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Heave heavy individualism

  • 14 November 2007
A common dilemma Gathering dependencies harvested by glory Leave imprints of flash floods with completely new stories Soft-coloured justice and marble décor And realistic conflict pushed down to the floor Natural identity and natural delights Heave heavy individualism against red-coloured spite A common dilemma which always occurs Thrusts angry dispositions and knowledge that spurs Well-appointed prospects but ill-advised devices And improper solutions prompting mixed sugar and spices Perceptual fatigue and favourable outcomes Leave heavy minded foolishness with garnished conundrums – Daniel J. P. Poetic Poems ‘Such is life’ depends on how such a life is viewed And in simple things one’s distasteful pleasures removed In grace upon grace, and in times of space When smiling fiercely becomes saving face Pleasant bullets, pleasantly released Leaving young flowers wholeheartedly deceased Rising sun and plush young things Taste toxic water with polluted springs Symbolic metaphors and a broke-down palace Soft skin for an opening and a spear for a phallus Wave upon wave of poetic poems Leaves heavy boulders reduced to small stones Scratched lines in a surface breeds sufficient new purpose And gold-tipped wings become emancipated things Plush young things with gold-tipped wings Fly over green fields with green-coloured feelings Eye lash rose and splash-flavoured prose Leave many an observer with gathering foes Leave with a thought and be of the sort To have left with a thought but not to have fought – Daniel J. P. Shiny lights and flicker fools To sail across a sea, by night time, who are we? Shiny lights and flicker fools, which of these, are God’s tools? Lonely planet, effective nightmare, madness or sadness, which do you share? Captive mind, a not too eager heart, which of these, will you part with? In the lonely darkness, of my head, is where my fears, are a growing dread A tragic thing, it makes me wonder, beneath the thunder, just who, who are you? Mirrors on walls, far away calls, and a chance to leave this space. – Daniel J. P.
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