Whispering

As she whispers

I learn

to lower my voice

© 2011

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

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

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

Wolf and Crow

I stepped upon
a crow feather
last night

Mere accident
I suppose

Reached down
to pick it up
then hesitated

uncertain
if I should touch

something
so
sacred

I thought of her
with her sly sunset smile

These thoughts
went many places

none of which
I shall describe here

I can only summarize:
She moves me

I have things
Not those kind of things
Other things
Things I dare not mention

Intrigue bites
and questions gnaw

to the onyx depths
of old bone

within the carcass
of this charcoaled relic

this grizzled hold-out
from a time forgotten

this bastion of the eternal;
Wolf

Majestically
he pounces into the abyss
stirring up snow

and
when he comes up
a soft look in his eyes

there

ever so gently
‘tween his teeth

he holds that feather
in his mouth

knowing it belongs

to his precious
friend of the wild;
Crow

© 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

She is the Flow

She could explain beauty to a flower
She is that amazing

But, dare she
appreciate
the many twists and turns
on the limbs of this tree?

With her I take my comfort
knowing that
when I stop
and talk to the ants

that she might stop
and talk to them with me

Understanding
the true and precious nature of ants

and that they are wonderful communicators
not to mention
good friends to have

Her acceptance of me
disarming

Getting to know her
a joyful gift

Unexpected
like the word
“Sugarbuns”

I take delight in my own handwriting
knowing I write for her

because she is
the Flow

And once you know
the Flow…

that’s all
there ever really is

to know

© 2009

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