The True Devil
by dan ankers
The true devil manipulates, so that he can eat caviar on his plates
He slurps and smacks and mocks our fates
And he calls us all ingrates
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
The open ended question
The open ended question
by dan ankers
The open ended question that is me
Seeing these rhythms, living spiritually
In that I cannot close even one single door
I have found one rhythm though
which seems to be pure
Algorithmically secure
This key
It answers to none
of the alternate fantasy
yet it encompasses them all
masterfully
In sync with the rhythm
my composition has changed
I am always a set of more-than-numbers
yet I am all numbers
just the same
Come with me
dance beside
don’t be awkward this world is
no kind of place
to hide
The open ended set of questions which is me
Enamored of you
Enlightened and free
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Insecurity
Insecurity
by dan ankers
Every last shred of this insecurity, I wish to find
Expel it from my being
Exorcise that demon
Clear out my mind
Fear of death is not my issue
Nor is fear of life
but fear of the trivial
in the form of insecurity
has often caused me
strife
Aaaah
Damn it!
Not this
Not again!
Not these demons
Not these rags
I’m reduced to
Like I used to be
Everyday
when I was a kid
This is now not me
This is not who I am
but here I am
Apparently
Still
That man
a
little bit
now
and again
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