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For Mira
It’s a funeral. It’s a loss. That’s why there are no words.
There’s nothing documented between
Aardvark
And
Zyzzyva
That can fill the void
Of you
In my life,
Nor frame
My utter
Devastation
Nothing
That will unwound you, but
The day is long and
Boring, so
I fucking dance,
Kick up my
Heels,
Amidst
The dim
Procession
I fuck stupid
I, stupid fuck
I, Exilis
I fuck things up
Hey, ditty ditty
And there’s nothing pithy, there’s
Only
Ache
That rises from the
Disturbed
Earth of its
Frequented
Grave,
To haunt, to
Dog
My thinning steps
In the focal crux
Of your disappointment, every
Gesture
Bent
By the dire
Gravity of your
Frigid
Distance,
If I
Were more
Than words,
Words wouldn’t have been enough
To warrant barbs, you openly
Justified, in their
Application
So, here’s my lash
And when
It’s quiet, we’ll play
Tag
And press sheets
Of paper
To the wounds
Pollock was an alcoholic, but I
Have you,
Your spectre,
To blood me
So crucify me in your cruelly
Unmovable
Characterization,
For my missteps,
And call it
Justice,
Just desserts,
Plum pudding,
Blood sausage
And in this paradigm of
Utter
Absurdity, we
Find ourselves
Hurled about a
Dark cosmos, where
Twenty years
Of solitude
Are rewarded
By a sumptuous meal, before
A clinical execution,
Witnessed
By interested parties
Draw back the curtain, only
So far,
Hold up the billet,
For all
To see,
Hear ye, hear ye,
I wasn’t good enough,
I didn’t measure
Up,
We’re too fucking perfect
For each other,
Too fucking perfect,
So,
Replace me
With someone better,
Build them a fucking monument,
So you can drape me
In its cold shadow
I’m here, apparently, the greater evil,
Neck bowed
By a disproportionate
Weight
Of Machiavellian horns,
On this corner
Of abandonment
I’ll moisten the old tape
Wrapped
Around my heart,
Smooth it down
With a thumb and when it
Curls
Back up, I’ll
Do it over, and I’ll
Do it again,
My mother’s arthritis has flared up, so
I’ll make her breakfast
And smile at the inane game shows that
Divert
Her attention
Later,
I’ll squat beside Archimedes
And chalk the floors
And on the social sites I’m something
Dread
Awed,
Like a gorilla
Behind bars,
Unapproachable,
Somewhere between its gargantuan
Beauty and unpredictable
Might
Or
They collect me like
Baseball cards
To fill a plastic sleeve
Between
Thursday and
January and
Nothing
That I am
Is felt,
Just like you
I’m not human
To any of you,
I’m just an alphabet
All we are and
Have been, is
Lost
In wars,
Innumerable,
In their destructive
Force
We're tossing and
Turning
In the bed
We've unmade
And all I say is
(Miss)
Construed
For pride
And the wound
Grins its 26
Teeth
Through the screen
And why is sometimes a vowel
Rain seeps through
Overhead
Cracks and when
Fallen
In abundance,
Creeps
Under doors
If I’m nothing real to you,
You surveyor of
Letters,
Picture me as
Pots and
Brooms, imagine me
As echoed
Wounds,
Circling avenues
If you hear nothing else, hear
My truth,
There are no words.
