Inspired

inspired
by dan ankers


Being inspired is a big part of my day
It's as natural as farting to really get started
It takes me an hour, just to remind myself
of why i got up in the first place
And without inspiration I'm really unguarded
Standing there wavering
with sleep in my eyes.
Wondering if I ever should have gotten out of bed
because I'm glaringly deficient, by my own admission
Until Good Fortune clears a path
For her grander Designs
This is all i have for the first thirty seconds after I awake..
but then I take a piss and remember
this universe
is Great

The Prologue

The Prologue
by Dan Ankers


When they wrangled them all
and the trucks were full
and Enough was Enough.
When the Genetic Gifts were
all listed, the driftwood were rounded up
The Garbage bag twisted
With The Help Of The Military Enlisted
The End of That Age came upon Us
When we were finally freed from the
Cancerous Scum, that had refused
to pay, had refused to contribute.
We were resolute in our reasoning and
our government's scientists were never wrong.
These aberrations were never really citizens, like us
They were vermin, a long undefined scourge, Never
Determined, before this. Never exposed.
But now the genetic Code, had  been so evidently understood
It Painted these unrepentant people into algorithmic falsehoods.
Gave them notions of freedom never ending,
Notions of talents and abilities, abnormal,
Fiscally compromising. Relatively Unusable
So! you could light a trash-can on fire with your mind
Sometimes!? That doesn't make you special.
That doesn't increase our profits,
And we as a nation, are what matters,
Not the individual people
We're just numbers

not the normal, normal

Normal, normal

by dan ankers

not the normal, normal

a little bit absurd

to the left a little too far

to the right, oh wait, he's just got away in a car

it's hard to pin me down

to find out just where i'll be

i think i speak for many folks

when i say different...that's just me

you called your normal, normal

i said "wait, now that's absurd"

you hide so many things from yourself

you have to know it's bad for your health!

to keep your normal, normal

see you have to hide so many things from me

it's just not worth it, all the fuss

plus so many things stand out,

that I can see!

so drop the pretenses

and lower your fences 

and just lets make advances

interrelating 

lets have some fun

with no plan when we're done

and not worry a thing about

what they're saying

Road Crew

Road Crew
by Dan Ankers


As you crane your neck in
Traffic
Toward The Past
To Watch The Wreck
Of Your Life
Of What Once Was

Beguile me. Oh, beguile me.

Beguile me. Oh, beguile me.
by Dan Ankers


I'm bewitched and beguiled by the way you smile.
Your lips are open and vital, like your heart.
Your teeth show me all i need to know,
For they are exposed in wonder and delight,
At the sight of the vivid world.
Vibrant, you are such a woman but your essence is
That of a Child.
Enchanted and Romantic.
Excited by all of Creations's progeny,
Openly, In wonder and delight
At what is here before you, and Yet
What still might be gleaned.
I could watch your head turn
and your smile
for the rest of time
Entranced by that brief instant
Forever
Forever
in the turn of your beautiful
neck
and the sight
of your artless
superiority of both virtue
and Lust.
Above all creatures.

just saying hi

just saying hi
by dan ankers


No place for me, out of the ordinary
No place setting, dinner was already ready
Already Ate
Already Late
I'm gonna have to forget
The world is moving on without me
Never doubt me
Not for a minute
Long as I'm in it
Came to complete it
Need to define it
or a resolution
just has no
real meaning
We seem to be forgetting
Writing conclusions
with no plot directions
just helter skelter
all ad hoc
with no thought
to the greatest scheme
of all
That's not
That hot
It's got within it
Shades of
desperation
up to the minute
Wave after Waves
of generations
passing us by
God is waving
just saying hi

Pools of Truth, Reflecting Back

Pools of Truth, Reflecting Back
by Dan Ankers

When someone views you with love in their eyes,
they see you, pretty much as you are.
When someone views you with that kind of love,
you aren't perfect, nor are you an angel,
sent from above.
When someone sees you as you are
and wants to follow you to the moon,
just because the love your tries and your attempts
to be your very best, through your failures
and your resentments,
hoping to see you back on track again,
hoping to see you reach your full potential
with a smile on your face,
with all the love and desire and hope they can muster.
 And willing to persevere, through all the years...
through all the tears,
through all the pain,
I'd call that love.
(Some would call it "stupid")
But, sometimes you just know
and sometimes you are even correct
that there is more to a person
than their history
or mere mortal
shell
represents.

Sometimes, it's even worth it...
...Not very often.
But, where would we of us be
without these pools of truth,
the hopes and dreams and the beliefs of others,
reflecting back at us what they see?

Have At It

Have At It
by Dan Ankers


This world is like an ocean who doesn't care
It's all waves and elation, permutations. wavering paths
and destinations who fade in the instant you find
them. Always looking back you realize, he doesn't care
the wave you just crested, was not yours, was not for you
Not for an instant
Not for a moment
You didn't own it
Don't you feel lonely
Just keep on moving
Every instance of life, you could cut with your consciousness
like a knife.And Dissect. It's yours.
Don't ignore.
You're on the floor.
Looking poor.What for?
Just reveal. Revel IN it.
LIVE IT.
Fucking LIVE!
Life is cruel, because it doesn't come with an app.
It doesn't come with a Hack.

