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The Truth

Answers are thy word of our creator,
  who seeks advice to all his children..
Questioning is like digging for silver,
  truth is found deep where hidden..

False answers are like rocks in the soil,
  but to not cease and keep seeking..
Words of truth is like gold in the river,
  but to not cease and keep searching..

The wicked will perish, but will 
  heave the witness..
The witness will eternally live, and
  will have forever forgiveness..

Keep seeking and happiness will
  be sowed in thy hearts!

Copyright © Damond Dailey | Year Posted 2016



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Mosquito Man

~Dedicated to my best friend

Human Mosquito, who drinks 
  no blood and gets swiped 
The one who lost his deal,
  scattered in misery of love
Taken every step to happiness,
  taken away who has possessed
Raked the crimson of his flesh,
  to regenerate the freshness 
Only to recover to repeat loss of faith,
  misery of the injurious past

Why cant my friend be happy?
Why cant his shadow vanish?
Why did the mistakes repeat?
Over and over..

He died and is still wandering, 
  collapsing til his feet sink through
He tried and is still falling, 
  useful of whom he knows is gone
She placed the deal for entertainment,
  and burning his accomplishment

He is the human mosquito who doesnt drink the blood

He is the lost one petrified by love who has the key to unlock a heart 

He is the one who suffered the most, 
  and is locked away by his own shadow
She is the evil and good who rezurrect 
  his torment and everlasting sorrow 
 
Now im scared for him, 
  he is lost and eliminated
Giving mixed messages,
  she sowed the tormented 

I am sorry my best friend..
  your pain wont repeat again..

Copyright © Damond Dailey | Year Posted 2016

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Her

She listens to my voice sing,
 Her eye's pierce through my soul.
She experiences my trust, clenching 
      and never wanting to let go.

      She's the type who understands,
    embracing my feelings and dignity.
She's known as "Her" to my imagination, 
Conducting on how she feels about me.

I've seen Her body running far from me,
which scares me how I seen this world.
  She's afraid of me and said I'm scary,
I thought I was helping but yet left torn.

             Her, will come back,
 maybe a different body and look.
Her, can be that body who ran away,
who allowed the world to puzzle her.

     I'm waiting for Her to come back, 
to forgive what I've been and to accept.
    Forgive and forget is the key in life,
when no one deserves to ever be upset.

     Im tired tho, and Her can appear,
 may not be you my old bestfriend, but
Her is the acceptance in my own tongue.

         Her is near but I cannot tell,
   who she is and what she does, but
 I know that we are in the same place.
  It's not the person but whats inside
 We speak the same, choose the truth.
   She wont be afraid of how I can be.
    Whats wrong with over protection?

 But I'm that dirt pile people kick over,
Her will fix mix me and claim my lover.
   Now your happier and so am I, but
     Her is near and you'll disappear...

Copyright © Damond Dailey | Year Posted 2016

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The Flush

Thoughtless acts sets my
   self chosen pain;
Never existed in our world,
   nothing to gain..

Settled in thy youth of
   which been misused;
Over calamity moments,
   but a mild excuse..

In which I observed and
   experienced the wicked;
Noticed the agony, dispair
   I was sickened..

Thoughts that conflicted of
   wanting a change;
Examining the mind, I 
   wanted to arrange..

Experiment concluded in my own
   fluid I was satisfied;
Glanced in the reflection,
   a demon I saw and feeling petrified..

Voices uncommon and
   visions are dim;
Betrayed my emotions,
   creations of a sin...

Shadows that lurk, glare that
   ticker of fear;
The Flush in my body
   which caused them to appear...

The names I given and
   classified the horde;
Overwhelms my soul, 
   of a demon of sort...

The Flush is my creation and
   punishment of my affliction..

I think Im ready for my extinction...

Copyright © Damond Dailey | Year Posted 2016

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Hazy Man

Hazy Man!
Hazy Man! 

Lurks through the shadows of night!

Hazy Man!
Hazy Man! 

Glares at me, an obnoxious sight! 

Hazy Demon!
Hazy Demon!

Threatens me with demonic mumble! 

Hazy Demon!
Hazy Demon!

Demolishes frew will, feel less humble!

He lurks at night and wants to see,
how I crumble and never wanna breathe.
He scares Her away, posseesses me
feeling anxiety for all eternity..

That face that haunts my dreams,
eyes in a distance that gleams.
Standing there perfectly still, and 
strikes so I wont be able to feel..

Hazy Man!
Hazy Man!

No arms, pure muscle and rotten flesh!

Hazy Demon!
Hazy Demon!

Makes me ache and will never rest!

Paranoia sneeks on my shoulders,
all I wanted was to be able to hold Her.
Her body runs away, thinks im scary;
I'm being controlled and treated unfairly.
The following of him is very tormenting;
now on potions, to escape the feeling.

Is there a reason why this happened!?
I just never existed..
Is there a reason why Im frightened!?
Feeling afflicted..

Hazy Man!
Hazy Demon!

Feeling the Flush that I have stated!

Hazy Demon!
Hazy Man!

What have I created...

Copyright © Damond Dailey | Year Posted 2016




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