Hear my
Footfalls,
As I search for you
There’s nothing documented between
Aardvark
And
Zyzzyva
That can fill the void
Of you
In my life,
Nor frame
My utter
Devastation
Nothing
That will unwound you, but
The day is long and
Boring, so
I fucking dance,
Kick up my
Heels,
Amidst
The dim
Procession
I fuck stupid
I, stupid fuck
I, Exilis
I fuck things up
Hey, ditty ditty
And there’s nothing pithy, there’s
Only
Ache
That rises from the
Disturbed
Earth of its
Frequented
Grave,
To haunt, to
Dog
My thinning steps
In the focal crux
Of your disappointment, every
Gesture
Bent
By the dire
Gravity of your
Frigid
Distance,
If I
Were more
Than words,
Words wouldn’t have been enough
To warrant barbs, you openly
Justified, in their
Application
So, here’s my lash
And when
It’s quiet, we’ll play
Tag
And press sheets
Of paper
To the wounds
Pollock was an alcoholic, but I
Have you,
Your spectre,
To blood me
So crucify me in your cruelly
Unmovable
Characterization,
For my missteps,
And call it
Justice,
Just desserts,
Plum pudding,
Blood sausage
And in this paradigm of
Utter
Absurdity, we
Find ourselves
Hurled about a
Dark cosmos, where
Twenty years
Of solitude
Are rewarded
By a sumptuous meal, before
A clinical execution,
Witnessed
By interested parties
Draw back the curtain, only
So far,
Hold up the billet,
For all
To see,
Hear ye, hear ye,
I wasn’t good enough,
I didn’t measure
Up,
We’re too fucking perfect
For each other,
Too fucking perfect,
So,
Replace me
With someone better,
Build them a fucking monument,
So you can drape me
In its cold shadow
I’m here, apparently, the greater evil,
Neck bowed
By a disproportionate
Weight
Of Machiavellian horns,
On this corner
Of abandonment
I’ll moisten the old tape
Wrapped
Around my heart,
Smooth it down
With a thumb and when it
Curls
Back up, I’ll
Do it over, and I’ll
Do it again,
My mother’s arthritis has flared up, so
I’ll make her breakfast
And smile at the inane game shows that
Divert
Her attention
Later,
I’ll squat beside Archimedes
And chalk the floors
And on the social sites I’m something
Dread
Awed,
Like a gorilla
Behind bars,
Unapproachable,
Somewhere between its gargantuan
Beauty and unpredictable
Might
Or
They collect me like
Baseball cards
To fill a plastic sleeve
Between
Thursday and
January and
Nothing
That I am
Is felt,
Just like you
I’m not human
To any of you,
I’m just an alphabet
All we are and
Have been, is
Lost
In wars,
Innumerable,
In their destructive
Force
We're tossing and
Turning
In the bed
We've unmade
And all I say is
(Miss)
Construed
For pride
And the wound
Grins its 26
Teeth
Through the screen
And why is sometimes a vowel
Rain seeps through
Overhead
Cracks and when
Fallen
In abundance,
Creeps
Under doors
If I’m nothing real to you,
You surveyor of
Letters,
Picture me as
Pots and
Brooms, imagine me
As echoed
Wounds,
Circling avenues
If you hear nothing else, hear
My truth,
There are no words.
Hear my
Footfalls,
As I search for you
Published 12th Nov 2019
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12th Nov 2019 5:26pm
Draw back the curtain, only
So far,
Hold up the billet,
For all
To see,
Hear ye, hear ye,
I wasn’t good enough,
I didn’t measure
Up,
We’re too fucking perfect
For each other,
Too fucking perfect,
So,
Replace me
With someone better,
Build them a fucking monument,
So you can drape me
In its cold shadow
This. The emotions are deep and they resonate deeper. Excellent write, Daniel 💜.
So far,
Hold up the billet,
For all
To see,
Hear ye, hear ye,
I wasn’t good enough,
I didn’t measure
Up,
We’re too fucking perfect
For each other,
Too fucking perfect,
So,
Replace me
With someone better,
Build them a fucking monument,
So you can drape me
In its cold shadow
This. The emotions are deep and they resonate deeper. Excellent write, Daniel 💜.
15th Nov 2019 4:13pm
12th Nov 2019 6:53pm
All i can say is 'wow' poetically this is one absolutely fantastic pour, poem, spill full of emotions and depth.
Personally, i feel your loss Daniel, sounds like someone you will miss greatly.
Personally, i feel your loss Daniel, sounds like someone you will miss greatly.
