Lately I’ve come to realize my definition of love
Is not about joy and completion and belonging,
But more about loss and longing
A sense of grief for what once was
But never will be again.
I don’t think this makes me unique
But probably not in the majority either.
I think of all this today
The one year anniversary
Of Charlie Kirk’s assassination
Because the shock of that loss
To all of US is still so raw,
A wound just beneath the surface
That may never fully heal.
This recognition of love
Bound up inextricably with loss and grief
Makes me wonder if I am still in the minority.
I pray I’m not, as I wish the best for this nation
And this world, but I fear I am wrong,
And the callous heart that celebrates hate
Is still on the ascendant and not decline.
What will it take for America and the world
To have a change of heart?
I do not know.
Maybe it’ll start with the sacrifice Charlie made,
But it still has so far to go.
(9/10/26)
Happy Days are here, my commie friend
Iran holds America hostage again
In ’79 the embassy, now the Hormuz
each time Uncle Sam sports an ugly bruise
Ah, but happy days are here, my commie friend
DSA's* ascendant; freedom’s gonna end
Only question's ~ When?
*DSA - Democrat Socialists of America
To feel this sense of contentment,
vast keen glee in the ascendant,
warm wave from urban folk’s red fire,
faint mauve, pink, peach, skyline attire,
dream hub canvass rapt resplendent
This year July 4th came and went
America in chains, dependent
In NYC, Chicago, Seattle, LA
Lenin and Stalin ascendant
No more the land of the brave or free
Socialism 'redistributes' the very air that we breathe
On April 20th, 1889—
you were born.
A Taurus Sun.
A Libra Ascendant.
Many still ask—
why so much evil
against one people?
You turned
occult thought
to your own design.
And today,
many still study you.
Many questions
remain.
Unanswered.
In distant lands,
people ask—
what is justice
in times of suffering?
Your name
still carries fear.
Even in absence,
it lingers.
Your tongue
held power.
You spoke—
and hearts moved.
Some followed.
Some believed.
Adolf—
in Lebanon,
in Gaza,
in Iran,
and across the Middle East—
your name
is remembered.
Some call you evil.
And history
does not forget.
What you left behind
was pain.
The world
has not forgotten.
Nor forgiven.
Even now,
I study you—
in quiet rooms,
in dark corners—
seeking not to justify,
but to understand.
For power,
without conscience,
becomes destruction.
And history
writes its warnings
in sorrow.
Shadow mountain peak,
puzzle one can’t fathom,
it’s that upward sweep,
at sunrise, sunset,
quaint sawtooth features,
they induce dark zeal,
methinks a fable,
obscure tightly lodged,
in each skyward step,
novel within grasp,
cryptic stone phrase etch,
moss whirl stream rim,
lofty lambent odes sculpt,
in mound of twilight,
enshrouded wry blur,
vast hunch ascendant,
edgy climber gumption yet,
settles for lax gaze,
syblline boundless bard,
red cloud piercing tower,
a distant writer’s thirst
Shadow mountain peak,
one somehow can’t quite fathom,
it’s that upward sweep
at sunrise, sunset,
quaint jagged features protrude,
they induce dark mirth
methinks a fable,
inscrutable, tightly lodged,
in each skyward step
novel within grasp,
phrases etched in mystic stone,
rimmed by moss whirl stream
lofty, lambent odes,
I sculpt in mound of twilight,
enshrouded wry blur
vast hunch ascendant,
edgy climber gumption yet,
settles for lax gaze
syblline boundless bard,
that red cloud piercing tower,
a remote verse whim
My Mind Place
stand with me here
i wish to take you to my
mind place
it is my secret friend
since 1953
together
we scanned the harvest skies
heard distant harmonica melodies
far away
seeking white teeth exhalations
and perfumed eyes
together
we peered in wonder to the waxing west
to the east and to the north
the tremolo places grinning ascendant
above jealous flowers swaying naked
inside the mad sweet swirl
of luscious winds we did see
pastel visions of the dead
inside green ghost rooms
electrified
my shadow
aglow
and bobbing
nocturnal mistress
external light ascendant~
eternal reigning
I am waxing poetic
And hope I’m not straining
Credulity saying
My talent’s not waning.
It may be eclipsed by
Those poets ascendant
Whose words are celestial,
Deep and resplendent.
Yet tides keep on turning
And orbits expanding,
While moonbeams drift down,
Oh, so daintily landing.
The galaxy’s bursting
With work that amazes
And room for all poets
In all of their phases.
Radiant crystals illuminate thee, nocturnal mistress
in the wan dawn light where darkness drapes skies
Requiem aeternam bright halo, lies heaven’s portal
Winters wispy cirrus refracting ring circling
Mohawkin bespeaks of a Christmas cold moon
…December’s icy grip
Riffling ebb and tide, spawner of loon
Let rage and ruin Not be the end of me
Rubaiyat’s rhyme in thy honor
Let the waters settle, quotes of Rumi
Mercurial doomsday ruminates Mina Loy
Reigning ascendant masking impressions
Clouds envelop, shadow’s born shorn
Ravishing stillness, stormy tasks pending…
bright white ring of light
rage and ruin’s calmly still ~
not the end of me
In victory's light, your shield flies high
With steadfast resolve, you reached for the sky
Through battles and trials, your spirit stood tall
Congrats for combating America's call
© daniel miltz
Something old, something new!
I rebirth beyond what my roots eschew.
I ascend from my descendant's group shadow,
to rise above and beyond what they bestow.
I cannot shed their genes and heritage.
While I respect my upbringing and parentage.
I rise above the limits of pedigree,
to shred the trammel bounds of mediocrity.
So here I stand both old and new.
Living a dream they never knew.
With the blockchain defining my past,
Eaten with my fate in a defiant repast.
My genes define my descendants' phenotype.
Alas I cannot change their archetype,
beyond the mutations in my DNA,
to give my progeny my ascent display.
Arise descendant now ascendant
Bask in joyous glee resplendent.
Rainbow moonstone celestial
adularescence, transforming milky way white,
pale azure luster to an electric sapphire
Luminescence consistent beauty
Never ending, blending its cadence
with the colors of the rainbow
Sprinkling the Universe ~
Stripping its steely metallic moon
Sacred stones spilled upon earth
Timeless and mysterious moonstone
Adorning her ring finger flaunting, adoring
An ascendant jewel coiled demurely
around the nape of her neck,
formerly worn by the moon goddess’s
perfuming melodies and ballads
Now ethereal beauty's, both are fetching
An antique amulet she keeps in her grip
A clustering carcanet seen by a few
A rivière resting atop her breasts
A priceless periapt symphony she gives into~
its melody, surrendering to palliating powers
Queen of her own throne rich in clairvoyance
Graceful, feminine and demure
Sarcophagus emptied onto white sand.
Knucklebones tossed, like dice, with soul case smarts.
Where she’d end up, this burial unplanned.
Like grinding down teeth, time reclaims cast parts.
Connections to each bone release, unhinge.
Frightful corpse formerly the queen of hearts.
Basically, sand and more sand on the fringe.
This beach without a sea, this teen girl walks.
Upon an ascendant, fate will impinge.
As girl tries to leave sand advances, stalks.
Rattling upon the wind, this bone beach talks.
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