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My Muse

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My Muse, Yea, She Rides Shotgun.  Not Offering Penny's Worth of Smoke Nor A Thimbles Full Of Drink Inconsiderate Of The Time or Place That Bitch She Rides She Climbs Up,  From The Back Seat Like A Stalker After Midnight. Her Dagger In My Throat Her 45 At My Temple Persistent, That Bitch She Rides.   My Muse She Rides Shot Gun At Times... That Bitch Precocious and Innocent. How She Approaches? In The Sparkle Of A Single Horned Horse A Duet With The Devil My Muse Knows She's My Addiction My Affliction For Words of Nonsense and Rhyme I Try To Hide In The Oblivious Inadequate Guise Of A Human, But... That Bitch She Finds Me My Muse That Bitch She Rides ~Dannie~
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Shedding My Skin, Again

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You would think that with all the free time I have had over the last 3-4 years, I would have accomplished more writing. Nope. The never-ending story of nothing. Is my mind too numb, was my emotional chaos my muse? Or did I just empty myself so completely that the light and dark have nowwhere to hide. So many things inside have changed. The darkness has faded to dawn. The light faded into dusk. Something going. And something coming. At least the background colors are pretty. Has the anxiety and depression gone into remission, to have no meaningful seranade. But those things mean something, even if it not the forefront of my poetic escapades. My Muse, no longer rides shot gun. Or she is nomming on a cheese burger somewhere. I miss her. The place I prefer to be, one foot on earth in the consistent affirmatity and the other in ethereal infinity. It is never gray there. The colors are the ones you usually see. You know exactly what they are and the constant possiblity. Then there
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Choices, Matters Not

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Sometimes I get tired of this ride.. that choice, What I was given had been the decision... The emptiness... The darkness... The Plague, The Succubus or Incubus Matters not, either way someones blood will flow It was seen and I was not impressed,  When the time came with a twist and a turn... Matter of seconds...melt down Then I remember I am the driver not the hitchhiker..The time will come, it always does Carry On ..Curiosity may have killed the cat but it has its thrills. Which one?  Matters not, either way some flesh will be torn. The Quest Will Be Mine Decapitation of your mind,your ego, your life oozing from hand and my Sword.. You made your choice, matters not The Quest Will Be Mine Grab your kaleidoscope and giddy up. Vel-Danielle Gambrell
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His Love

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I Saw A Man Standing In Darkness,  I Saw His Light I Saw His Strength  I Saw His Wisdom I Saw His Love This Man, He Exited His Coach I Saw His Armor Felt His Light Felt His Strength  I Heard His Wisdom Most of All I Felt, His Love This Same Man He Needed His Darkened Armor  To Protected His Light,  As So He Needed His Strength and Wisdom,  To Protect His Love He Knew Not What His Love Was  'Til He Met My Darkness  'Til He Saw My Light He Knew Nothing Of My Strength Nor My Wisdom  He Did Not Know That I Was His Divine Guardian,  He Did Not Know I Would I Protect His Love  Using My Wisdom and My Strength He Did Not Know I Would Teach Him,  His Gifts Are The Same As Mine  ( this was my lesson as much as it was his) I Felt His Fear, His Uncertainty,  He Ran,  He Cloaked In The Guise of A Barbarian  Not Because He Was A Coward, (very much the warrior) Uncertainty and Fear He Cl
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Asking

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My Personal Collection*  The Mississippi River* Hwy 73 &  River Road I asked for my dreams to arrive by river today. I asked for my dreams to come quickly by sea. I asked for my ship to take me away... Away to Infinity Away to the night time sky Sliding and Gliding,  Star to Star Leaving behind foot prints of star dust                                                  Dancing Dancing through the Milky Way It would be a rivers sunset kind of kiss. The downy feathery warmth wrapped around me. I asked for my dreams to arrive by river today. I asked for my dreams to come quickly by sea. I asked for my ship to take me away...     
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No more fighting No more playing No more breathing I have tried to understand the phenoix I no longer see the point Dying to die again.. There is no purpose in pain anymore Numbing is but an option Heartache at every door
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Full Circle

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Voluminous  Containment, A Luminous Goo Inflated Vortex of Joy, Love and Hope  Floating, Floating  Infantile & Childlike  Your Purpose Greater Than Prose  Illuminating Simplicity Contradictory Imaginary Transcendence Continuous Levitation An Unending Transgression The Pressure Is Heavier and Thicker Floating, Floating .....Then....                Compression Compression 5, 4, 3, 2,1  A  Torrent of Fragmentized Iridescence The Glitter of a Unicorn Sneeze  ....And The Emotional Absolution of Fantasia....  ...You Rise Up As a Phoenix...  -Hell Bent Determination- It Is the Crude Determination of a Calloused Randy Hand, Intent of Silken Seduction It Has Been Life...  ....The Prelude of Being The Transcendence of Light Introspection of The Mind ....The Ascending Self..... ....The Abundance of Knowledge....
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Disappearing

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Today I Stopped  I Disappeared... Every Day, Every Second... I Absorb Your Thoughts, Your Feelings. Sometimes It Is Too Much and I Have To Escape.   I Do Not Have Many Places To Go and Much Has Been On My Mind.   I Usually Hide In My Thoughts, Lately It Has Not Been Enough  Those Who Know, Know  I Do Not Stop...  I Stopped...  For A brief  Watched Ducks and Geese and Doves and Pelicans and Some Other Large Fucking Bird...  I Watched Leaves Float on the Wind and Water...  I Dreamt with My Eyes  I Dreamt with My Heart  I Dreamt with My Spirit There Are No Words to Describe What I Felt  I Will Never Disclose What I Saw...  Just Know That It Was Beautiful  I Had My Day Dreams to Myself   I Stopped  I Disappeared  Those Things on My Mind....Gone
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