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Daniel.W. Davies Poem
Forever setting an casting this life. Forever weeping its sunda as she crashed and put her self at bay.
Hide away weeping and creeping always seeping. Never to see the light of day. For every morning weeping for ever creeping up thy path. Rusty gates lay at bay. Creeping open at a whisper !!!!
The city stands tall at a glance she will never fall. The people fight for the right to strand. But they seek no darkness. And seek no creeping path of sunda. To feel the warmth off this slumber. As they sleep this nightmare away.
The city sleeps but never weeps as she lay in rune. Waiting for her people to walk her streets once more. The city shall stand tall. And shine with all her might as the people return once more.
Copyright © Daniel.W. Davies | Year Posted 2014
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Twisted fate Echoes softly within thy slumber.
Seeking forever in wonder. Seeking the truth of a faded heart.
Lost love we fade apart.
Twisted sand dunes twisting time.
Seeking forever thy lost heart of mine.
Hidden truth within this cave.
Seeping forever weeping this sorrow of mine.
Weeping this lost kingdom.
Slumber forever and ever and seek no justice in DIVINE .
Copyright © Daniel.W. Davies | Year Posted 2015
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Seeking the dreem once lost. Within heaven's keep. Sand man drifting weeping for his lost slumber. In to this never ending wonder. Ohh where shall this door lead. Shall i seek this or shall i slumber once more. To awaken to find twisted fate. Slumber no more.
Copyright © Daniel.W. Davies | Year Posted 2014
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Deep within the deep mists creep up on havens keep,
lost in time for ever in twine,
lost minds over and over surcharge time for ones lost slumber for thy never to wonder the past since gone, always I wait for thy path to part ,
in till the day we awake for this forgotten light, I seek no pain I ask in vain, lost past I wait for ever crying in to dust the last glint of love dying forever.
Waiting for that seed blooming ever so high life at the roots for my sunder it shall grow and always wonder in till thy sunda , forever I ask laying in wait, were for I shall be in till we meet,
Terra Astra
Copyright © Daniel.W. Davies | Year Posted 2014
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May succulent grass upon buds of June
I walked alongside you September arrived in you October,
it began in December and ended in January
I slept in February woke up in March and danced in April
July lingered in August leaving out December
The weekdays bleared Sunday struck the last Saturday followed by Monday...
I walked naked my feet alongside the earth my hands weakened by Tuesday and yet I still dance this weekend by the sun-drenched fire fly’s
Wednesday seemed to lust Thursdays by Friday I appeared to walk alone.
Last dampish autumn
For a stormy, light sea prowls
betrayed by the stone
macrocosm Down, down, downwards into the darkness of the carnal mind forget the adult light sea prowls
Misty,
dense
Clouding,
skein,
sewing
murky
but
Daze
Copyright © Daniel.W. Davies | Year Posted 2019
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Daniel.W. Davies Poem
At first melody under the sunlit sky and the rolling hills
Stand tall, we sat with our picnic blanket, so high.
Watching the world pass, the clouds seem to miss.
The tips which seem to touch the sky
now we stand at the end of time looking back, are we eternal?
We watched the shooting star at night pass by the moon.
The wind in its dared prowl seeps past the drenched oozed
Trees as dancers dance the fields and howl at the moon
campfires dance alongside them, At first melody
now we stand on the tallest tree is this the last?
We watched as the sunset and the moon blistered.
we sat on top of Big Ben, the optic chiasm flickers to
the first melody we hold each other as the stars fall
and to see the moon-drenched Luna chasm up close
now we swim in the deepest ocean is this now a puddle?
As the sun hit the sky and pushed the clouds aside, we perch
and look over the River Usk rolling green hills now grey no sounds
of the river flowing we sit and wait until the last fish goes, we sit and cry.
as we watched.
now I hold the last ape’s hand is she the last?
this is the last melody humming until the sun-drenched night
and the moon-lit day, B-miner corrects the embrace
As the sun hit the sky and pushed the clouds aside
dancers on the moor enveloped the crying bow
Now the last song has passed, and the fiddler rests his bow
and the last tree has fallen to the last Ape who weeps as the last ocean seeps
and the last Woman stands no song has passed and we are broken.
Copyright © Daniel.W. Davies | Year Posted 2019
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I recall my head and a pillow drifting swirling around like the merry-go-round
but now I walk barefoot in purple grass this lucid nightmarish,
A chair on a narrow, round island a tree takes up space water all around
a twinkle in the sun-drenched night sky
The day seems more unpleasant than yesterday.
I recall my head punching a pillow.
but now I walk barefooted in purple grass
The moon seems to seep softly into the lake.
