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

i hung a pic-

i hung a pic-
ture on the wall

a glimpse of dead-
ly sins anoth-
er committed

i bleed; i bled

salvation come

- Daniel Z. Garrett -

role models

vases are emptying
beneath the visible plane
as one tries
he fails to see
them there
so
he cries
refilling the vases
unknowingly
helping another
by showing emotion

- Daniel Z. Garrett -

The Death of Poetry

Yes, this is not a poem.

- Daniel Z. Garrett -

Singing to the Air

I sing because I can
I sing because I will that I must
I sing because I like singing
I sing because I sang

I sang because I sang
I sang because no one can hear
I sang because I feel absent when doing so
I sang because I am singing

I am singing because who wouldn't?
I am singing because I hope
I am singing because I'm alive
I am singing because...

- Daniel Z. Garrett -

(Uneasy) Autumn Joys

Clicking, clicking, clicking - a rhythm beneath the noise
Reverberates
Steady heartbeats begin to race
In anticipation
How simplistic at first glance
The lives of all surrounding
Yet how much is missed
If a second glance
Is not given

A wonderful, intricate design is
Weaved
Interlacing smiles amongst
The crowd
Bounce, jump, skip and try not to fall
A child worries so little

Near perfection
Is attained

- Daniel Z. Garrett -