The scent of lavender carried me through the field.
I wore a white sundress as I ran free,
A hue of purple I only see in dreams.
For a while, I felt happy.
The smell wore off.
A voice spoke to me:
"Ma'am how do you like our new
fragrance- 'Lavender Divine'?
You can now purchase it for only nine ninety-nine!"
Pay money?
For happiness that's temporary?
"I'm looking for something else-
I'm so sorry."
Maybe I wasn't destined to be happy.
I need a permanent escape.
This isn't working for me.
The kettle sings, the windows rain,
the evening folds around the pane,
And I can slowly let go of my shame.
I curl beneath my fraying throw
and leave the world I used to know.
Through forests deep with silver fae,
where dragons scorch the skies to grey,
And ancient beings begin to decay,
where elven voices rise like streams
and pull me softly through my dreams.
The house grows quiet, dim, and small,
Mum’s footsteps fading down the hall,
yet kingdoms bloom beyond my wall.
A lamp becomes a lantern’s light,
my blanket armour for the night.
For stories stitch what life unwinds,
they calm the storms inside our minds,
And quiet strength within us binds.
And though the world feels hard to miss,
I find my peace in borrowed bliss.
In dewy mists, by the clear brook, I slept
The sun robed in gold and amber crept
Hushed the twilight and let me sleep
Those hours where linger dream
And all about the lea did rabbits leap
And foxes chase and frolic in the gleam
Somewhere I sat in taller grass and sunbeams
That warmed my face the cooling breeze
If none of this is real, or as it seems
Let me sleep yet a while, if you please
So idyllic is this newly born day
So golden ephemeral, I'd fear it’d fade away
As such dreams oft when took to flight
Leave me lay in summer’s wake
And dawn's yawning light
In balmy honeysuckle, and soft clover leaves
What makes it less real as one perceives
Our waking hours a mess with grief
Our soft slumber; fleeting relief
I feel the flower I touch to my face
As surely as any rose you’d embrace
I pick a flower that bares no thorn
In fields of dew midst a golden morn’
Let me sleep awhile, I’ll be back soon
From lush fields of buds, and daisies strewn
You sat next to the fire pit
Sipping your martini, looking for secrets at the bottom of the glass
I bounced on the old trampoline
Dirty
Covered in sticks and leaves
And I jumped avoiding the small rips in the polypropylene
As the sunlight faded
And the fire flies came out
Neither of us even had the thought
That in just two months
One of us would be dead
And the other would be
Running
So fast in the opposite direction
But right then
The air was full of mayflies and the smell of bug spray and summer
And the season is too new.
Too young for its very own tragedy.
I really loved you then
I’ve loved you since I was old enough to remember your face
And I asked you if you were happy
To be there with me
And you told me that you had never been happy And you didn’t elaborate
And I cried myself to my bedroom
And fell asleep with no Kiss goodnight.
I was always shown stories as a kid,
Heroes with capes and cowls taking center stage,
Talking, walking, beating crime down with style and flare,
Until I got older,
And I saw my own personal heroes fighting amongst themselves,
My batman yelling at a emotionally starved wonder woman,
As I hid in my fortress of solitude,
Hiding away with a knife in my hands.
It felt so strange when I saw that same knife on TV,
My first horror movie,
As it pierced the veil of a shower curtain.
I got back into superheroes as a teen,
Now no capes and a lot less glory than I had remembered,
Just The Boys showing me even superheros can be supervillains.
But I watched them with rapt attention
Watching as they burned the world around them, to a cheering crowd.
I wished to be them one day,
Able to do anything I wanted,
If I was a leader I’d burn down buildings too,
Its only fair,
Right?
It’s easy to be happy in La La Land
As time goes by in warped perspective
Billy Bass singing “Don’t worry be happy”
And meerkats and warthogs gleefully
Reminding us to “Hakuna Matata…”.
In fact it’s everywhere you look
When you’ve turned inward.
While the real world outside swirls
In veritable chaos,
Everyone can understand the need for a little break,
But as the world turns
It’s clearly the place to be
If you want to be alive.
After all, Life is often under appreciated
While happiness is usually overrated.
But happiness is the result of a life well lived
Not its cause, and when we forget that
We end up chasing our tail round and round
Like those tigers Little Black Sambo
Brought home to his mother in a cup of ghee.
(10/4/25)
I slipped through reality,
In a threadbare dreamscape, stitched with denial.
Just when I thought,
I was over it
It came back to haunt
to show me how I cannot escape if my mind doesn't
They say faded memories don't taunt you.
But when they do
I leave everything behind
Even my conscience to-
Run away to hide
in the corners of my own faded
memories.
Just when it felt like home,
With all the secure moments
It was shattered down witha subtle-
Almost subconscious blow and just like that-
It was taken away from me.