The mused Mortar danced between the bricks.
The campfire calls for willing victims with each gurgle
I typically observe myself in a familiar street wholly lost and alone.
I smell food wafting in the air and the sounds of the suburban undertone
I sense, feel and smell legit seems real but my jeans have promptly vanished
I STAND NUDE under the moon and the sun-drenched night sky
No twinkle to liberate me from embarrassment, I run like a violin
in b minor the sounds of notes drifting from the fiddler who seems to Smile
As I run by my derrière like a full moon in the sun-drenched night sky
Instantly I seem to be completely dressed lurking in the darkness of my room.
Is this still a dream, the raised headlights seeped in cracks dancing
like ballerinas on tiptoes, across my ceiling.
Distracted from a photo shot the moment of time Passed through his eyes
I walked through a photo in his head
tenacity was shocked when the jury came out as the judge
ruled that passed time cannot linger in your eyes
No worries are needed at every level of study but the results are cosmic I did say
You asked me to walk but at this moment I could fly.
You did swim but I was lost and at that point, I was blinded
When you walked by the feathers that day you stood and wished,
no moral shame you had no worries are you in
Even if I had been the same person I had been in a Housing Boom
my life catapulted into the air like an explosion destroying this one's own
Copyright © Daniel.W. Davies | Year Posted 2019
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lost mermaids, forgotten lands twisting rivers, blowing sands, deep paths twisting around, lost time always seeking that was lost, creeping creeping always seeking, i see not that was lost trying to be found,
twisting tringle, seeking wonders always to slumber, never to awake, seeking the divine always in line, deep dreams, lost forever seeking for what was but never to be, lost words that was said, and never meant, seeing this never ending dream, seeking what was lost,,,, the lost words off sorry...
Copyright © Daniel.W. Davies | Year Posted 2018
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May succulent grass upon buds in June
I walked alongside you September, arrived in you October,
it began in December and ended in January
I slept in February woke up in March and danced in April
July lingered in August leaving out November & December
The weekdays bleated Sunday struck the last Saturday followed by Monday...
I walked naked my feet alongside the earth.
My hands weakened by Tuesday and yet I still dance this weekend by the sun-drenched firefly’s Wednesday seemed to lust Thursdays by Friday I appeared to walk alone.
Last dampish autumn
For a stormy, dark sea prowls
betrayed by the stone
Macrocosm down,
down
downwards
into the darkness of the carnal mind
forget the adult light sea prowls
Misty
dense
Clouding
but
Daze
The vanishing footsteps on the window pane,
come crashing down the trees stay silent.
notes that never crossed,
weeping aloof, grass hunts no witness.
Heartbeats never stop
come crashing down the trees stay silent.
moon-lit sunshine cascades over the setting campfire
dancers twist around the rosy glow of the moon-lit sun
Were you ever real?
The fiddler weeps as his music reaches the ears of the falling trees
and yet still alongside the road silent whispers
echo as the wind blows and howls
armed yachts sail the tall grass in fruitless search of land.
as I swim to find home the moon behind me and the sunken sun in front of me
did we dance under the stars?
When you looked at me, I knew there and then I was safe, from each dream.
I walked to expose you
However, you were never to be found and to this night I still wandered.
did we ever hold hands?
You and I are now apart, I did wonder.
As I compose this letter of music beats, I address it to my inner child,
I wish you all the best.
to be placed into the bottle and cast into the tall grass.
I never did find that bottle but now I ask was this the wish of the decayed tree.
Copyright © Daniel.W. Davies | Year Posted 2019
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I saw the underground imaginary place of my generation destroyed
how I mourned the afterword.
Does the afterword make you shiver?
when I think of the animality, I foresee a natural necessity.
An animality is dishonorable,
it’s colored it’s yellowish, however.
you take my afterword and say; you occupy all we need
You take the land of my generation and the next.
you are not mortal May! And yet you beg to leave,
they say together we stand divided we fall.
and yet here we are on the cusp of your downfall
and we the pillars must hold the next up,
I saw the underground imaginary place of my generation destroyed.
how I languished the afterword.
and yet here we are on the cusp of your downfall
does the afterword make you shiver?
You have now taken the land of my generation
You sit and swish sits and swishes
this is the last melody we hum until the sun-drenched night
and all we held dear today you walk alone
When I sit and ask, I’m presently ninety.
Having instantly forgotten what you did along with my own name
I sit and wonder if my mad ramblings go unheard
Now as the last few who recall who you were slowly pass
your familiar pass silently into the mortar, your words fell
down the crakes between the floorboards.
Copyright © Daniel.W. Davies | Year Posted 2019
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