The eternal movement of the sands, The soul-stretching righteous fire... I'm of Holiness a humble squire. One day I woke up and I went - No more waiting for a sign god-sent. Truthfulness shall be one's knife Compassion guards from outside strife, Forbearance lets one easily glide And never lets the evil inside hide. I walked and walked until I saw, Myself again, in Despair's gnaw. The sword rose in shining flight, The sands stretched 'till out of sight, The fire burnt fiercely in greater height... They crushed the foulness and the evil My chaotic thoughts slowly turned all civil.

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The Peacemaker - perspective 1 by emanuil-tolev, literature

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Smile, Laugh and Celebrate

All That's Left by emanuil-tolev, literature

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All That's Left

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Trace of Starlight by emanuil-tolev, literature

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Trace of Starlight

The life of a Star, a frail vision of eternity, born in the palm of God, to join Heaven in fraternity. Archangels line up in procession, Drawing their gigantic swords, Bursts of holy Light in a succession. Saluted by the Highest Lords, The small Star rises! A great new journey then begins, Peace and wonders never seen. The Dreambringer flies through the skies. Burning with a great compassion, Filled with a hope so bright, The Star sees mankind, in deception; And kneels before the throne of Light. There! Hidden deep within the azure clouds, The young Star finally returns, and Its smile away the anger shrouds, While its Angel

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United Kingdom
Deviant for 14 years
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I'm a Computer Science BSc graduate (UK) and am originally from Bulgaria. I'd really like to learn singing and playing the piano and the harp, as well as learning drawing. My current art capabilities extend only to the form of writing I'm afraid :). When I write, I use my interpretations of various popular imagery, such as angels and God - they represent selflessness for me, and are *NOT* religious images. I'm certainly neither Christian nor religious in any way myself.

Most of my works were written as "early poetic attempts", so please do not refrain from properly criticizing them ;). I still haven't finished any "mature" written work, though doesn't one continiuosly develop oneself...

Current Residence: Cardiff, Wales, UK
deviantWEAR sizing preference: No idea. I would guess small or medium though, I'm quite lightly built
Print preference: I like large prints (e.g. nature shots), but sometimes larger sizes just aren't suitable.
Favourite genre of music: Uhm.. gentle new-age / celtic / irish / gaelic melodies.. symphonic metal, power metal, power ballads.
Favourite photographer: Definitely no idea.
Favourite style of art: Gentle things, like light sculptures, nature shots, digital stuff (unicorns, planets, fractals), space art
Operating System: Microsoft Windows 7 / Ubuntu 13.04
MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen (don't have one though)
Shell of choice: Bash
Wallpaper of choice: Wallpapers with cats, also abovementioned favourite style of art
Skin of choice: Black-green / Black-blue hacker's themes. Also minimalistic white.
Favourite cartoon character: Maggie the Elder Fairy from Ferngully - Last of the Rainforests

Favourite Visual Artist

No favourite visual artist really. A bunch of people on dA, I guess :).

Favourite Movies

Gibli animations foremost (Howl's Moving Castle!). The Matrix as well. Fantasy and Sci-Fi in general.

Favourite TV Shows

Star Trek: TNG

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Loreena McKennitt, Mike Oldfield, a few others. Uriah Heep have nice songs.

Favourite Books

Harry Potter. I like LotR but haven't read him in a long while. Haruki Murakami is pretty nice.

Favourite Writers

Gene Rodenberry, J.R.R. Tolkien

Favourite Games

Starcraft I, Heroes III WoG, Might & Magic, Sega Genesis games (yeah, retro!)

Favourite Gaming Platform

Tools of the Trade

Pen 'n notebook, flying sheets of paper; vim on Linux, Notepad++ on Windows

Other Interests

human rights - esp. falun gong / dafa in China, computers, gentle poetry/prose/visual art/music. Censorship of the Internet.

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Nov 12, 2009

On the topic of journals...

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This is going to mostly be a journal entry on the topic of journals. Diaries of other people, journals + me and how we fit together. First off, I'd like to (sort of) feature the following diary. It's the old diary (1998 to 2005) of Telsa Gwynne (she's Welsh, I should think). She's the wife of Alan Cox, one of the best-known Linux kernel developers (slash geeks and outstanding programmers) of our time. She has a quite succinct and brief style, and an excellent sense of humour. You're going to love it if you or a close person around you falls into one of categories "geek", "spouse/partner of geek"! It's also _the_ oldest example of a blog/jour