Whispering

As she whispers

I learn

to lower my voice

© 2011

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

CRAM

FLAKE
my ass
is dry and crisp
CRAB
and claw
suck and twist
INK
is what
likes to write
but a SLOTH
could sleep
both day and night
don’t STAIN
my mind
with injurious thoughts
It’s pure
It’s righteous
It can’t be bought
MOTIVATE
me merrily
to scratch my ass
and
TWITCH
my nose
with style and class
We all can
FLAGELLATE
it’s definitely time
PAUSE
to find
peace of mind
CRAM

© 2011

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

Quiet Brilliance

somewhere
a longing
deep inside
is identified
and my search
goes on
a desire
yes
somehow fulfilled
and the sparkling path
that I walk on
often without knowing
and fading into the sun
is always there
Quiet Brilliance
yes
Quiet Brilliance

© 2011

Dedicated to the comfort and peace of those suffering in Japan from the earthquake and tsunami.

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

Finding Reality Once Again

I tripped on acid
once
and spun
around
until
I turned into
the Tasmanian Devil
from those
damn cartoons
whirling
and twirling
until reality
was just a blur
I kept this up
for several years
until one day
I had to stop
mostly ’cause
I was thirsty
and then
I had twisted off
so far from here
that I had to start
spinning
the other direction
counterclockwise
I think it was
and I’m still
kind of dizzy
now a backwards blur
I’m trying
to pinpoint
exactly where
to stop
so I can find
reality once again
In full circle
I wonder
if I really want to
find it
or not

© 2011

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

I Could Speak About Silence Forever

I breathe in
and with that one breath
                               I am free
Such is the power
of meditation

Oh.
I see the snares
I have set for myself
but ever mindful
of my own value
I step in them less
                     and less

I drink my tea__
and I share my tea
with the Buddha
            and we laugh our delusions away

I breathe in
and with that one breath
I am free
           I am nothing
                          I am peace

© 2011

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(Note to audience: I have been kind of quiet for a while – hope to post more often)

My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

We All Have Dreams

BROAD
AS A BEACH
ROOMY
AS A MIND
CENTRIFUGALLY
LOVING
ONLY TO FIND
THAT PURE HOPE
CAN DIE
WITHOUT ACTION
TO FOLLOW
THE DREAM
CANNOT FLY
WHEN THE DREAM
IS HOLLOW
HOLD UP
TO THE FLAME
OL’ FORTUNATE TIME
BURN ALL
BUT THE NOW
AND CONTINUE TO CLIMB
FOR THE JOURNEY
IS WHERE
YOU REACH
THE DREAM
IT IS NOT
WHAT YOU THINK
IT IS NOT
WHAT IT SEEMS
LIVE TO CAPACITY
YES
DOWN TO THE TOP
HOLD OPEN
YOUR HEART
AND DON’T
EVER STOP
YOU GOTTA
LET LOVE FLOW IN
AND GIVE IT ALL BACK
YES THIS IS THE DREAM
TOO MANY OF US LACK
BROAD
ROOMY, YES!
ALL INCLUSIVE
YET THE DREAM
SEEMS TO BE
FOREVER ELUSIVE
DO YOU HAVE A DREAM?
YES, LOVE IT
CHASE IT
YES, I HAVE A DREAM
AND KNOW
THAT I’LL MAKE IT———–>

LOVE

© 2009

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

On Submitting Poetry

You’d better submit some poetry
’cause if you don’t I will kill thee
The method of which
I know not yet
but this I will do
you’d better you bet
I could chop off your balls
put them in a cup
or nail you to walls
hang you right up
I could slice off your toe
watch you bleed to death
or shoot with one blow
to take that last breath
But Oh! Mr. Poet
your life I would spare
for just a few poems
perhaps if you dare
The choice is yours
some poems or the knife
’cause for me Mr. Poet
poems are my life

© 2009

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Feeding The Fire Ants

a mass of ants
devour a leaf
including
the stem
and I soon
discover
that I know
several things
none of which seem
relevant to this
so I reach
to a tree
near
the crawling
clawing
pile
of
six-legged pincers
and pull off
a juicy
green
piece of foliage
off
gently
and feed
the fire
again

© 2009

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

My Own World

I live in my own world
I often make it up
This can be
quite treacherous
and sometimes
extremely beautiful

Things surprise me
like elaborate flowers
or people
coming after me
and other outrageous
confablulations

I live in the Matrix
Quantum Physics says
that an electron
or an atom
can be in two places
at the same time

I know
this is true
from my own
experience

I have been there
more than twice
There are others with me
which is a blessing
else I would get quite lonely

Yes I am different
Not like you
or me
more like an alien-hybrid
experiment gone wrong
who has pink bunnies
in his brain
and psychedelic hazel eyes

I live in my own worlds
I often make them up
The difference
between us
is that
I live in both worlds
at the same damn time

© 2009

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

Angels Shower

Angels shower
             Love upon us
Undeserved
             for Love is free
Trees they tower
             truth above us
Undisturbed
             for truth can be
A strong power
             deep within us
Unreserved
             for deep are we
Fear devours
             all about us
Unhindered
             it kills the trees
And soon we cower
             and people fuss
Unobserved
             this Love could be
So on this hour
             each one of us
Uncovered
             we all must see
The blooming flower
             Love within us
We are Love
             and I am me

© 2009

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