We All Have Dreams

BROAD
AS A BEACH
ROOMY
AS A MIND
CENTRIFUGALLY
LOVING
ONLY TO FIND
THAT PURE HOPE
CAN DIE
WITHOUT ACTION
TO FOLLOW
THE DREAM
CANNOT FLY
WHEN THE DREAM
IS HOLLOW
HOLD UP
TO THE FLAME
OL’ FORTUNATE TIME
BURN ALL
BUT THE NOW
AND CONTINUE TO CLIMB
FOR THE JOURNEY
IS WHERE
YOU REACH
THE DREAM
IT IS NOT
WHAT YOU THINK
IT IS NOT
WHAT IT SEEMS
LIVE TO CAPACITY
YES
DOWN TO THE TOP
HOLD OPEN
YOUR HEART
AND DON’T
EVER STOP
YOU GOTTA
LET LOVE FLOW IN
AND GIVE IT ALL BACK
YES THIS IS THE DREAM
TOO MANY OF US LACK
BROAD
ROOMY, YES!
ALL INCLUSIVE
YET THE DREAM
SEEMS TO BE
FOREVER ELUSIVE
DO YOU HAVE A DREAM?
YES, LOVE IT
CHASE IT
YES, I HAVE A DREAM
AND KNOW
THAT I’LL MAKE IT———–>

LOVE

© 2009

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

Feeding The Fire Ants

a mass of ants
devour a leaf
including
the stem
and I soon
discover
that I know
several things
none of which seem
relevant to this
so I reach
to a tree
near
the crawling
clawing
pile
of
six-legged pincers
and pull off
a juicy
green
piece of foliage
off
gently
and feed
the fire
again

© 2009

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

Angels Shower

Angels shower
             Love upon us
Undeserved
             for Love is free
Trees they tower
             truth above us
Undisturbed
             for truth can be
A strong power
             deep within us
Unreserved
             for deep are we
Fear devours
             all about us
Unhindered
             it kills the trees
And soon we cower
             and people fuss
Unobserved
             this Love could be
So on this hour
             each one of us
Uncovered
             we all must see
The blooming flower
             Love within us
We are Love
             and I am me

© 2009

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

Once Was White

My mind is charred
Marshmallow in flame
Black it melts
Never the same

Once was white pure
Fluffy and soft
Embers of thoughts
Now linger aloft

Plenty of fuel
So much it won’t end
These thoughts, yes they burn
Scorch sizzle and singe

No chocolate to chase
No sticky or gooey
But crunchy black burnt
Flaky not chewy

Stuck on a hanger
To hang and to hang
Poked through the middle
Emotional pangs

Sitting on end
Releasing with smoke
Suffocates my sanity
Smothers and chokes

The fire it smolders
No, it will not die
And my mind the marshmallow
Continues to fry

© 2009

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

Shadow

First I see a shadow
Then I see it’s me
My shadow is a part
of my reality

2 stand in the light
I must accept
that I will always
have a shadow

And my shadow said
“move me”
“move me”
“move me!”

Everything has a shadow
unless it’s in the dark
Everything has a shadow
Everything makes it’s mark

The only time
there is no shadow
is
when it’s dark
Then light becomes the shadow

Have U ever seen a shadow of light?

Only when U glow
Only when U glow

© 2009

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

Tears of Love

FASCINATING TEARDROPS

ROLL OVER CHEEKS

TRUTH REVEALED

TRUTH I SEEK

CLEAR AND BLUE

DOWN THEY STREAK

INTO THE LIGHT

WE ALL SHALL PEEK

MY MIND DISTORTED

WEARY AND WEAK

MY HEART IS OPEN

OPEN AND MEEK

WATERY CLOUDS

FROM EYES THAT LEAK

FEELINGS SURROUNDED

BY MUCH MYSTIQUE

SOME MIGHT SAY

THAT I’M A FREAK

BUT I KNOW love

IS NOT UNIQUE

THIS IS THE TRUTH

THE TRUTH I SPEAK

WITH love MY LIFE

NO LONGER BLEAK

© 2009

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

Ghosts of Memories Past

Ghosts of memories past
cry forth from the shadowy
underbrush within

Ghosts of memories past
Oh! How could I forget?
Where do I begin?

Ghosts of memories past
It seems I know not what I’ve done
or where it is I’ve been

Ghosts of memories past
hidden behind veils and veils of blackness
known to most as sin

Ghosts of memories past
Merciless in their weight
Dire as tearing of skin

Ghosts of memories last
How I pray that they’ll stop
God, please let them end

Ghosts
of
memories
past
are steadily
haunting
me

© 2009

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

Vacuum

I Live in a vacuum
RRRRRRREEEEEEEE REEEEEEEE
I Live in a vacuum
SUCTION !!!!!

© 2009

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

Reality

Ossified
Firm
like my head
a rock is hard
a rock is dead
but strings
HANG
in nihility
and i wish that i could count
numberless numerals
like so many people i know
I could
use long
extemporaneous
words
but the four letter variety
seem to work well
Sanity
defined as
neurosis-free
Fuck
I Love
Reality

© 2009

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

This is a new poem I wrote today.

If She Believed In Dreams

If only she believed in dreams
I know that she could see
true reality
I feel as if she’d want
so much more of me
not some flipped out fantasy
If she believed in dreams

Who could blame her
toward such sullen trepidation
for when a heart breaks
collapsing oft
there is not consideration
to be feigned
only bye-bye salutations
then shadowed shame

If she believed in dreams
I sense that she would be
what it is she wants to be
someone truly free
and so much more than me
a light that’s filled with love
not some lost dichotomy

If only
she believed
in dreams

© 2009

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