More Poetry from Dana

MAYBY A GIFT OF SIGHT.SIGHT TO THOSE BLINDED BY DESPERATION,DESOLATION,FRUSTRATION,IN A WORLD THAT CAN BE SO COLD,THE SUN STILL WARMS.KEEPS ME WARM IN A DELICATE STATE OF MIND.A STATE OF BEING,OR TRUST.TRUST THAT WHAT WILL HAPPEN WILL BE A CHOICE,AND NOT A HARSH REALITY.TRUTH BEYOND THAT WHICH IS LOST CAN NOW BE FOUND.BROUGHT INTO YOUR LIFE LIKE A RAINDROP FROM THE SKY.FOR WHILE IN EVERY LIFE,A LITTLE RAIN MUST FALL,THERE ARE THOSE OF US WHO THROW DOWN THE UMBRELLA,AND RUN LIKE THE WIND .RUN TO FIND FREEDOM,THE CENTER OF OUR HAPPINESS,OUR WELL BEING.THOSE WHO CHOSE OTHER PATHS,WE LEARN FROM.NOT ONLY THAT THERE IS HATE IN THE WORLD,BUT THAT THERE IS ENOUGH OF IT.WHEN LOOKING AT THE HOURGLASS OF TIME,IT IS IMPORTANT TO REALIZE THAT FORGIVING AND FORGETING,IS USUALLY THE BEST THING TO DO.SOME POEPLE JUST NEED TO BE HELPED.



DO YOU HEAR THE WORLD...DO YOU HEAR IT ECHOING THROUGH A SIMULCAST STATION...BROADENING YOUR EMOTIONS...FEEDING YOUR FEARS...MAKING YOU IMMUNE TO CHAOS,DISORDER,EVEN DEATH...DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO DANCE ON FIRE...HAVE YOU SUNG WITH THE FORCE OF THE FALLING MOUNTAIN SNOW...DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?AND IF YOU DO COULD YOU TELL ME WHO I AM...WHY IN THIS PLASTERED LAND OF DOUBT HAVEN'T WE FOUND...THE TRUE MEANING OF EXISTANCE,WHY HAVE WE SHUNNED THE...DOORS OPENED TO US LONG AGO.TO FLY AS FREE AS A BIRD IN THE NIGHT...A BIRD WITHOUT SIGHT...GAZING OUT INTO THE BLACKNESS OF KNOWLEDGE...TAKE ME TO THE FIELDS...THROW MY BODY ON THE FLOWING GREEN SEAS OF SATISFACTION;THE BEYOND...


AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE.A FIELD OF TREES AN ENDLESS GREEN SCENE A WEATHERLESS SEAM THAT MAKES A MOON BEAM SCREAM SCREAMS DOWN TO THE EARTH AND CLASHES OF THE LEAVES OF THE TREES AND THE ROCKS OF THE EARTH. TO GIVE BIRTH.BIRTH TO NEW LIFE,INTO THE EARTH LIKE A FARMERS SCYTHE.CHOP DOWN THE CORN AND REGROW IT AGAIN.MY FRIEND I PRETEND TO BE MORE THAN I AM UNTIL FACADES END AND I DONT KNOW JUST WHEN I BEGAN TO END.I BEGAN TO END.


IN AN UNCONCIOUS MEMORY,I REMEMBER.BRING BACK WITH ME THOUGHTS AND WORDS.THOUGHTS THAT WANDERED A LONG TIME UNNOTICED.WORDS THAT WILL STING THOSE WHO ARE TARGETED LOSING ALL AND NOTHING AT ONCE WHAT IT WAS...A DREAM,A BEGINING OF WORLDS THAT BECOME BEFORE YOUR EYES BECAUSE THEY WERE ALREADY THERE.WHILE YOU WERE WAITING AND WATCHING THEY WERE LIVING AND BREATHING ENTRUSTING YOUTH AND AGE WITH THEIR WISDOM,BEAUTY.SHOWING ALL WHO WOULD ENTER THE OMNIPITANT GLOW OF THE WONDERS THEY'D CREATED.IN A WORD,IN A WORLD WHERE IT COULD HAPPEN.ANYTHING.LET YOUR MIND WANDER ENDLESSLY IN THE GARDEN.WHERE AND WHEN YOU ASK.IN THE GARDEN OF LIGHT,WHEN YOU ARRIVE.IF IT DAZZLES THE EYES,AND YANKS THE IMAGINATION,IT MUST APPEAR AND BE HAD.YOU CAN SHOW UP NAKED,ALONE,PAINTED IN PLAID.

Nightengal

MEN ONLY SPEAK OF LOVE WHEN IT SERVES A PURPOSE FOR THEM,OTHERWISE IT IS A BURDEN...

THE STAINED LETTER

My sadness turns to anger as fast as my tears disintegrate into my skin and onto my sweater,For it is you i once loved,Our love was like a white dove and like my favorite childhood color,you've stained her red with a bullet made of lead,So when you see a red door and you want to paint it black.Just remember when you look back and notice the red speck that somehow you forgot,If you look into it close enough There lays a single ,tiny,white feather that was once that white dove,That you somehow grew to Love.

SWEET,SWEET,REVENGE


Sweet revenge until the bitter end.I must have been a real cynical fool to have ever thought that your dream was my dream,But hey,I'm not quit shocked or even disappointed,Like good girl's always cry the best,their lives are always a mess,The greed will always feed,The almighty dollar shall always stand the tallest, buried the innocent children along with their beautiful,dead mother's,While their vacant father's die young old men......

EVIL

The evil one's deny,Deny me food deny me water,Deny light,Deny me Love but you shall never deny me my Soul.My soul is with God and that's where it shall stay,So Deny me this mortal existence called life calse me to suffer and slaughter me alive,Burn me of my bone's and scatter my ashes into the mud,But my suffering shall not be eternal like that of yours.My soul shall never be sold unlike yours...And I'll fly away from all your dismay,your world of pain and endless rain,That overflowing your gutter's with continuous shame,This world was God's world,with abundant nature,and brilliant lands with beautiful creatures and mountains that stand.Then God made man and they damned the land with the devil's hand,and from there on the sin festered within us until God saw that there was still good in some men.He suffered and suffered with torment and rage, ostracized and beaten,bruised and abused.Still he loved the unlovable ......THEY KILLED HIM AND HE ROSE FROM THE DEAD,TO HUGE THEM...