I am Dave: a complex but simple soul, who is extremely spiritual, though not religious. Nature is my first love, my muse. Writing is my therapy, giving me freedom to express myself in many ways, while allowing others inside glimpses, I generally hide from the public eye. The darker side of my past and present, things that have shaped the unique being that I am.I am a work in progress, trying each day to become a better person, husband, father, grand father, brother and friend.A person of integrity, who believes in treating others as I would like to be treated, until they give me reason to treat them differently.In short a curious, bent, twisted, tarnished silly old man, who has lived mostly a good life, and still searches for answers to many unanswered questions. A man who tries to see and bring out the best in others, by giving smiles and hugs as I try to make them feel better about themselves and the situations they find themselves in.The only thing I know for certain; Change is the only constant in our universe.Ask, if I have left anything out that you wish to know?Enjoy all of the blessings the universe grants you, as you take this journey called life. and
If there were no love in the world Would we all erect a dwelling Sound proofing it's walls Deadening the music Maybe furnishing it with darkened rooms Lined with tarnished fixtures So bleeding hearts can blend and disappear unnoticed A place where fresh scars cannot be seen A refuge where agonizing screams are silenced outwardly On the outside showing a facade resembling paradise ...
Added 05 Apr 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 756 | 5 Comments
In that other universe, we are the lucky ones. In that other universe, we have finally made it. In that other universe, we never experienced what we experienced here. Life never weathered or hardened us the way it did, it never dug into the depths of our souls, it never perforated our hearts. In that other universe, we didn’t associate love with leaving. In that other universe, we always...
Added 25 Mar 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 877 | 5 Comments
Every raindrop from the sky touching this desiccated earth. Brings fresh verve, causing a sigh. Damping a place, so flowers grow. Like every teardrop from her eye, touches this bruised parched heart. Sowing seeds to make her garden grow never meaning to cause a painful tear. Wishing only laughter makes her cry, and fetches beauty to embrace her soul. Creating joy to behold in a rainbow...
Added 16 Mar 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 819 | 5 Comments
As a young man, oh yes I remember. I was so full of vigor. I was fit tall and slender. Life before me seemed so much bigger. As an old man, I sometimes live inside my past. I look back on that I dreamed. Time has slipped by far to fast. Life is more predetermined than it seemed. ...
Added 15 Mar 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 816 | 5 Comments
Everything society finds to be rational, is simply a revelation, or an interpretation of another's expressions, or beliefs. To be true to one's self, one has to look deep inside. Not hide real feelings and our way of life. By accepting the interpretations of others, as truth for anyone but the interpreter. We each know what is correct for us. We each feel in different ways. What is spot on...
Added 27 Feb 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 790 | 6 Comments
Laying in my bed exploring a dream, In my own reality worlds, I can soar like a glider, walk through a wall, Or seduce some beautiful girls. I am a deity in my perceptual state; These hallucinations are mine. I am free; I can be whatever I want; I become my only divine. There is nothing to limit, save for myself, My imagination and thought. This is liberty at its farthest extreme; I can...
Added 26 Jan 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 915 | 6 Comments
There is an infinitesimal line between love and hate. Sacred dreaming, and restless sleeping. The kinds of things that keep you thinking. First hint of day glows through the blind or window shade. When eyelids open, they again open to this world of hostilities. Sometimes this never-ending place, filled with tragedy... ...makes anyone want to die in the battle. Walking outside, I...
Added 18 Jan 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 810 | 6 Comments
Falling into a gaping fissure, darkness swallows me up. Why can't it be Alice's rabbit hole? Her underworld full of wonders, overflowing with psychedelic shrooms, hookah-smoking caterpillars and white rabbit. Not just past memories, devoid of any color, filled with sharp pain and scars. A place void of moonbeams, no sunsets, sunrises or rainbows. No rose petals grace...
Added 06 Dec 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 955 | 7 Comments
LOVE puts the music in laughter, the rhythm in a song, the warmth in a shoulder, the gentle in strong... LOVE puts the beauty in blue, the pink in a cloud, the cheer in voices, the smiles in a crowd... LOVE puts the fun in together, the sadness in apart, the hope in tomorrow, the joy in ones heart... LOVE puts the magic in memories, the sunshine in skies, the content in...
Added 02 Dec 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 15 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,214 | 13 Comments
Venture back into the past I do. Times long ago, I can't undo. Back in time when I was a kid. Eons have past, heaven forbid. Places that I have visited before. Spaces not wanting to re-explore. Bruises, scars, some are painful. Matter of fact, many be baneful. Asking myself from time to time. How can I ever undo the crime? Guilty feeling passed onto me, For things I never asked...
Added 22 Nov 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 965 | 11 Comments
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