Lego City
by dan ankers
The process, becoming one with my mind
Lateral viewing, with some sequential steps
Acknowledging the master, time
Physics laws and cosmic depths
Buffeting me around for days
Improvisational symphonies, as the mind sways
To my innumerable thoughts, the strays
So many more to count than my own breaths
Or memories composed in cogent sets
Allowing me no peace, and I can never once even rest
Only reconfigure, out of necessity
At best
My favorite bone
A ball is thrown
I, return to this place, always, in my thoughts
With no intentions, of ever truly leaving here
I hang my hat, and my perceptions cart me off
As my reasons try to find some peaceful residence
This process is a perverse pleasure, I must confess
A torn asunder
Never ending
Complex issue
Conscious rendering
Of the universe
I am always assembling
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2014
I Can Sense the Undercurrent
I Can Sense the Undercurrent
by dan ankers
Most of life is lived on top of the metaphorical water
And civilization makes floating there, pretty easy
So, why not just live up where it's safe and dry and warm
Where everything seems relatively breezy?
Plus, we've all met dangers in our lives, or heard a tragic story
Or we base all or most of our choices, upon religious allegory
We learn very young, bout where we should go
And where we shouldn't ever want to be
And there are tales of horror, about lurkers in the depths of life
Who wait for us there, in the vast and murky caverns
Under the sea
I have always had a sense, a thirst for depth
I'm not saying I'm the deepest, but I enjoy running out of breath
And I love it when people see fit to disclose things
Out of their most arcane recesses
Where their water's never truly still
And where lives the quiet messes
The things we think and feel, when no one watches
I know for me, that I'm my favorite kind of person
When I leave the shallow end, in search of the uncertain
Where exploration is only a matter of turning ones head to the side
To ask the person next to you, what treasure troves they hide
Or taking personal risks with some sense of clarity
Not like the fool, walking off a cliff
But doing it carefully
Sure, there'll always be danger when you swim out of your depth
But for living a full life, as near as I can tell
There's not too many better ways, to know you've lived it well
by dan ankers
Most of life is lived on top of the metaphorical water
And civilization makes floating there, pretty easy
So, why not just live up where it's safe and dry and warm
Where everything seems relatively breezy?
Plus, we've all met dangers in our lives, or heard a tragic story
Or we base all or most of our choices, upon religious allegory
We learn very young, bout where we should go
And where we shouldn't ever want to be
And there are tales of horror, about lurkers in the depths of life
Who wait for us there, in the vast and murky caverns
Under the sea
I have always had a sense, a thirst for depth
I'm not saying I'm the deepest, but I enjoy running out of breath
And I love it when people see fit to disclose things
Out of their most arcane recesses
Where their water's never truly still
And where lives the quiet messes
The things we think and feel, when no one watches
I know for me, that I'm my favorite kind of person
When I leave the shallow end, in search of the uncertain
Where exploration is only a matter of turning ones head to the side
To ask the person next to you, what treasure troves they hide
Or taking personal risks with some sense of clarity
Not like the fool, walking off a cliff
But doing it carefully
Sure, there'll always be danger when you swim out of your depth
But for living a full life, as near as I can tell
There's not too many better ways, to know you've lived it well
Thursday, May 29, 2014
A Happy Sound
A Happy Sound
by dan ankers
He chuckles with glee, invariably, when I see him
No cares made of this world, to strain the sound
So, it's pristine joy, amplified over vocal chords
When I hear it
What a happy sound
I could never replicate
I think that I would feel like a mad man, if I could
Cause I'm an adult, and I forget how to truly laugh
The best thing I can do, is listen to him
Tell him a joke or two, and get him to grin
Maybe hear a belly laugh!
What a happy sound that its!
I could never replicate it
That time has passed
It's just incredible how the sound of one child's laughter
Can remind me of the joys built into life
That I should be searching after
:)
by dan ankers
He chuckles with glee, invariably, when I see him
No cares made of this world, to strain the sound
So, it's pristine joy, amplified over vocal chords
When I hear it
What a happy sound
I could never replicate
I think that I would feel like a mad man, if I could
Cause I'm an adult, and I forget how to truly laugh
The best thing I can do, is listen to him
Tell him a joke or two, and get him to grin
Maybe hear a belly laugh!
What a happy sound that its!
I could never replicate it
That time has passed
It's just incredible how the sound of one child's laughter
Can remind me of the joys built into life
That I should be searching after
:)
The Quiet Plague
The Quiet Plague
by dan ankers
Our open hands drew them in willingly
As we spoke oily words
Meant to coax
All the women and the men
In to the quietus of submission
(what a joke)
Truth being what it absolutely is
It wasn't so hard to do at all
Cause their baubles and electronic toys
And highly sexualized young girls and boys
Lined them up, already poised to fall
Like a million even rows
Of tiny spoon-fed dominoes
Just another rampaging pestilence, set loose through the street
Only this time rats don't spread this plague, at all
It's the elite.
Stranger Words
Stranger Words
by dan ankers
By blissful fact and elemental fiction
A plethora of words does rise up, from time to time
Encased within pink folds of flesh, are my electric thoughts enmeshed
Into the slimy hardware of human kind
That, coupled with my innate senses
Existing there, beyond my fences
There's a world i carry with me now, and I keep it stored
Behind my furrowed lines
It's a place I need to visit, much more often than most would ever care to, or dare try
However, I can haul nothing back from this address, save for my increasingly pervasive sense
That, to this world
There is so much more than meets the eye.
So I nurture a still-growing sense of wonder
And a few dozen or so, unnaturally crippling fears
And this is alternately the greatest thing that's ever been known to me
And this is also the source
Of my greatest despair
by dan ankers
By blissful fact and elemental fiction
A plethora of words does rise up, from time to time
Encased within pink folds of flesh, are my electric thoughts enmeshed
Into the slimy hardware of human kind
That, coupled with my innate senses
Existing there, beyond my fences
There's a world i carry with me now, and I keep it stored
Behind my furrowed lines
It's a place I need to visit, much more often than most would ever care to, or dare try
However, I can haul nothing back from this address, save for my increasingly pervasive sense
That, to this world
There is so much more than meets the eye.
So I nurture a still-growing sense of wonder
And a few dozen or so, unnaturally crippling fears
And this is alternately the greatest thing that's ever been known to me
And this is also the source
Of my greatest despair
What's Behind the Wall
What's Behind the Wall
by Dan Ankers
The smell of mystery is in the air
Set upon me by curious intentions
My invention
A calm dimension where once I roamed
But was laid low
Clawed Down
amid the mystery of the undertow
by Dan Ankers
The smell of mystery is in the air
Set upon me by curious intentions
My invention
A calm dimension where once I roamed
But was laid low
Clawed Down
amid the mystery of the undertow
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Beauty
Beauty
by dan ankers
Beauty is
Love without ending
It lives in the human spirit
It's etched within the human mind
Just behind my sense of space
and my Illusory sense of time
In fact, distance is pretty much the same
Illusory, without much shame
It all works well enough in the mind
as long as we don't
Over analyze
However, I digress
Now this poem
is just a mess
Beauty, oh yes Beauty
It depends on WHO YOU ARE
by dan ankers
Beauty is
Love without ending
It lives in the human spirit
It's etched within the human mind
Just behind my sense of space
and my Illusory sense of time
In fact, distance is pretty much the same
Illusory, without much shame
It all works well enough in the mind
as long as we don't
Over analyze
However, I digress
Now this poem
is just a mess
Beauty, oh yes Beauty
It depends on WHO YOU ARE
Friday, May 23, 2014
Enmity
Enmity
by Dan Ankers
Springing from the side of a rock
From whence it came, I do know not
I only see it hanging there
a sprig with dignity, a clipping of infinity
a child set apart from the surrounding Enmity
How soft its outspoken flower
Though shriveled at times, its leaves show great power
I only wish that I had such gentle pride
to be left standing alone
with nowhere to hide
Gracing the rock of this earth, with my immortal presence
Presented like a sacrifice to the elements
So strong and yet so totally refined
So as not to utter so much as a word
of Ill-gotten Pride
by Dan Ankers
Springing from the side of a rock
From whence it came, I do know not
I only see it hanging there
a sprig with dignity, a clipping of infinity
a child set apart from the surrounding Enmity
How soft its outspoken flower
Though shriveled at times, its leaves show great power
I only wish that I had such gentle pride
to be left standing alone
with nowhere to hide
Gracing the rock of this earth, with my immortal presence
Presented like a sacrifice to the elements
So strong and yet so totally refined
So as not to utter so much as a word
of Ill-gotten Pride
This World
This World
by Dan Ankers
Living in this world is exasperating, to say the least
Like trying to build a home, on the back of some devilish beast
And not out of symbiosis, or any sense of mutual respect
No, it hates us on its back, and we hate the place we live
Sometimes we both stop and have a moment, a mutual feeling of awe about life
And those moments are the best things that either one of us can hope for
And those are the types of memories that long endure
And that's the closest we ever get, really
We and the beast, to seeing things clearly.
by Dan Ankers
Living in this world is exasperating, to say the least
Like trying to build a home, on the back of some devilish beast
And not out of symbiosis, or any sense of mutual respect
No, it hates us on its back, and we hate the place we live
Sometimes we both stop and have a moment, a mutual feeling of awe about life
And those moments are the best things that either one of us can hope for
And those are the types of memories that long endure
And that's the closest we ever get, really
We and the beast, to seeing things clearly.
