You offer your heart
As incense
On unholy altars
Of irreverence.
Your priest sacrilegious
With twisted hands
Lifts your sacrifice
To the heavens…
Then dashes it to hell.
Daniel's Poetry
You offer your heart
As incense
On unholy altars
Of irreverence.
Your priest sacrilegious
With twisted hands
Lifts your sacrifice
To the heavens…
Then dashes it to hell.
Fast or slow
From scroll to scrolling, manuscript to manga
How should one reflect on verse or stanza
Time forever an enemy so I read quick …
Anthologies – flick, lick, click
Some like Frost and Hughes put me in a loop
And like an old cassette I need to reset
Rewind, Pause, Rewind
Till my mind digests and heart relates
Between spaces of each paragraph
You know what,
Everyone is broken in some way.
And if you’re not,
You will be some day.
At her father’s feet
Two hundred Philistine foreskins
For his bride to be;
At the Father’s feet
One hundred songs and hymns
For his soul to keep.
His sword is sharp and swift
And his soul flows like desert streams
For he is a man elite
Like footage after a robbery, she still has photographs of us
I surrendered the receipt to those digitized memories
When she determined my affections were deceit
Indeed, I might concede that there was,
In my heart, conceit
Treachery in every kiss,
For my heart was never in it
At the tip of my tongue, a concoction:
Curiosity – the cloak of my lips – and she tasted
Dose after dose – these fed my prose – till alas!
She discovered my mind to be no wonderland
And this, a chapter she must close.
Before you left, I prayed
(prayed to a God you don’t believe in)
for an earthquake, a monsoon,
anything, anything that would jolt you
into my arms like a javelin
and keep you here for good,
yet, empty handed I stood
for the earth and moon remained unmoved
Summer’s golden locs
Shimmering in autumn’s breeze
Wither in winter