15th Nov 2019 4:14pm
Thank you sugah I really appreciate it. It's an old wound, but sometimes a trigger brings it up to the surface. (hugs)
12th Nov 2019 6:55pm
I feel like I just spiraled and unraveled at the same time. Thank you for sharing.
15th Nov 2019 4:15pm
Thank you Vickie I really appreciate the resonance. It was one of those days for me as well.
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15th Nov 2019 4:16pm
12th Nov 2019 9:39pm
This is dope. A lot of fun wordplay, which frames the dark subject matter and conveys a sense of absurdity, which I’m all about these days. My favorite moment:
I fuck stupid
I, stupid fuck
I, Exilis
I fuck things up
There’s something so Kerouac and jazzy about this and several other lines. Awesome poem.
I fuck stupid
I, stupid fuck
I, Exilis
I fuck things up
There’s something so Kerouac and jazzy about this and several other lines. Awesome poem.
15th Nov 2019 4:16pm
I went all Kerouac about sums it up Harry. lol You could do my job on the podcast, so keep it in mind if I get fired or kicked off the planet. Appreciate your insights brother
Anonymous
13th Nov 2019 11:45am
Not sure if you into all that Poem of the Month malarkey - but I just read it! Epic in sheer poetry and emotionally piercing arrows. Slight departure from your norm, the darkening edges are blade sharp and slice & slash. Respect to you Daniel. The denouement tore my heart. Rob
15th Nov 2019 4:19pm
I just started recommending poems for that. I don't pay much attention to the forums, which is probably a good thing, as much drama occurs in the agora. I really appreciate it Rob, thank you. (hugs). Your podcast Spotlight is imminent. I hope I did a decent job brother. 🙏
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15th Nov 2019 4:13pm
"I fuck stupid
I, stupid fuck
I, Exilis
I fuck things up"
dearest Daniel this reads a rap to me
I love it...
love Brenda ❤
I, stupid fuck
I, Exilis
I fuck things up"
dearest Daniel this reads a rap to me
I love it...
love Brenda ❤
15th Nov 2019 4:30pm
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16th Nov 2019 4:03am
Lol I know that feeling. Thanks brother I appreciate it and thanks for being here with us on the du. 🙏
16th Nov 2019 4:03am
Lol I know that feeling. Thanks brother I appreciate it and thanks for being here with us on the du. 🙏
17th Nov 2019 1:36am
17th Nov 2019 1:40am
17th Nov 2019 9:42pm
For me Daniel...the ultimate complement that one writer can give to another is simply...wish I'd fuckin' written this man! A deeper existential piece of writing I have never read...could be something Kierkegaard may have penned if he'd have bothered to write a poem or two. Your poem draws the reader into their own darkened inner corridors...where the past waits to pounce in an unsuspecting moment...for me, well, my brother hanged himself 18 years ago...and so it goes.
Bravo!!!
Cheers...Harry
Bravo!!!
Cheers...Harry
19th Nov 2019 8:44pm
I can only imagine the loss, the impact on your family of that death. Thank you Harry I really appreciate it. I'm on work, screwing around before it gets busy in 15 minutes or so lol. Cheers mate.
22nd Nov 2019 11:43pm
Wow！~this poem is as beautiful as an architecture. I have a lot to learn.. can't wait to read more^-^
27th Nov 2019 10:36pm
Thank you Angela. I woke that morning and went on my usual walk with this heaviness of remembered pain. I came home, sat down and decided to write it out. Writing is wonderfully cathartic medium, helping us to crystallize our thoughts, frame our emotions and expel them in a healthy way. I definitely felt better afterwards. Sometimes we just want to feel like we have a voice.
