TIDES

Aaron Daniel Writes

You are my sweet muscovado
Perfectly unrefined
Resurrecting my mind from states of martyrdom
I listen to your music amongst the songbirds
Natures orchestral sound
Through your wisdom I am set to freedom

I dance with the symphony of your scent in the wind
Your grand opus never muted
Forcing the life of my heart to contract
Fervently beating aloud
Proving after pain endured,
it is still in tact

Providing me with my own context in how you relate to my soul
Respecting the uniqueness of our connection
Never resentful, comparing me to others that may have been before
Embracing my perfect imperfections
Epitomes of true acceptance

I gaze out on the waves of your waters
Feet covered under the warm blanket of your tide
I am furnished with a deep gratitude as you wash over me
I wholly accept your divine invitation
With you I shall abide

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CLIMATE CHANGE

Aaron Daniel Writes

Look at her
The grey
Skies decorated with a plethora of tempestuous clouds
full of disconsolate tears falling as rain droplets
the melancholy display of her pain, amid the mist of years of broken vows

Her misery is accompanied by the discords of blustery winds
I can hear her impestously howling and tapping against the transparency of my lunnette windows Yet I choose to remain resolute
Bold
Standing with staunch refusal to again let in an inhospitable cold

I await dispassionately
Instead forecasting the inevitable change of her seasonal moods
For even years of wild storms are proceeded by a rainbow
Bridges to cherished treasure troves of truth absolute

Where skies are clement and clear
For here exists indubitable warmth
No residues of the once inescapable rain
Completion of a journey to the side where the weather is right
The unabridged beauty of climate change

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NYCTOPHILIA (The night)

The night

Aaron Daniel Writes

Call me a nyctophiliac
I cordially embrace the darkness of your magical night
A silken blanket of blackness
Urging the veiled stars to emerge so bright
Beauty personifies your truth
With a natural ease you make the child in my soul smile
Enslaved by your cherubic attributes
Lionhearted
Strength of a beast yet you manage to tame my wild
Diligently following your direction
The instructions inscribed across your skies
Just to be within your divine presence, is to know what it is not simply to breath,
But to feel alive

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DYING (Do Not Mourn Me)

Dying

Aaron Daniel Writes

When I die
I shall haunt the enchanted woods
Long will I have left my unoccupied body
to the earth
I will voyage upon streams of wind alongside the cherubs
Celebrating the eternal joys of my rebirth
I shall charm generations of tulip trees
and dance over the brambles with whimsical feet
An endless absence though it may seem
Most certainly again we shall one day meet
So when I die, please do not mourn me
For I have not ventured into some lesser thing
Though you may miss me, do not feel sorry
My soul had simply outworn this body
I shall remain forever lulled into a rapturous dream

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PAPER CUTS (Diary)

Her love was like a paper cut
Sharp, full of pain and hardly seen
Yet she would scribble the affliction of her heart onto me with blunt lead and ink
And I would absorb gladly, as if I were empty pages in her secret diary
First and last time in my life a paper and pen have been less to me than a friend
END…….

NYCTOPHILIA (The night)

Call me a nyctophiliac
I cordially embrace the darkness of your magical night
A silken blanket of blackness
Urging the veiled stars to emerge so bright
Beauty personifies your truth
With a natural ease you make the child in my soul smile
Enslaved by your cherubic attributes
Lionhearted
Strength of a beast yet you manage to tame my wild
Diligently following your direction
The instructions inscribed across your skies
Just to be within your divine presence, is to know what it is not simply to breath,
But to feel alive

DYING (Do Not Mourn Me)

When I die
I shall haunt the enchanted woods
Long will I have left my unoccupied body
to the earth
I will voyage upon streams of wind alongside the cherubs
Celebrating the eternal joys of my rebirth
I shall charm generations of tulip trees
and dance over the brambles with whimsical feet
An endless absence though it may seem
Most certainly again we shall one day meet
So when I die, please do not mourn me
For I have not ventured into some lesser thing
Though you may miss me, do not feel sorry
My soul had simply outworn this body
I shall remain forever lulled into a rapturous dream

CLIMATE CHANGE

Look at her
The grey
Skies decorated with a plethora of tempestuous clouds
full of disconsolate tears falling as rain droplets
the melancholy display of her pain, amid the mist of years of broken vows

Her misery is accompanied by the discords of blustery winds
I can hear her impestously howling and tapping against the transparency of my lunnette windows Yet I choose to remain resolute
Bold
Standing with staunch refusal to again let in an inhospitable cold

I await dispassionately
Instead forecasting the inevitable change of her seasonal moods
For even years of wild storms are proceeded by a rainbow
Bridges to cherished treasure troves of truth absolute

Where skies are clement and clear
For here exists indubitable warmth
No residues of the once inescapable rain
Completion of a journey to the side where the weather is right
The unabridged beauty of climate change

MURALS

She was the epitome of tease
In attempts to get her back I would play on the join of her shoulders and neck with my chocolate lips and the curl of my tongue
A consecution of caramel collarbone kisses
Pulsating rhythms of her favourite slow song

Lusting after the thrusts of a deep connection
And according to her blueprint, I am to be the joining link in her lovers chain
Swathed in the silken web of a black widow spider
And to her virulent bite I had fallen prey

The enthralling art of feline seduction
A lioness inciting me to read her craving thoughts
Instructions of insert here
The changeable speeds as I stroke through the gears
An exhibition of contorted shadows displayed upon the poetic pulchritude of muraled walls

THE COLD (Wintertide)

A sanguine summer is fine
Amid modulation of birds, the warm glow of seemingly perpetual sunshine
and the merriment of red wine
But
Will you be there to help me keep us warm in wintertide
Amid the snow and rainfall
When it is cold and dark outside
When things become slippery
Will you hibernate and hide
Turn your back and flee
Imprudently display all your inconsistency
If to you this has the sound of deep intensity
T’is best to keep away from me
For my heart is truly precious
With it I shall not accept complacency
For this may only lead to a bitterness, of that which is certainly sweet
I enjoy simplicity
And never have I been one to suffer fools gladly
If my words induce a trembling of the knees
Then let us not engage in the futility of empty formalities
I am yet to discover how to live outside of times paradox
Therefore seconds are more than precious to me
See if love to you seems too abstruse
If with braille still you are unable to see the truth
This meeting in the end is inconsequential
Thereupon my soul could never belong to you