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Quiet Brilliance

dakasky — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 02:37:07 +0000

Quiet Brilliance

somewhere
a longing
deep inside
is identified
and my search
goes on
a desire
yes
somehow fulfilled
and the sparkling path
that I walk on
often without knowing
and fading into the sun
is always there
Quiet Brilliance
yes
Quiet Brilliance

Dedicated to the comfort and peace of those suffering in Japan from the earthquake and tsunami.

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

Tongue

dakasky — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 06:36:29 +0000

Tongue

Tongue

The
Power
of Tongue
to slice
or to love
to express
or to say
what we’re thinking of
Biologically
the strongest
muscle of all
could shoot words of death
like a cannonball
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM
soft and slimy
able to taste
yet words are spoken
with waste & haste
Death to the lies
Death to the hate
Death to everyth….
No – Wait ! WAIT !
Care what you say
Care what you do
Nothing will happen
Unless you choose
to speak only Love
to say only Truth
accompanied by mouth
assisted by tooth
Yes
Often things are best conveyed
Without tongue in action
Silently say
nothing
nothing
ssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh….

My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

Death of a Spirit

dakasky — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 23:21:17 +0000

Death of a Spirit

Death of a Spirit

Long Toes
Hold
Many Reasons
Like a Fatal Bird
That Flies In The Night

Apples Roll
Down Brick Streets
And Rot
Where They Stop
Yes Rot

A Fly
Big And Green
Lands
On Horse’s Hiney
And’s Killed
Instantaneously
By
Swat Of Tail

In A Heart
Somewhere
Swims A Fish
In Murky Blood
And Sucks Up All The Love
Yes Sucks Up All The Love

Death Of A Spirit
Death
Of A Spirit

My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

I am a Ghost

dakasky — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 20:29:08 +0000

I am a Ghost

To start off the poems here, I figured it would be apropos to begin with the first poem I ever wrote. It all started at the tender age of 6. Here is the untitled masterwork of that very young boy. It may be the best and most honest poem I have ever written.

i am a shark

i eat fish

i am a monster

i eat cars and crush houses

i am king kong

i got killed

i am a parrot

i fly and eat bugs

i am a ghost

i scare people

i am me

My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky