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Derek D. D'Anna
http://derekdanna.purpledream.com
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We Bend
03/25/04 |
We poets who set our pens to paper to muse
Are often unable to sufficiently fuse
The way we perceive our world to be
With the true condition of reality.
For we poets often see angels where mere mortals are,
And we gaze upon beautiful eyes and envision stars.
As children stare at clouds and see things that are not real,
We watch as our world slowly transforms into what we feel.
Our words have purpose because they open the eyes
Of those too close-minded to see past the world's lies
Because we believe that just because this is reality,
It does not mean that it will always have to be.
For just one moment in time we are able to pretend
That our future can change into the present we bend,
And though truth is truth apart from relativity,
We hope that life as we know it is only temporary.
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A Vampire's Love
03/09/04 |
For centuries, he has roamed this land
For one who would understand
And accept the creature he's become
'Twixt the setting and rising sun.
With blood, he must quench his thirst,
And for all eternity, he is curst
To walk alone on this hollow earth
Without a purpose, without worth.
Yet bloodlust is not his only desire
For only one could feed his fire,
And she, not a creature of the night,
Lives her life in the land of light.
He could bring her to the night,
But thus, he would destroy her light
And take from her that which he loves.
Though it means he can't be part of
The life she lives while he does rest,
He knows this way he'll love her best-
No matter that he can't be near
When the sun is also there.
So when she sleeps, he draws near
If only to say he is still there
Wishing things weren't as they were,
But he can't deny his love for her.
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Illusions Of Angels
04/24/04 |
Would that I could but hear the angels sing,
Or glimpse for an instant their feathered wings.
For such illusions, if I could perceive,
Would give me faith, so I could believe
That there's something outside of me
Directing my life with divinity.
For luck is naught but happenstance,
And life only a matter of circumstance.
Situations out of our control
Leave us feeling less than whole,
And when left to our own devices,
All too often, we're found in crisis.
Still there's a chance we're not alone,
As each of us, may, an angel own,
And though we want that they be shown,
So that there presence could be known,
We cling to things we hope are true
To give us strength to make it through.
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False Dreams
05/10/04 |
In the wee hours of the morning while the sun is still down,
And the moon is slowly rising in its pale faded gown-
While the dark shadows inside my eyelids are all that I can see,
And the visions that I glimpse have nothing to do with reality,
I see you in my dreams. Though I know they aren't true,
I hope against all hope that you are dreaming of me too.
When the sun rises with its brilliance, warmth and light,
And the moon disappears to bring some distant land its night-
As the vision start to fade along with the morning dew,
I vainly try to believe the dream that, frankly, is not true.
Then, I realize that I haven't seen your face in so long,
And I weep at the reality: my dream was completely wrong.
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Write Over
06/23/04 |
Burn the bridges
Between the ridges
Of what used to be
And your destiny.
Learn the lesson taught
By what today brought,
And with the setting sun,
Let your day be done.
You can't go back and change
Erase or rearrange
The order of the chaos gone,
So write it over with the dawn.
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