The smell of regret grew more heated
As my despising of this reality grew tangled with my will to live
I decided to not go back
But all I did was escape to my own created reality.
But my reality collided with the ruins of my made up-
Memories.
Now?
There's a war going in my head.
Now, where do I run to?
Amongst the stars my heart resides
The moon is my humble guide
Falling into infinite darkness
Such is my state of bliss
I am a creature of the night
Where my soul finds its might
Tranquil rivers flow into me
Waves of calmness my mood to be
When all I can see are outlines
Of trees and shrubs of all kinds
Such beautiful darkened silhouettes
The troubles of the world I forget
Of the business of the daytime rush
The rulers on top in a fuss
The infinite running rat race
That keeps our beings set in place
But the human soul longs to be free
Stuck in cities we cannot see
What the natural world has to offer
But we trade it all for dollars
Well no more shall I be a slave!
I shall carve my own grave
I choose to die amongst the stars
And not working for what's already ours
My last wish is that when I die
That I may join the twinkling lights in the sky~
ESCAPISM
In pyramids we finger attunements
or activations as love dances across
threads lost
Time of no consequence when past,
present and future ripples into your
Andromedan locks
Form changes from green to gold
or bronze to white with pale blue webs
It matters not
Gaia knows when to laugh
or cry, blossom or die
You read fairy tales
with drumbeats
Shakti curling up snugly
to sleep
I touch a fiery eagle landing
on my claustrum crown
with the same issues of
escapism
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2021
if we seek release
demons of our mind will haunt
even after death
14-October-2021
i am tired of writing letters for the future,
i wish to write letters to my present.
everything i seem to partake in,
promises escape.
i think it is easily forgotten,
that the me of today only lives for a day.
i wonder what fascinates us
so greatly about this concept
of writing to a future us.
is it the promise of a later,
that entices the human mind?
dear myself,
remember to do this, remember to do that,
forget this thing, and say goodbye to that,
but you wont do any of these things,
you will just pretend you have.
i know you very well,
and yet this version of you no longer exists,
is it strange to mourn myself?
the me that has wrote this has died,
the me that will read this will suffer a similar fate.
life seems to be a plethora of beginnings and endings,
this letter is just another example of that.
goodbye myself, try not to worry,
another you will be over in a hurry.
I told him to create an account
and write me a poem
you won't believe his recount
this will compel you to focus
he said he wasn't allowed to
that it would be one document
when if he would just do
it would be a different occupant
When he was still working
they have a device to snap up temperatures
he would say he had to proceed clerking
and do it himself when that wasn't his expenditures
in other words he didn't check them
and would leave for work pretending
earlier than his shift he would stem
and leave me at home depending
It's not just me he does this to he's sleek
he told a friend he had to be at work two hours early
when that wasn't the case I'm proof as I speak
to refrain from dealing with confrontation surely
which is what he's trying to spout
the expert in escapism
though prisoner he's not no doubt
I hope this stops soon for I'm not into barbarism
Currently
Escalating escapism
The lionfoot bathtub is
My heavenly grace
Head under water
Under the ocean water
The turquoise jeweled water particles
All over me
A beautiful dream
I don’t want to wake up
Don’t pinch me
Just leave me be
With the soft, white gold sand
The endless blue horizon
With twilight approaching
And dusk coming close on its tails
A gorgeous game of tag
A slow, silent crackle of thunder
Soft satin sashes of white
Be kind, I say
Running away
From the uncertainties
From the harsh gray lines
Just let me be
Just let me be
Don’t drag me down
Down into the undertow
I can’t breathe
Heavy minds
Weighing me down
I’m going to drown
The tense pressure of the
Shaken champagne bottle of
Feelings
Tick tok tik tock
Close the door
Don’t let the steam of dream
Leak through the creaks
Wet fingers
Sliding across the screen
Skip skip skip
Repeat
Rewind
Stop
Play
Keep playing
Just keep playing
The world being what it is
Many resort to escapist fiction
to soften the blows
The television brings us news
of foolish statements by our leaders, tragedies and gruesome crimes
No harm is escaping to Middle Earth, Barsoom or Chelm
The mythic lands still draw
Everyone does not like excapist fiction
But for those of us who do
There are new worlds to discoverd
new vistas - new horizons
New heroes anad heroines
Just around the next corner
A flickering spark between you and me–
grating of steel on steel and I shall flee!
When my opinion is not valued, and my way not chosen,
I feel my blood hot—then becoming frozen.
Flee from conflict, flee from differences;
Flee from everything when comes hindrances!
I will live in my box, so shallow and cold,
and avoid every burden and shake off every load;
so here I sit smugly and never grow,
rooted as a weed—never fruit to show!
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