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Yesterday when my world was young
and days were wasted seeking fun
Smiles were cheap and our bikes our wheels
gorging candy and skipping meals
Time was solid as we chipped it away
innocence challenged as we leaped into the fray
Too young to be afraid, too dumb to care
do anything on a whim with just a dare
Youth was never wasted on the young
Youth was needed so we may become
The wishers wish, the dreamer's dream
to forever cling to our desires and schemes
Of living life to it's fullest extremes
Dare to laugh at death while bursting at the seams
And if we survive to old and frail
Our salad days of tall tales to tell
I feel unstable, imbalanced full
Of fear and doubt.
I'm angry, depressed, a lot
Of times I lash out.
I become overwhelmed with emotions,
I wear them on my sleeve.
Mixed feelings, confusion,
All I can do is grieve.
I've never been calm,
Cool and collected.
This is not the first
Time I've been rejected.
Your cruel and heartless,
Yet, you remain stable.
Your lies, tricks and
The betrayal.
You somehow detach
From your victim.
You shut down and
Turn off the system.
You used and abused me
Then cast me aside.
I remember we promised
To never divide.
Your expedition left me
With psychological trauma.
I want to cause you
Unnecessary drama.
So much damage it
Effects my health.
I did not see this coming,
You were flying stealth.
You have no idea of
The damage you caused.
My whole world
Forever paused.
I have to believe,
You don't know how it feels.
Your sign should read; Devil's
Daughter hell on wheels.
Turbo1904
Here's How It Is:
The atoms dance
While Space expands
Shoals of galaxies race away
Towards every point of no return
Spin and spin
Like Catherine Wheels
Firework flashes
Brilliantly blazing dazzling sparks
Against a night so deep it swallows thought
A trillion times a second,
Everywhere and Nowhere
Things are starting
Things are ending
Things are becoming
Thoughts are groping
In the spinning wheels and flashes
The sparks themselves are spinning
As are the sparks around those sparks
And so and so and so
Down again into the waiting atoms
Everything whirls
Because of this
There are worlds and worlds
Weaving themselves together.
Their billions of alien skies
Sliding over landscapes full of
Death and Life
Love and Hate
Fear and Hope
Beginnings and Endings -
Because of this
These lines are flowing.
A mind reads them,
Because of this
The whirling goes on
Out and Out
In and In
Dancing down to and up from the atoms -
All of it, all of it
Is happening RIGHT NOW
Has always been happening RIGHT NOW
Everything's awhirl, Snowflake:
So just go dance in the black Sacred Wind.
DANCE
!
'Cause that's How It Is.
I confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera
despite modesty regarding
ably linkedin words for others to ponder
more often than not experiencing nonresponder.
Without lofty literary ambitions,
more so stream of consciousness abandonment
yours truly rests content
to cobble, gamble, noodle... courtesy
swifty tailored stylishly harried element
mild mannered modest gent
bumbling along boulevard of
broken (po' whet) dreams intent
far less superman than Clark Kent
exercising mental cogs and wheels meant
merely to liberate momentary overconfident
zealous spontaneous inspiration,
albeit ordinarily quiescent
ex post facto concluding
equals time most salient
direct object lesson learned
lame, insipid, feeble resultant
effort generates undercurrent
aghast how rapid (think lightspeed) went.
Yours truly his own worst critic aware
how avast mein kampf replete with bare
inducent to tap into latent fledgling clear
propensity to express creatively, I declare
bonafide potential to join pantheon excelsior
reserved for established authors within their
respective canon, genre, league...,
nonetheless an obvious flair
seemed evident perhaps coalesced
when in utero biological gear
yielded wiggly, ugly, scrawny,
quirky Harris heir
(sole son and second of three offspring)
an older and younger sister,
which introverted brother bullies
did constantly jeer
token scapegoat suffered
one after another kingly leer
pushing psychological state near
precipice off into dock side of moon,
who sought (wharf far art grim reaper) to pier
without naked qualm evincing
one very bony rear
without sympathy merely spells severely
pockmarked psyche therefore
impossible mission to set tattered self esteem
tacked toward in opposite direct where
dark shadow of doubt doth not veer
me into apathetic, horrific, pathetic...
suicidal mental state of yesteryear.
There are no bombs, nor guns ablaze
No killing fields or bloody sands
Yet world is driven into craze
From “sweet old home” to distant lands
Mosaic shattered on the wall
To shreds is ripped old gobelin
Oh why, but why we started brawl
The one we cannot ever win?
I want to think there was a cause
A noble path to richer life
Yet what has started with applause
Created very bitter strife
The tariff wars. Why on this watch?
