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David Donihue Poem
We Live In The Future
By David N. Donihue
You want me more drunk than I’m willing
More bothered than is me
Throwing punches at preachers
post-Xanax spree
Yet we live in the future
Where peasants turn king
The voices of zeros
Heard by millions with ease
We live in the future
No one watches tv
Our outer reflects our inners
So all poets now rock bling
You might catch us all broken
Yet we are not what you see
Unlike the well-spoken villains
Who once ruled the blue-lined sheets
We live in the future
Where only hearts beat machines
Our spirits colliding
into dreams we’ve never seen
We dance in the wake of depression forgotten
Shun brokers of shame
Blockades to our peace
Our words are still valid,
Even when joyous and sweet
We live in the future
Where only hearts beat machines
So please rest assured
All poets now rock bling
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David Donihue Poem
THERE’S NOT A PERSON ALIVE
By David N. Donihue
There’s not a person alive
proud of every word
Not a person alive
With a past pitch perfect
A stainless soul lying undisturbed
Not a person alive
Who has what they need
As needs are in the mind
With imagination, a rabbit hole unending
And there’s not a person alive
Satisfied with their shell
And there’s not a person alive
Who has not uttered life is hell
And there’s not a person alive
When free from shame or worry
That would bother inflicting misery
Takes the former, for pain to keep on feeding
And there’s not a person alive
Without prejudice
No matter who you are,
Someone's demeanor
could trigger your
And there’s not a person alive
Who’s never felt debt,
never felt useless,
never felt like a prick
And there’s not a person alive
Who has not failed many
Yet to experience true life,
Is to love endlessly
Praise the heavens for the day and night
Until gratefulness becomes greatness
And you’re giving the globe
your absolute everything
And there’s not a person alive
that doesn’t deserve love
Doesn’t deserve redemption
the chance to rise above
And there’s not a person alive
Who is not addicted to something
Whether positive or negative
Our routines keep moving
And there’s not a person alive
Who should have never lived
Yet if they’d chosen forgiveness
Then maybe the spiral of sickness
Would no longer exist
And there’s not a person alive
Like you in the morning
Whimsical smile though weary lids opening
And there’s not a person alive
Like you when you’re you
Pointless insecurities thrown aside
So the truth may shine through
And there’s a person alive
Like you
There’s not a person alive
Like you
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David Donihue Poem
The Subtle Sounds Of Love
By David N. DOnihue
I have heard the subtle sounds of love
harmonizing just beneath the walla of the subway.
As if the souls of the passengers had crawled
collectively beneath the train and above the tracks.
Dashing along with us,
harmonizing a tone of warm pensive forward movement.
Somehow, someway.
Just forward.
Together without knowing it.
Forward.
I have heard the subtle sounds of love.
They’re not so subtle when you choose the frequency.
They ripple off the oddest places.
They pulse within the darkest of spaces,
shredding through the painful waters of insecurity.
Restoring in us, what we are meant to be.
You hear them in the eyes of cops and criminals.
You hear them on the skin of the meek and mournful.
You hear them echoing the same soft tune, hoping their harmonies
are heard.
Hoping their harmonies are felt.
Without question.
Just felt and returned and felt.
I have heard the subtle sounds of love,
in the hope of victims and in the regrets
and reinventions of the violent and vicious.
I have heard the subtle sounds of love -
In old diners.
In coffee shops and snobby restaurants.
In the harrowing halls of Corporate America
and in the desperate dives of the Sunset Strip.
I have heard them when I am accepted.
And when I am turned away.
I have heard them when I wanted to die.
And I’ve felt them coax me back to sane.
I’ve heard them In every corner of this town.
So many, they are louder than all other noises
when you look the around.
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David Donihue Poem
About God
By David N. Donihue
Respected for his inventions
Feared in response to his documents
Loved in response to a hatred of the world
Denied in response to a hatred of the world
Praised so the vocalist may trust in
something other than himself
Spited so the scribe can believe
nothing is stronger than he
Sought after for emotional stability
Blamed for the actions of the emotionally unstable
Tested by those too fearful to measure
themselves
Advocated by those looking to
rebrand themselves with someone else’s purity
Desired by all in the heart
yet admitted to by just a fraction
His hands stretch down through empty skies
Touching those who allow it
Caressing those who refuse
to be made fools of by feeling it
And as his fingertips tingle with
yearning for those who He created
He screams when we feel pain
He smiles when we feel pleasure
He feels love when we receive him
And we feel at home, when we allow
Him to receive us
I have felt his arms late at night
I have felt his breath in the morning
His presence can be felt amongst
the rumblings of man
It moves through like molecules on
a mission
Like energy thrashing the air
And as you stand in the valley
of the shadow of depth
You see nothing but evil
You feel nothing but reactions
But then as you turn away
from the analysis of the
maddened room
And stop battling the misprojected
frustrations of the men who expect
the world to be as pure as He who
created it
And mindlessly turn from their
screeching and your reactions
And just feel his breath
His presence
The lack of words are the
wisest ones you will ever hear
And the emotion that runs tandem,
is reason enough to love in return
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