(poem) - Art is Not Defined as Being a Confusing Mess

It rained once
Inside my mind
Where all the dry stuff waits
Yet the humidity declined

It was an odd time
To be alive
When the boys there
Tried to strive

I don’t like random
With no conjunction
It makes no sense
Has no function

I’ll end the movie
Before it begins
So I won’t have to deal
With puzzling at the end.

Why do people try
To be all artsy fartsy
With out any real
Substance to their story?

Normally I like
A really good art flick
But I do not want to be told
How to feel by some prick

Beautiful movies
Are true experiences
They are so rare to find
As they have to jump over so many fences

But some movies
Just get put out
Because people don’t understand
What its really about

And they think
“It must be art!”
When its really just
Not very smart....

But in the end
I completely digress
I must bet back to art
And looking at a lioness


For pain supercedes
The rainbow’s true love
Ravens come out of the sky
From the clouds above

And rain their love
Down upon the ocean
Where rocks float
Among the graves of the lemon.

--Dan

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Think Outside the Box, Live Outside your Bubble

I love truly trying to get outside of my comfort zone, not only with writing, but with everything.  There’s so much in life to explore, and to understand, yet most tend to never really leave their house....  This sad state of affairs needs to be remedied!

There was an old piece of literature, that I discovered once, in the oddest of places, that talked about how every person dreams, and therefore is a traveler, even if they’ve never left their cave.  I find this true to a point, because I’ve found people that just don’t dream, they are sticks in the mud, and will never view life outside there bubble.

(poem) A Scratch

There’s something about being touched
Something nice and discrete
It swells your soul
And makes it charge to greet

A simple feel
Of fingers intertwined
Makes you realize
Your soul is in a bind

A bind of love
A bind of lust
All you know is
This sense you can trust

It will take you away
To that wonderful place
That poets dream of
Where sensuality is encased

Pain can be introduced
As it is part of that sense
But I do not like it as much
As it puts me on defense

But other like that sort of thing
And I absolutely never judge
For without a little scratch down the back
It would be hard to get my fiancé to budge

--Dan

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