We shall be paying for it all
The great intend is being botched
As wheels come screeching to a stall
Old broken ties, folks out of play
Long harvest comes with little corn
In time all heals, storm goes away
But leaves dismay, fatigue and scorn
Can’t act as bully among friends
And even less among the foes
“Put in your place” is how it ends
And often with a bloody nose
The shortage’s coming, doubt not
And price, sky-high. Which we OKayed
Big boys be fighting, with us caught
In vicious senseless trade blockade
I want a win for our side
And pot of gold at rainbow’s end
Must walk through anger, pain and snide
While tariff wars are global trend
April 28, 2025
When I was a lad about nine or ten
Summers were long school holidays great then
I played in our street we had so much fun
Me and my mates in the warm summer sun.
We felt really safe as we played in our street
We respected the bobby as he walked his beat
Cricket and football in the street we would play
My mate smashed a window we all ran away.
The girls played skipping with their hair in a bow
We would rather play fight , climb trees you know
We would play marbles and conkers make paper planes too
Me and my mates found plenty to do.
We even built a trolley using wheels from a pram
We chased all the girls they squeled as they ran
The days were so long much time to kill
I remember playing roly poly down that grassy hill.
We tried to build a raft with some oil drums tied to a big plank
We took it to the river guess what it sank
I had so much fun growing up as a lad
I was bit of a rascal but good times we all had.
Bobby is a slang word for a policeman
A trolley is like a gokart but made of wood
A conker grows on a Horse chestnut tree. You thread string through the conker stand facing
another person with one and take turns hitting each others conker until one breaks off the
string
Love is my Prop
I've fallen in love with a four wheeled prop
And I am walking along with a bop
I thought long and hard
Now it's my safeguard
Together we make a gruesome bellhop.
I wondered maybe it'd make me look old
But then perhaps I am old, all things told
I feel quite sprightly
Now stand uprightly
Things have improved a hundredfold, I'm sold.
They do say that pride comes before a fall
I’ll tell you that is true for one and all
With my wheels I shop
Held up by my prop
Furthermore we’re in for quite a long haul.
4th March 2022
They are on the final stage
Of being in their Nascar cage
Soon they will leave the Daytona sun
And under the lights this car racing contest will be done
After putting up with the rain
It is time to deal with the pit crew game
Check the gas and the glass
Along with the discount tires needed to go fast
Since right on the heels is the Pennzoil shell
Who is trying to make all this gel
Pushing a little harder on the pedal made things go
And Shell Oil was a leader during this east coast happy hour show
As many laps and miles went by
Everybody seemed to be enjoying this sunshine state ride
Kroger might have had a spin and those chocolate candy nuts still wanted to win
It was on lap 184 that discount tires found themselves headed for the exit door
There four wheels lost control in this event
Sending many to the emergency tent.
When returned the laps were showing only ten
Oscar Meyer still was on top to defend
Ketchup and mustard were not needed
Only some grueling time of something called competing
Down the wire the seventy-seven set off such a fire
But nevertheless
It was the fed express
Who got there working overtime
Making sure they were first over the checkered line
But the show was not over since there was one last out of control car schtick
Performed as a Nascar trick.
After finishing the race Oscar Meyer made its case
Let’s flip the bun
To see if there is any ketchup left when the stunt is done.
Up in the air they went
Coming down feeling really spent.
At this hour it is in God’s hands and he is in charge
Of this Nascar star.
But all in all, the Daytona meet stayed with in the law
Sending the circus to Las Vegas where they are here to gamble money
Not the stock car who is there true honey.
DIMASH THE SHEPHERD
(Story of One Sky Conclusion)
I am
Shepherd
Cloaking myself
In God’s soft simplicity
My tasks complete
Songs sung
Light shone
Souls ignited
Each day seven wheels
Revolved their full degrees
Now the Awakening
know that Love is the Strike
of Light on the sleep
of a hundred thousand
years of wrenching knots
I return to You
to dissolve again
in your gentle
Ecstasy of knowing
Yourself as Voice
Each of Your atoms
in a chant or falsetto
resonated in freedom’s
True radiant White
How you ached to know
if You could go further
than planets not yet discovered
You did through each of my
Harmonic breathes
Now I’m done to
cuddle frolicking lambs
and hold my staff
as heaven’s drumstick
It will beat the
silent space between
Resonating genes
You are well pleased
Our art of evolution
continues to vibrate
in every fingertip
each sea-sponge and
Sand grain
Refreshed I will descend
then ascend again
as You instruct
to expose muted layers
My F-sharps alchemising
wolves with nightingales
I bow to You
As I hood !
©ghairodaniels2022
It's been a long road my friend,
Don't know where to begin,
The nautical miles we sailed,
Amazing where we've been,
You became a Pagan boy,
Leaving a rumble from your wheels,
Nobody heard you're dying words,
A numb touch without feels,
Reaching high for some help,
Second chance has begun,
A cross became imprinted,
Small battle has been won,
Journey way down south,
Your life now a holy cascade,
Looking deep inside yourself,
Past life begins to fade,
Who had you become,
On a chair an answer rung,
A voice rattled in your head,
A path of Love had been hung
Life's path begins to unfold,
More Christ-like from this day,
Deep you dive into His word,
The path you take, Yahweh.