Friday, May 16, 2014
2514
2514
by Dan Ankers
In the year, twenty-five fourteen
Buried neath the ruins of a lost and ancient city
And Long after the two wars, of the century before, were over
As the men searched amid the ruined rubble of the old, abandoned
Structure bubbles, that people used to call home
It was discovered, some ancient manuscripts
Old books that had been sheathed in some sort of preservative skin
And as books are really rare now, the scientists were very glad how
The folks of long, long ago, had thought to do this
Word travelled somewhat slowly, these days
In fact, up until 50 years ago, some people were living in caves
That was until we found some of the old machines, and the cleverest ones among us
Assembled into teams
And we regained some of the society we'd lost
What happened here on planet earth, to make us all pay such a heavy cost?
That was the great mystery, since we'd lost most of our history
Sure, we knew about the wars, but almost nothing about what had come before
Thankfully we'd retained our basic language skills
And some technology and knowledge of such things
Had been passed down, almost tribally, for as near as we could surmise, almost
a Century
So, as you can intuit, I'm sure, the knowledge in these books, was of a sacred order
And it was leafed through, very carefully, delicately, yet voraciously, hungrily
We desired, above all, to know of our ancient ancestry
And now that human kind was relatively civil, once again
And the tribes weren't warring anymore, out of hunger or greed
To learn where we came from, was our only dire need
We were the lost children of history
And I can tell you, to be so lost
Is almost sickening
The first and greatest news we found, in those books that were so permanently bound
Was the beauty and grace of all the religions, combined
We had no idea. Their words were so sublime
So many ideas, so many schools of thought, people must have loved the stories they taught
They must have had wonderful conversations about them all day
And we did too, now that our minds had more time to stray
We figured that, like us, those human beings had seen,
That between the worlds religions, their ran a common theme
One of love and forgiveness, most fair, and yes, divine
Now we understand that word,
More fully all the time
And we lived in those words, but more importantly, the ideas that they taught
And ever more the great mystery deepened, the mystery of why they fought
And how buried neath the rubble and the ruin of civilizations past
we found something so beautiful, that it daily made us gasp
I suppose as they uncover more, maybe we'll finally understand,
how we lost ourselves to war, and what begot the fall of Man.
by Dan Ankers
In the year, twenty-five fourteen
Buried neath the ruins of a lost and ancient city
And Long after the two wars, of the century before, were over
As the men searched amid the ruined rubble of the old, abandoned
Structure bubbles, that people used to call home
It was discovered, some ancient manuscripts
Old books that had been sheathed in some sort of preservative skin
And as books are really rare now, the scientists were very glad how
The folks of long, long ago, had thought to do this
Word travelled somewhat slowly, these days
In fact, up until 50 years ago, some people were living in caves
That was until we found some of the old machines, and the cleverest ones among us
Assembled into teams
And we regained some of the society we'd lost
What happened here on planet earth, to make us all pay such a heavy cost?
That was the great mystery, since we'd lost most of our history
Sure, we knew about the wars, but almost nothing about what had come before
Thankfully we'd retained our basic language skills
And some technology and knowledge of such things
Had been passed down, almost tribally, for as near as we could surmise, almost
a Century
So, as you can intuit, I'm sure, the knowledge in these books, was of a sacred order
And it was leafed through, very carefully, delicately, yet voraciously, hungrily
We desired, above all, to know of our ancient ancestry
And now that human kind was relatively civil, once again
And the tribes weren't warring anymore, out of hunger or greed
To learn where we came from, was our only dire need
We were the lost children of history
And I can tell you, to be so lost
Is almost sickening
The first and greatest news we found, in those books that were so permanently bound
Was the beauty and grace of all the religions, combined
We had no idea. Their words were so sublime
So many ideas, so many schools of thought, people must have loved the stories they taught
They must have had wonderful conversations about them all day
And we did too, now that our minds had more time to stray
We figured that, like us, those human beings had seen,
That between the worlds religions, their ran a common theme
One of love and forgiveness, most fair, and yes, divine
Now we understand that word,
More fully all the time
And we lived in those words, but more importantly, the ideas that they taught
And ever more the great mystery deepened, the mystery of why they fought
And how buried neath the rubble and the ruin of civilizations past
we found something so beautiful, that it daily made us gasp
I suppose as they uncover more, maybe we'll finally understand,
how we lost ourselves to war, and what begot the fall of Man.
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