Traffic

"Forget the screeching

and come to a hault

I'm sick of your games

and tired of your whims

and fancies or so called

"Ideas"

Selfish? perhaps I am

so what?

then would you love me

more or less if I

were not I?

excuses...you know

Never mind, my friend

In the end you will

witness my vindication,"

he says

before the fall...

Whisper (until the flame inside melts the castle of ice)

I ignite inside and
suddenly something
is consumed

It feels as if I have
always known
but I have lost

Did I hope for
success where it
can only be earned?

I am frozen in pain
of the realization
a flame encased
in the ice newly formed

How? why? because
of me it is
how it is

but it can change...
Right...?
maybe.

Isn't that better
than a no?
Why am I discontent
when it is my
doing anyway?

I can't wait
I can't wait
I can't
I can't
I can't
I can't
I can't
I can't
I can't...

succeed
overcome
win
climb
hold
stand
feel
...
heal...

- Daniel Z. Garrett -

The Cliche

The fur flies
across the sea of
seemingly endless
space

Only for it all
to be for naught
as like karma

Man's best friend
comes back again

empty-handed

Silly discussions
these debates
I ignore
Should I intercede?
I think I know better...
Yet that is why you argue
So to argue proves you right
and to keep silence
is the only way to "win"?!
somehow this seems wrong
But what other option
is there?

"That is so wrong!"
i scream inside
peace overwhelms
From an unknown source
God?
Forgive me
I pray
The bickering continues
outside
"There is no one like our God..."

The song grabs every fiber
as I try to write
I reluctantly type
now
Joyful undercurrents
swell
in
...me...



...daniel