23rd Nov 2019 2:23pm
Just dunn want even want to say a word more or less....of your this heavy hung- splashed all out- bare open to the core-bleeding-breathing- truth of life, love n all that is soulful all & nil of existence & beyond ..yes, as you nailed it ..these are just not words...makes me feel strong n pithily more n more...that the beauteous aspect of art emanates in all ethreality in all delicate pervasiveness...as breaths as the intense feltness...words words words alone couldnt & shall not express this feltness in all emphasis & fullness...for Art is this quintessential aspect of the inexplicable Love & Soul ..dripping in all pureness..You capture it Daniel, almost in all fullformness in all its reigning chaos ..in all its as-suchness ...in the heavy-heartedness, in the undefinable loss, in the yearned love, in the generous confessional immensities, in the existential tones of routine flows & hints of sarcasm , in the truthful search of what ..ahh the truthof Love..Life is a Circle, a dot, a point isint it? a drop of cosmic consciousness & subconsciousness soul taht one is...until we realize the in & out of this point in all pains & loss & search & humble submissions & ahh...Its an infinitely nomadic search of the Self in each & every & all & nil of Now & beyond ..in you & me & all we overlap & feel in all pure feltness...Excuse my blabbers, but this is one of your intense emotional & introspective & existential & spiritualistic combinative masterpiece I have ever read here...couldnt point out this or that piece in the flow to be excelling..for the wholesome feel is overwhelmingly the silencing Love, the Chaos of Life in all its Loss & pain & search ...Salutes!
Only would say a thing or two in specifics...the title captivated me immediate...for the very grounded Earthen Mira is undeniably the Only Synonym for Eternal Love towards the Divine Krishna.. Adore these Centric Verses laid out in all realizations ...
All we are and
Have been, is
Lost
In wars,
Innumerable,
In their destructive
Force
And ..you take a reader totally startled... in the reckless commentary of Life ..of the today's hardened existential issues , the soulless social media aspects ..& heavy is the heart when the loss & pain & confessions & endless plasmic bleed sets in ...amidst all these benumbed settings of a manufactured mechanistic life.. of course mesmerizing is the Love is its search is the pureness of a heartmindbodysoul in full dispositions you live as.. Nothing more would say Daniel...My heartfelt soulful respects & adorations of You as a Soulful Poet & versing artist par excellence... Gratitudes for the shares & bonding we have..this is eternal ..Light & Love Ever :)
Only would say a thing or two in specifics...the title captivated me immediate...for the very grounded Earthen Mira is undeniably the Only Synonym for Eternal Love towards the Divine Krishna.. Adore these Centric Verses laid out in all realizations ...
All we are and
Have been, is
Lost
In wars,
Innumerable,
In their destructive
Force
And ..you take a reader totally startled... in the reckless commentary of Life ..of the today's hardened existential issues , the soulless social media aspects ..& heavy is the heart when the loss & pain & confessions & endless plasmic bleed sets in ...amidst all these benumbed settings of a manufactured mechanistic life.. of course mesmerizing is the Love is its search is the pureness of a heartmindbodysoul in full dispositions you live as.. Nothing more would say Daniel...My heartfelt soulful respects & adorations of You as a Soulful Poet & versing artist par excellence... Gratitudes for the shares & bonding we have..this is eternal ..Light & Love Ever :)
27th Nov 2019 10:41pm
You captured the essence of the write with great depth Uma. I cannot express how fulfilling and meaningful it is for me to connect with you. My thanks to you, Rob and all our friends. Eternal love and light to you. Namaste.
13th Dec 2019 7:10am
wow..!! powerful emotions..! Powerfully penned with good imagery. A pleasure to read. yes realy amazing you are..! :)
13th Dec 2019 3:41pm
Thanks Sarah, scion of the king. I often consider myself a king's magician, someone of skill and awareness who stands behind a figurehead of power. I wanted that under my name on my book in print, but my editor disregarded it lol. I find a cathartic write can be helpful in framing emotions, in helping us to accept and move on from loss. I appreciate your presence. 🌹
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18th Oct 2020 7:06pm
Thank you Berke I appreciate it. This was a write where I was framing loss, to move past it. Art is a wonderful medium for catharsis, feel less overwhelmed and a place to find closure that life often denies us.
