Palpable Darkness

Palpable Darkness

by dan ankers

Wicked, Wicked

Laughter, Laughter

Inside my Walls

Behind the Plaster

Whispering, Whispering

(Ominous Chains)

Suffuse the Halls

Inside my Brains

Coming for me.

Coming near.

Those Wailing Whispers

Assail my Ear

And I Cannot Escape the Dread of Night

No I Cannot

and

Its Not Alright

If you ever knew a night like this

revelation known

would be your sweet

Prom kiss

And darkness would become your

Chiming Bell

And Drag your Virgin Likeness

Straight to Hell

What's the issue with being Human

What’s the issue with being Human

by dan ankers

It’s hard to determine

where we went wrong

I guess it was just the case

that all along

Human kind was made up of the best of the worst

of us

just a curse

but no

it’s okay

It must be that way

no questions

Those are our conditions

If we are to live

our savagery must thrive

transmuting over time

into something else

A mirror of our savagery

when held up to our faces

it displaces our egos

Thats why so many blind people

are walking around

every day

this

world is full of choices

So many voices

But when we look into the light

and see the dirt that’s on our faces

Can’t help but wanna wipe it off

and

come to a gentler places

That savagery is our battery

but it doesn’t have to be

the face of your identity

A weaker man

is one who cannot stand

the face of his Humanity

Nothing but a spark...

Nothing but a spark...

dan ankers

At night, via certain kinda light

and I’ve been up all night

terrified

Vilifying the thoughts within my head

Maybe on purpose

I don’t know

I think get this way, when I’m feeling nervous

(I’m anxious)

Old habits die hard

And it’s hard to forgive myself; Where’s my pardon?

Yes I’m digging up the roots within my garden

So

Where’s my heart?

Before I get too deep

I Remember that I need to sleep

but

Now there’s dirt’s scattered all over the floor

and

I can’t take this anymore

but

it’s too late

Too late

I see that light

As the fury of the day

pierces through the night

And I give in and I go on

without a fight

Wasted all my juice, last night

contemplating life

in the dark

now my brain is functioning

on nothing

but a spark

Seen Through Magic

Seen Through Magic

by dan ankers

Seen through the magic of our soul’s

illumination

Are plots and dreams

and even the petty schemes

of these beings

I write not of a concept; a soul

But of our earthly selves

as a whole

Chemicals and all that control

and...

I once knew a man, he was me

He did not know

but insisted he could

see

Well, sometime later he realized that

he was slowly turning to stone and

he was not at all alone

not by one single person

on this earth

in that fact

(If not consciously balanced and checked)

And the more correct one being thinks they are,

the more likely that person has fallen

and far

And it occurs to me, yes

that I did now that very thing

so maybe I have fallen

but there is no turning

back

For answers perceived

as rigid certainties

are like personal hallucinations

that have gone on

unchecked

And if there is one thing in life

that I am absolutely certain about

It is that certainty

is an odd kind of

death

Like a

Shape

with

No length, width, nor

depth

Always be mindful

Always be mindful

by dan ankers

In all ways be mindful,

be mindful;

Always be mindful

With great pains

Return

to that place

of wisdom

once I get burned

here

(through the system)

Mindfulness

in this present-time of madness

(all present-times are present times of madness)

Thankfulness is essential

I’m thankful for the fact

that I am thankful

Always be mindful they say

(I think I’ve heard someone say it, once)

Now, there, I’ve said it for myself

so, 

that’s that

The wind in the trees tells a story

I believe

Through the form of a cosmic metaphor

that no self aware

woman, child, or man

may un-perceive

Once it has invaded,

canals of the

Ear

Or the symbol rich

treasure troves of the mind

as they are

For even without ears,

through the skin and through the eyes

Her messages may be understood

Chiefly among those lessons:

The conditions of things

depends upon the THINGS

in question,

themselves

Her cousin the Ocean floats a similar story in a bottle

as does his kin, the invisible and majestically roiling

wind

As he both accepts and fights

across limitless configurations

of gnashing and thrashing

Much like an organism

buffeted violently

by

the seen and unseen things of the cosmos

All pointing toward one

viable conclusion:

This Universe is vast,

seductive, and amazing

So, Get down on your knees

or stand up

and start praising

It really doesn’t matter

So long as you can

see

That universe lives.

