and a lovely feeling
that swept through the body
that took you to another place
like a dream within a dream within a dream that get’s better with every layer
words? what are they?
when you are in that dream within a dream within a dream
and when you awake
you are met by the kiss of a
sunlit day
that has to tell you that it will end and another one replaces it
and another moment, new
Copyright 2012 Marco Daniel
So I’m sorry
sorry that I can’t
sorry that I’m affected
sorry that words affect me so much that I have to write.
I’m sorry
that I have to listen to writers putting down writers who aren’t tough enough for them
One’s stage is not everyone’s stage.
yes there are things going on in the world that we can be passionate about.
but we are all different
and we all change,
just look at the darkness and light of Nick Cave’s career. It’s not one emotion.
the put downs the put downs
why not just put your foot down for something you believe in instead of on the toes of your friends who you make foes
because their voice is not the same,
assimilate I will not
appreciate I willl
writing is writing is writing is writing is a way
a way through a way forward a way out a way in
a way around
a way to begin
a way to continue
a way to look
a way to feel
believe for a second
see for a while
look into the smile
the style may be the point or not the point.
just voices,
in text
just thinking and writing possibilities of writing
until It feels right to stop.
right to stop
write
write
write to stop
Copyright 2012 Marco Daniel
love
watch it stand on its own
Copyright Marco Daniel 2012
when it is
when it isn’t
no longer in need
no need in longing
when it is
when it isn’t.
caught on
nothing more than a few thorns
just a little costume
was it the head of the cow or the tail?
can you remember?
is it?
isn’t it?
was it ?
wasn’t it?
It is
it will
Just see
and wait
and see
the ability to walk away
to move to a greener way
in the same pasture
with the same clues same reminders
slowed time down
slowed the thoughts down
slowed it all down
the blood
the sweat
we help, we move on
the sweat
the blood
we become
we see
what is important
where are the old ties?
where is the old familiar pain?
untied, the blood returns to the limb
the body begins to heal
familiar pain is hit with new blood
change
put weight on the limb
move slowly
upright
self supported
moving
direction
change
eyesfixed on the past
imprisoned by doing the right thing
for the self and the other
one is cancelled out by the other
all that is left is a face and feeling
and an empty mess
(To avoid confusion
or possibly cause more
I have decided to explain what I am today)
Speak with the heart
dream with
breathe next to
when I feel free I am me
and my laugh will be full
thanks to freedom
giving
sharing
they all flow from my freedom
If you never saw me free
you never saw my love
you never felt the big love
If you saw me un-free
It was not me that you did see
A story my friends
a story my enemies
a story that breathes
a story where people were there
they existed
they tried
they tried and cried
a story that itself wept
it’s pages soaked together
the many voices and lines and descriptions
and tenses
and directions
its beats its rhythm
now one thick block.
A story my friends
should have begun again by now
even one slice of this block
could start it up again
give the story some light
let the pages sit in the sun
let the wind get underneath and through it
let the characters step out of it
characters from it’s pages
characters voiced through voice boxes again
As climbing begins
as storytellers climb
as climbing begins
barefoot
a story that breathes climbs
Copyright Marco Daniel
my hand
lost in yours
my dream lost in yours
my reality lost in yours
unravel
lost?
unravel
found
unravel
discovered
unravel
observing the unraveled
Copyright Marco Daniel 2012
And in the rain
your eyes don’t mind the wet
The rain comes down
and you head slowly tilts up
there is a stillness that always seems there
as the rain comes down
All that downward movement seems to slow it all down or stop it
and it stops right now
and it’s coming down stronger
and you give up
and you think not
and you, blinded by walls
blinded by sound
are wet
wet
hair soaked through
dreams soaked throgh
cares soaked through
on tempered days
like this one
your laughter
a melodie
your chest
a jumping toy
soaked dreams
laughing
time to laugh at it all