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by dan ankers

My ears are running over with the words I used

Thick clumps of them are streaming down the side of my head

And dropping to the floor

Like Spoonfuls of oatmeal
Thrown from an infant's
high-chair

The Origins of Imaginative Thought

The Origins of Imaginative Thought

by dan ankers

Within the human mind

A complex arena

Composed of twisted vines

Elegantly Angled

To form a type of construct

Intelligently Wrangled

There lies a type of though

Extravagant and mangled

That’s wonderfully out of reach

To the Ignorant and Hobbled

By all the things of life

That only mirror their thoughts.

The fire of creation

Some have called it thus

Is Irrigating our thoughts

And some have thought it less

But those who know can tell you

That this world is not what it seems

And everything you now see as facts

Once lived inside of dreams.

Agendas

Agendas

by dan ankers

Agendas are like Vaginas, only more people have them

And they want you, deep inside of them

In their motives, extravagant

Be they Religious

Political

Or

A Hodge-podge of the two

You can bet that, they will take care of you

And their constituents, too

Be it money, or favors

Be it whatever you’d like

You can bet that, they have all the answers

Only give up your life

Your mind

And your thoughts

Be what they teach

What they preach

What they speak about

And get lost

Update

Update

by dan ankers

Updates on all my out-of-date feelings

Making the unconventional, convenient and approachable

Twisting the data, until it makes sense

Parting the fog and piercing the dense

A little bit found

A little discarded

It seems that my fables

Were a little too guarded

It seems they were unable

To encompass the largeness

Of the world in its glory

And all of its gardens

Fleshing them out

Would require some changes

Willing them to grow

As my mind rearranges

With all of us just living

And making our way

Through the line for the bus

To our mortal decay

This change could prove fatal

Killing me at a much faster rate

But lastly I will die

Whether I advance, or I wait

So, what have I to lose

With all that I have to gain

A single chance for living

In it’s essence unexplained

I could extinguish with a flicker

Or I could rage loudly, in the dark

With the heat of a thousand suns

When my flame is quenched out

The music

The music

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The amusement of the spheres

This music, most queer

Of elements

I cannot pick out only one

Not a single, solitary note

inviting me to overanalyze

it

That is how I know

I must be laughing.

I Foresee

I Foresee

by dan ankers

With so many speaking

and so many relating

Some of them in earnestness

and some straight fabricating

I thought it would be nice

to write down some of my own thoughts

And put them into record

‘else...why have this voice 

at all?

My thoughts are often jumbled

indistinct and unpronounced

but buried beneath the cacophony of them all

there are ideas; just ready to pounce

I often can’t detect them

till I have a quiet moment

Many times I go to write

and from my brain they come

Explodin’!

I love being this way

though I must say, it’s been quite a burden

All my life

as the odd man out

Through the years, it’s had me hurtin’

Grade School was a struggle

Junior High was a chore

And, and by the time I was a senior

I couldn’t take it, anymore!!!

Finally, I have perspective

though, the old wounds are still healing

I behold the world now, with a (mostly) untainted view

and I must say, that this is a starkly revealing

Point of View

The way I see it

In Living Color

Is so full of Periods

and Question Marks

Often one, leads into the other

As Exclamations, Revelations, and Welcomed

Consternations

Drive me on

I can’t claim to know everything

(or even a little)

But I like to think my thought process

strays boldly from the middle

And into 

parts unknown

The disturbingly unfamiliar

Yes, OH YES

I like to call THAT PLACE home

Has anyone ever really seen?

Like really?

Have any of us ever danced with the universe

And the world

Perfectly and clearly?

I submit that we have not

Our olden days are dens of rot

Not fit at all 

to build one future upon

(much less the hopes of this entire world)

So let’s move on

And in place of the old habit of baseless "fact"

Let uss institute a new set of rules

And not argue THIS or THAT

Let us all redeem ourselves

And our world

For our children

Let us not be 

Beholden to the past

(Let it pass)

And let's get buildin'

Let its icy winds not 

render us, permanently cold hearted

Let us all march into this future

Let’s make it bold

Now let’s get started.

Wait, while I write my other poem

Wait, while I write my other poem

by dan ankers

This is the poem that’s not so good

It was written by me, in lieu of my other

I was working all day

With my wonderful brother

So, I didn’t finish it yet

But it’s a good rhyme

I promise you that, it’s like Cat in the Hat

Destined to be a classic

It’s both silly and bombastic at times

Yet it’s still very deep

With really great message

I will probably finish it, tomorrow

When my mind feels some leverages

But right now, I have nothing

I’m a vacuum of cleverness

And I exist only

To drink caustic beverages

So, I’ll see you tomorrow

Or perhaps the next night

But I promise you something

My next work…

will be more than alright.

Sand Castles...a meaning

Sand Castles...a meaning

by dan ankers

Old love

becomes new love

Becomes old love

again

And borrowed love

becomes YOUR LOVE

Becomes the loves

of your best friend

Sand castles

are your castles

But then you realize

a trend

Your castles

look like their castles

And then

their castles

Upend

How much

does it look like

That your castles

defend

Before they give up

on their defence

And make sense

in the end?

Granules

Granules

by dan ankers

Be it the crashing waves of forever

Or the minute granules of time

It’s all the same

This life

I drink my wine

with a straw

My feet up on the railing

of my porch

Shoeless

Forever

I’m not clever

Never

Wind takes the grass

to wavy places

Ripples like to pass through

its blades

Like waves

More waves

The grass is clever

It moves like a genius

Continuous

Luminous

Disproving several theories

at once

Maybe

Maybe

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Call me a liar if you want to

Besmirch my name

I don’t even care

I’m still alive

I’m still here

Tell me that I am a bad person

if you will

I won’t even mind

I still breathe

I still thrive

No matter what the instance

And not because of sticks and stones

I woke up today

I may still wake up

Tomorrow

But either way, I do not care

For the things you say

Not really

Not much

I care for you

But not for what you judge

If I happen to wake up

In the morning

(Or perhaps the early afternoon)

(Yes, I am like that)

My mind shall be pure

Not in the religious sense

Or devoid of selfish thinking

In any respect

I will wake up

Clear my mind

And do my best

To not waste breath

This world is a crystal glass

Open up your eyes

And find your depth

Have You Ever

Have You Ever

by dan ankers

Have you ever thought you were clever

but it turned out that you were just young?

That your world was really an oyster

and its pearl was under your thumb?

Only to find out that

you had fallen asleep in class

And as you awoke

to a bully’s harass

That the class was almost finished

and not hearing a thing,

your pride was diminished

For, certain you were

that you were out of sync

with what others did think

And as the years passed

you kept to your own

You harbored your thoughts

refined them, and honed

To such a degree

as to others was strange

While completely aware that

your destiny hinged

Upon knowing things and taking stock

in fortitude on conflicted thought

Not easily rectified with easy answers

No, they were got

through years of fire

And the holes they left in your soul

meant more to you

than silver or gold

And now you see

just why you became

the way you are

though none can claim

except for you

to see your truth

Well, not many

but those who do

Are wonderful

and so precise

They live their lives

tip of the knife

And none may see

just what you are

and you can accept that

In fact, you would have it

not any other way

true pearls of wisdom are fought for

through fortitude and grit

And you would not ever give them up

for all that worldly shit.