Spring, on a string

Spring, on a String
by Dan Ankers


A yo-yo of sorts, have you got no shame?

you've got no concern, for the people who yearn

for the sunlight that burns, with a warmth from God

Hot enough to bake the earth, but moist enough outside

for greenery to thrive.

Spring, on a string

Won't you make up your mind?

We've had enough of snow, and the cold is getting old

This whole season is unreasonably persistent

And my tolerance for vacillations like this are non-existent

Make up your MIND!

Either Folly or Faith

Either Folly or Faith
by Dan Ankers


The Absence of Fear is a stance I would take
And in fact I've taken both, out of folly and faith
Like a fool, I've braved death, or worse, without fear
Like a man, I've faced the loss of my life, resolutely
and astutely, because that's what men do, when it matters
the most.
Like a fool, I crossed the river of death, without Charon, my guide
and scarce lost a breath. Never knowing, never receiving, never accepting
of guidance from my mind, disbelieving.
The difference being, that when a man FACES death, he does so knowingly
And when a boy does so, it's like Nintendo.

Life is an awful friend

Life is an Awful Friend
by Dan Ankers


Some days life ambushes me, cause life is life
And it stabs me in my virgin heart, with an awful knife
Fashioned from a mixture, of things I do not know
And things I might have forgotten, or had chosen to ignore
And penetrates this onion, to his rotten core
I wonder just what, and really just how
I can make it out of bed, without feeling just dread
And how I don't lay there, and stare up at the ceiling
And ruminating, fearing, my feet touching the floor
I don't know how I make it out the door
I don't know what the fuck I'm living for
(Tell me, Am I being a bore?)

If life were my friend, I would recommend medication
A fella so fickle, could use a little meditation
(And maybe a vacation)

Sometimes I look, down this long stretch of road called life
And see wonderful things, that never appear
Fate, it seems, could care less for me
Actually maybe, I'm just too hopeful
Actually maybe, I need to slow down
I tend to get too far ahead of myself, and that's when I drown
I tend to believe in myself, which I hear is a good thing
Actually maybe, that's something I learned in grade school
Actually maybe, I am just crazy
(Well, At least I'm not lazy)

If life were a guy I knew, I'd say look dude, screw you
A man so malicious, is like someone fictitious
(Created by Stephen King, maybe?)

Some time may be needed, a little while longer
And Some time is in order, to assess the disorder
Forget having friendship, that's only Stockholm Syndrome
At best I would say, it's a strained friendship
At worst I'd say the world, has it in for this chimp
I know there are graver things, than having my life
I know that my life is good, as life on planet earth goes
At best I would say, that I'm just feeling low
At worst I would say, that I'm a whiny weirdo
I know that i'm done, because my stomach is growling
I know that I'm annoyed at something, but I can't remember what it was about
(You see I bounce back quite quickly, and emotionally, I'm quite stout)

If life were a person, he wouldn't be perfect
His childhood was bad, so he acts like his dad
(But I'm pretty sure, he's the only friend I have)

Have you seen my puppy?

Have you seen my puppy?
by Dan Ankers

Have you seen my puppy?
His ears are brown and floppy, long.
They flap beside his head, as if to a song
But no one else seems to hear it, except for my little dog
And his special, floppy ears.
Have you seen my puppy, anywhere?

His brown fur is mixed with gold and white.
And I've been looking for him, through the night.
I fear my special pet has gone and run away.
But I will hunt for him, yet another day.

When I awoke,
My gentle hound was nowhere to be found.
So, I walked around the lake and called his name.
By the water, was always his favorite spot to play.
Dashing to-and-fro, beneath the trees. 
I need to find my playmate, gone astray.

My canine always stood guard by the fence.
Wagging his quick tail, it was intense.
And frantically digging his paws in the mud, under the gate.
While waiting to hear my footsteps, down the path.

How much longer will my sadness last?
It's been three full days.
And as I know, my little doggy never strays,
My head is spinning 'round, I'm worried sick!
I fear that something awful’s come of him!

But now look! Here comes the gentle Farmer!
Wearing on his face, his goodness, like an armor!
Who carries beneath his strong, yet gentle grip
Two armfuls of my furry, special friend!

And as he walks in long and even strides,
Away from where he's parked his yellow truck,
I can feel my heartbeat picking up, 
The happiness in my chest keeps rising faster,
As my legs carry me onward toward the master,
Of that neighboring farm, just down the road,
Where it seems my puppy fled, so all alone, 
But now has been returned to me, anew!
And as the smile touches both ears on my face!
I gently squeeze my puppy and I'm sure,
That I will never let my puppy go!
I will keep him closer to me now
My special little friend
Always in tow!

(Some days, the sun seems wonderful
And brightens up the sky.
The breeze touches your skin just so,
And beauty's within all that passes by.
Days like that are worth just living for,
With a melody of precious moments to carry you on.
Remember days like those, 
Like music playing in your ears.
And carry those tunes  
All through your life.
All through your years.)