Uncounted

I don't ever write stuff like this, but it started with a song on my guitar, so I went with it. Uncounted
(a rare love-type of poem by me) by dan ankers Waterfalls made of sheer moonlight could never invite me in Nothing so powerful, as the softness of your skin The sum of all the rings ‘round every planet across all times A crown of thorns when competing with the halo around your mind The cravings and desires of of every wolf roaming the trees A shallow and depth-less grumbling, beside my ceaseless thirst for thee and every marriage ever joined and every battle fought and every love lost, but rekindled and all the wilds things caught and every star within the sky and all the comets cruising by and the countless cells which make the very gift that we call life None of these things has ever burned with the way I love my wife Though for now, she is unfound and even better though for with time shall not decrease, but it will surely grow And on that day as we shall be together not apart The universe will know a brand new song The earth a brand new art And hell below, a stronger flame to burn evil apart

The Fire Which Moves

The Fire Which Moves

by dan ankers

Oak tree sways by ocean's breath

the planet turns with arms to hold

Encapsulates the mirrored ball

reflections are of one, of all

Impressions left in stone

are as breaks in sinew

bone

As we're turning

 eyes behold

a mirrored ball

that never relents

churning, making fresher

masks

to cover up these elements

Figments born

out of

fear and wonder

happenstance

and miraculous

mistakes

That which moves us

disapproves us

by its very nature and name

and moving forward we overlap

with utter disgustion as our claim!

sickness is our child

So create a winged demon

a knight so charged

fulfills thy task

all because 

of a random movement

discharged

despoils the game

Spiralling Onion-Ring

Spiralling Onion-Ring

by dan ankers

Oftentimes two things drift

across this universe so vast

like the shoulder-blades of god

never touching

Questions asked

which seem disparate

pencil shavings

solar flares

drop an apple

a moon collides

with another moon

it all makes sense

within the right context

Human Being

Human Being

by dan ankers

Sign me up for all the feelings

This world unwrapped a human being

Unfurled like a ribbon, whirling through the skies

as it were

up so high

up so dangerously high

though fearless

like a cloud

no

not tethered

neither controlled, nor controlling

of or by the weather

I am substance

I am better

I am not ‘no thing’

not ever

I am Alive

I strive

I contrive

I sit and I dance

I chance

I work

I ponder

of the earth and heaven

bound

by no one

not at all

confounded yet ever enterprising

and surprising myself

very loudly

with my thoughts

I chain them

I bind them

one by

one

though I see

as they float from me…

the are me

free

The doctor is in

The doctor is in

by dan ankers

Walking, walking

on the streets by day

creeping, creeping

between them in the night

Eternal eyes

furtive ‘neath their heavy lids

unsuspecting

masses just like kids

while the walking, creeping

classes

make their ways

down much darker paths

than this simple fool

would care to say

No actions seen by light are true

No words conversed mean anything

All things done are shaded by

extra steps and double talk

Hooded masked women

and creepy crawly men

marching up sidewalks

searching for their doctors

Found easily

patrolling stealthily

between

roving helicopters

Eager, thirsty

erections-with-purpose

Seek out practitioners

in high heels, carrying purses

Easily squeezed

along their routes

like fruits, for a price

they can be nice

fixing your vice

with their juice

The medicines these docs both carry,

they vary

Though both

in some ways

serve the same purposes

taking pressure off the souls

of those who feel worthless

or just uncaring

blankly glaring

in all ways lost

ever despairing

Even the clientele

it does vary

by degrees

Shuffle along, the sheep

living till the end

complete

all the live long day

amidst the wolves

the patients and the doctors

and

the rhythms of the city streets

with

all the baggage

that we carry there

unaware or illumined by

the lanterns of the night

and the moonlight

or the sun overhead

burning mightily

before wary eyes

Either way the earth will

eat them all

the growling mouth

will swallow them up

But some...

some patients are just sicker than the

others

Some require

different kinds of doctors

Step Out

Step Out

by dan ankers

With your first step, the glass slipper on your left foot breaks

Now there is blood

Fairytales are a good to waste a night, but they didn’t work out so well when I tried to apply the logic

Step out of your fairytale nightmare escape

Step one, take the damn shoe off your goddamn

bleeding foot

Step two…

Well you can see where this is going

life is wonderful

but only

if you choose

and I must say and stress this strongly

CHOOSE

you must choose to

be a human being

to see things clearly

as they are

anger blood

anger blood

by dan ankers

I was born with different kind of fuel

been that way since I was two

actually in the womb

where I was made

chemicals and such did coalesce

filling me, an infant, with a certain type of gas

which causes often pains within my chest

enraging my soul at things which shouldn’t be

but also, often slights are all I know

and must be handled; firm but patiently

I’m thankful for the wrongs that I can’t stand

I’m thankful that I am that type of man

Overall I wish they would not exist

But if someone has to handle them

why not me?

I am that type of man

I live that type of life

It’s not a glorious one

but it’s the only one I like

and I’m glad everyone’s not like me

because butting heads is all this world would be

Intrinsic

Intrinsic

by Dan Ankers

Not to be diminished by a parcel

or a smidgen, quantifiable in some form

or another

The host of thoughts I question amass

into a one solid, shaded being

of an incalculable strength

And if you do not understand

then please read on

or don’t

It doesn’t matter

Each person’s burden is their

own

What wakes me

What plagues me at my pillow

What finds me even when

I should be aglow with a softer light

Which has been the story

since my birth, I believe

No, I am certain

(Some babies swim in a persistent

pool of agitation)

Which is of the same class and family

but in its own identity much more distinct

and yet identical, in essence

as what plagues most inquiring

minds

of the obsessive sort

The question

THE question

intrinsic to my own

Broken Wheel

Broken Wheel

by dan ankers

Harvest your Hugs

for they are the good

part of reaping

My workers ran off when

the manager was sleeping

I’m aching from the long road behind me

Smiling hurts; feels artificial

Initially I was a boy

So full of energy and hope

Now, I feel that I am a prisoner of necessity

down in the dirt; ready to die

it sounds nice

to sleep forever

that’s how tired

And yet I know

I know full and very well

There is More

My Destiny

My Destiny

by dan ankers

Volcanic eruptions

Destruction

This oven’s my existence

what is this?

Why is the whole world mad

while I’m sad

thinking about the children

7 billion people, plus a few

what do we do?

A dog lost in this metal orgy

ignore me

I’m gone

There is just no point of no return

You’re lost; you burn

no brownie points

no priest anoints

you just feel it

free wheel it

It’s a done deal

and at the last you lose your voice;

become a shadow

Unfinished 2

Unfinished 2

I told a tale of life; it wasn’t simple

I sold a bill of sale that wasn’t true

I stole a sip of wine that had a price

I pledged an oath of love I thought was due

Turns out.. Twas was not for you

Tried on so many heads but lost my own

I grew a million hearts which had no home

I bit with lions teeth which had no shine

And broke within my mouth I came to find

I’ve played so many part but yet not mine

The flowers on my gravestone

are for a man I haven’t met

My soul’s a work in progress;

I must admit

I walk along the seashore with

arms unreasonably full

of baubles I’ve collected

and

Simply because...

They looked  ”Cool”