Its chest cavities heave

and it does all of the things we, ourselves, can do

here and now

I believe

This strange figure

even speaks up and dreams

new ideas

via combinations: most clever

(or persistent,

at the very least)

How much like ourselves!?!?!

The universe lives

and it breathes unseen air

and it asks for nothing

but our acceptance

of the things that are there

Acceptance

Along this forever place

of what we may encounter

When counted, sorted,

and 

Tallied

Endless mountains, endless valleys

Though we do walk through uncharted chasms

they’re not so scary

like the creepy shadows, cast upon a window

outside of a child’s birthday party

already set in motion

tis only a commotion

The fear we perceive

is very often a mask

we must believe in

as most surely,

is that eternal

birthday party;

on that Eternal weekend

Oh, the luxuries I did just enjoy

Or the freedoms I did there employ

To have pondered such whimsical nonsense, at all

and to not be one of those, swept up

by the gnashing teeth in the ocean

or the sudden and urgent whims

of the wind’s mighty gales

ravaging across, the sleeping lands of our earth

undeterred 

Filling sails

Like so many of us

in this panoramic, lush and dangerous world

I get to choose what kind of masks I wear today

Some are not so lucky

at all

As I am

As we are

I need to remember:

Be Mindful

When I was younger

When I was younger

by dan ankers

When I was younger

an infant in worldly time

I was so sure

so full of pride

I saw myself

and my opinions

as set in stone

Of great dominion

overall

though my precocious view

was very small

Even as, time after time

I was proved wrong

Evidence was brushed aside

like snowflakes on my naive, earthen visor

I was like a youthful miser

Now I’m older

and what I’ve seen

is enough to make

my consciousness

green

Fertile

and

Youthful again

Only this time

I let them in

Those distant facts

too hard to reach

I work for them

so I can teach

my simple self

to live again

Every single day

an

Always renewed;

Always Astonished

Eternal dude

The Credit

The Credit

by dan ankers

He or she who knows

does often not disclose

their worldly knowledges

to those who would contend

and not for reasons shown

they often go unknown

though guide they often do

and know a thing or two

but kings and queens need credit

where humbler hearts decline

a place there in the spotlight

for it is not as kind

as to use a subtler message

to achieve the same results

while know-it-alls stir like buzzing bees

to capture every drop

of credit falling from the trees

and seek to drink it up

once collected in their golden chalices

whilst seated upon their gilded thrones

and poach it all for their greedy little selves

like avaricious, sneaky elves

I think

I think

by dan ankers

To think we are not so much different

is a beautiful thought

to believe

as I do

(like a beam of the rising sun

which contains all of time

and space)

that the same beauty which makes a rainbow

or the myriad of plants, and fruits

and colors of human skin

That same beauty holds a secret

that some may never find

but it exists, nonetheless

trapped within

for us to

find

Brand New Heroes

Brand New Heroes by dan ankers The heroes of our distinctive pasts were often born out of race and the morals and habits of bygone times; places where certain peoples collected en masse and rose to prominences; prime Alas a shining new era of humankind is upon us one where all the earth may finally unite beneath a single tree of blazing wisdom One not beholden to any particular group or to the color of one single race’s shade of hide I exhort to you that we choose some brand new champions ones which do not exclude or polarize never forgetting the great figures of our respective histories but electing fresh and living souls to usher in some brighter climes New people are being born in forever droves and new heroes spawn betwixt us right before our very eyes So, I say we start extolling their many virtues and let our pasts be our pasts and Let, from these flocks our wonderful future and it’s simplistic rules ARISE I am not so naive a man as to think this process will be simple but a worthy one it is; as we all must vie To make sure that smiles of children and freedoms and prosperity to all become the standards of our times And to never forget the road that’s gone behind