One Grey Cloud

One Grey Cloud

by dan ankers

One grey cloud is not enough

One grey cloud is never enough

They like to come in packs, like wolves

In droves, like flocks of pooping gulls

I see them form the shapes of skulls

In monumental overhauls

Above my waiting, bated breath

Insinuating certain death

In packs and droves

While here am I

The one who ponders

Just who am I?

I watch them swoop right in, like flies

Like pterodactyl’s in the skies

Portend-ers of the coming moon

Attendees at my funeral swoon

As closer to my death am I

Admitting this is no small feat

It makes a person’s life complete

It makes the moments tidy, neat

It helps me put forth, as I ponder

Such urgency, as my thoughts do tend to wander

And it holds me to a much higher standard

Than heretofore, I’d ever dared to gander

Two Creatures

Two Creatures

by dan ankers

Two creatures, set apart by normal human lives

Beacons in the night, set aglow

Like a dragons eyes

In flawless communications between

They are never meant to meet

on the same scene

They’ll falter if the world’s illusion’s kept

For, believing in that fairy tale IS death

And if their self-willed dispositions are not respected

A fate much worse than that

can be expected

In revolutions - unfailingly unrestrained

Their convolutions - wholly uncontained

They’ll spiral out of control

till they are no more

And seep between rocks; into the soil

And get carried up into the atmosphere to be set free

Or get washed out, among the thrashing waves of the sea

The two come upon each other, in revelations

Ideas found, time and again

in cycles

And due the world's cruelest machinations

finding always

a closeness

in perfect separation

Alas, as the mere ideas that we are..

And they, as purveyors of ideas near and far..

The most complementary things

this world could ever know

Will e'er more remain

Corporeally disconnected

‘Cept for those few times

this baned world has selected

And even only then, to represent it

Power Continued

Power Continued.

by dan ankers

I woke up

and saying one word was not ever enough

I spoke my faith

and in doing so, it was taken away

by my very own mind

As I spoke, I re-awoke

for the ten thousandth time

I spake my mind and as I spoke

my thoughts being fluid

changed

Now, I am deranged

And I shall be

for all of the rest of my days

Thank god for that

Who is that?

I don’t know god

but god knows me.

Who is he or very likely she?

or better yet

a neither one of the two

who art you?

lol biblical speak

it calls for laughs

Curses upon curses

the bible is full of them

so funny

…..But then there is Jesus

So conflicted with the rest.

why is that?

I’ve had folks tell me

Their ideas do fall flat

What’s more

why do preachers pretend to be southern

when they are not?

Why does God care for an accent?

I’m just laughin

While I care

I really do

How bout you?

I love babies and I hate to see the innocent suffer

I would die on any day, glady

for my mother

or any other

God knows me, but I can’t know God

God is too big

too wonderful

to be understood

Boiled down

Just follow that voice

which says

Don’t harm another

Even though I may not know them

they are my brother

or my sister

Life is really too fucking hard

I hear my inner selves whisper...

I Seek Them All

I Seek Them All

by dan ankers

Every time

Every inch

Every broad, sweeping gesture

Every cold and arid measure

since the beginning of all things

up to the very last and

Squalid variable

till time stands at odds with it’s very own self

and can exist no more

till the universe slows down

and the last monarch is crowned

in everlasting sweet, sweet

discord

Frozen like an old abandoned movie screen

where the cheerleader screams

As the savage axe rains down upon her head

never to reach, a single hair

so bleached

She's never dead

Intelligent themes, encased within

morbid creases

Where lives entire castles full

of old entropic rules

Never to be released again

The Arrival

The Arrival

by dan ankers

He crawls up onto the shores, where oceans of ideas first meet the granules of time

He rests upon his elbow, with one hand grasping fervidly at the air

His vision is dim, and in an uncoordinated pursuit for nourishment and a soft place of his own

He reaches out to seek, and finds at last

A place called home

The Heat

The Heat

by dan ankers

Some can’t stand it

but that I love

The crushing spirit

of competition

Which threatens via

elements

Of vulnerability, and pressure,

and the obliteration of ego

Forms

Little harms, which

hurt more

In so many ways

than cuts and bruises,

Scrapes and breaks

and

Wrenching with the awful torque

of an endless procession

Of spiteful wraiths

that seek to dissever

Human life wholly

till it does not make any sense

They

advance, much like an army

of pinpoint doubts

Set to the music

of misery

And

pain

Power

Power

by dan ankers

Power is waking up.

Initiate

Initiate

by dan ankers

When I was a boy

I was strong

all day long

I had a fever

which began upon waking

I was a champion of belief

without grief

or mistaking

Too bad

I didn’t have

the facts

back then

Now I’m a man

and I stand

with a whimper

My head is often sore

for no reason

My knees usually ache

cause of the season

And the world is my oyster

but motivation

is lacking

It all makes me laugh sometimes

as my joints begin cracking

All Around Town

All Around Town

by dan ankers

Trapped within; my faithful grin

My companion

My captor

My neighbor

My Vehicle

through rain and snow

and every type of danger

The captive crew knows what to do

when his pirate spirit calls

and aid his batshit stratagems

as if they had no flaws

This team it works quite well, in fact

for progress is their mark

Upon the whole

they make it known:

No bullshit on this ark

Within My Tenuous Grasp

Within My Tenuous Grasp

by dan ankers

Swapping out poems for confusion

is a suitable way to pierce the delusion

And it ends much better than picking up a bottle

Voicing the disparity between paradigm and working article

I start my day, by writing this poem

As when I wake up, this world is a marvel

And my eyes see it clearly, and my head it does too

Without interference from a single problem, or pressing thing to do

It begins as an oyster, and it ends as a calamity

As I lay down my head to escape this inanity

Where daily inhabits my body, this vessel

The cognitive dissonance, from pillow on, gets distressful

If I were a computer, I would surely short-circuit

The data would kill me

My summation would be:

NOT WORTH IT

Thankfully, I am a man

And I feel and see that all of life is precious

And luckily I am not alone

There are some folks who still “get” this

But I know when I leave

When I cross my front door

The first thing I see

Will deplete my amore

Chipping away, will this day

At my store

Of patience and love

and simple wisdoms

Therefore

I must compete, just to keep all of my sanity

Adroitly maneuvering ‘tween

the islands of lunacy

that sometimes look obvious, and can easily be avoided

But more often than not, they are fools in wise clothing

Cause everyone wants to seem

like they know what the hell they’re doing

Most without ever addressing the problems

with even an ounce of reason

So, as I wake up today, with no respect for the chaos

I resolutely define my thoughts from here on

I will sift through this world, like I’m panning for treasures

Amid the silt of the world, with childish measures long gone

Any foolish displays, will be met as they are

And taken with a grain of salt

‘Cause that was what my mother taught

I will persevere but find no fault

Of a graceless world, is this result