Glam


“I always had the repulsive need to be something more than human”. – David Bowie

Isn’t it time, you stopped looking through the eyes, where you can’t see, tore that mask, that hides your beauty, let your love be glam and free!

Upon a night, such as this one, when the dragon came to me. Opened its own mysteries, and it said its time to see. That the way you identify a problem is the issue you can’t see, for the answers in the glitter of what you want to be. All my life I’ve heard voices, from both inside and outside of me. Each with their own hypnotic trances, order and in tranquility, order, based on my consumption of what they would have me be. But tonight, while there is something, that flies backwards across the moon, I will take a small discretion, and my mask will slip into its eternity.

This old world has maps and orders, closet trans genders in board rooms, good people who die for a little money, that prostitutes them to their doom, behind each mask there is a glory, a rhyme that has a truth or two, and now the devils in the details, but my real face is coming through. I say hello Mr. Bolan, Alice Cooper, eyeliner darker than most, Ziggy Stardust up in heaven, whose moves G_D loves the most. Those who say you’re just hiding are the ones who just are never free. Isn’t it time you loved your beauty, fly the dragon, unmask with me.

Ever since I was a little boy there’s been something wanting to escape me. What a joy it was to discover, it was the death mask that I could not see. For the artist that rest upon you is not a candle, a small flame that most can’t see, it’s a wild fire surging, most times uncontrollably. In glam I write a wild fervor, that comes and takes your soul, isn’t it time you came to truth and let yourself go!

Isn’t it time, you stopped looking through the eyes, where you can’t see, tore that mask, that hides your beauty, let your love be glam and free!

For keeping a promise to Mr. Waite, whom I admire his glam the most! – 07.07.2017 – דָּנִיֵּאל

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50 thoughts on “Glam

  1. Daniel, this was such incredible writing, and the following line was incredible. “What a joy it was to discover, it was the death mask that I could not see.” This piece offered so much in its deeper meanings.

  2. “Ever since I was a little boy there’s been something wanting to escape me. What a joy it was to discover, it was the death mask that I could not see. For the artist that rest upon you is not a candle, a small flame that most can’t see, it’s a wild fire surging, most times uncontrollably. In glam I write a wild fervor, that comes and takes your soul, isn’t it time you came to truth and let yourself go!”

  3. May I say, well I guess I will say, this is like a coming out post, “Glam” and all it’s wonder. It’s certainly icing on the cake that you know rock stars. 🙂 I really dig this one Daniel! ❤

  4. Hi Daniel, this is a lovely tribute to Glam and the unmasked self that’s not afraid to see. Brilliantly pulled together with amazing imagery and wonderful metaphors. As always your words have taken me on a journey, the thought I’m holding on to is, we should all be so lucky to fly the dragon. Please have a wonderful afternoon. ~ Mia

    • Hi Mia, As always thank you for your kind words on my ramblings. The period of music and time, I have so much respect for, even if some of it I didn’t think was the best quality music, the expression of the artist to show what they were inside, unabashed, was wonderful. I like to think this is what I see in your work, and it is, incredible unabashed art, a little grunge, but in my eyes it’s GLAM! Shabbat Shalom Daniel

      • Daniel, you’re most welcome. As you said it was a time to be unabashed. Thank you for your kindness, I delighted that you see some GLAM in my efforts. ~ Mia

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