A new poem plus some major deviantart issues

Some background info:
http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=29420581&size=o
http://www.deviantart.com/view/21139764/
http://splat.deviantart.com/journal/6066915/

I know I said I don't post journal entries here, but I'll make an exception this early. Something rotten is happening in Deviantart. You know something is up when one of the FOUNDING members of an organization gets fired. You know it especially when the current admin has given no word as to why this has happened.

The whole community is in an uproar, as it well should be. Deviantart is a free hosting site for artists EVERYWHERE. The person with the most pageviews is even a filipino: http://bleedman.deviantart.com It could be said that DA is being more business-oriented as time progresses, but it has a right to be. More and more people are joining up and the bandwidth is expanding. Ads and membership are needed to fund this dream.

Yes, DA was a dream. A dream brought to online LIFE by two men Jark and Matteo. It was because of those men that we, the members of DA can post our works and share our comments and views with others.

As per the policy of deviantart, no member or ADMIN can delete threads or posts. If you post, then it is history. Say your apologies if you must, but you cannot edit your posts. It is because they want to preserve everything in DA. Just recently, a thread about Jark being fired was edited, to put it lightly, by one of the new admin members with no explanations given.

I didn't know Jark and Matteo up until somebody posted a little stamp as a deviation, but I'm glad I've heard of this. I know a lot about broken dreams.

Some people at the DA COMMUNITY has suggested boycott. I know this'll be effective if a lot of people join in. Deviantart has traffic precisely because the members post their art. All that traffic will go away. Business and money will go away.

The dreamers have stopped dreaming. How long can we live within their dreams?

Here's my poem. Untitled as is. It kind of matches my current topic. :p

He set down his dreams on parchment paper,
While she lived them out in glitz and glamour.
His pen worked feverishly with quill and ink,
To keep the memory of every sweet thought.
She whiled her time away conquering mountains
And drinking of the sweet nectar of life.

At the end of it all, both found life deficient.
Like a meal only half-tasted, full of promise,
Lacking in delivery.

He never tasted the bittersweet fruit of a life lived.
He was bereft of all the shining lustruous tangibles
That make up life.
She has lost her taste for adventure.
Wistfully reclining on her mountain vista
Recalling lost dreams obscured by time.