Small Steps in LA

Each step is visual memory, a compulsion of the past; each step makes sure her sensory of Belial does not last. Steps she counts in sixes, numbers scored by a test, circles of obsession, a preventive with no rest.

She finds herself in and out of the City of the Angels, the warmness invites her at times it makes her freeze. There is never a springtime in Southern California; the many tons of concrete keep season’s barren seed. The shadows they move from one cloud to another, looking for altars on the ground below. Dry lightning strikes when it has smelled an ion, rising or falling but when it dies, how cold. Hold up your head and see those red-eyed angels, when in despair they hold an even glow. Preachers mope about looking for heaven, when dusk arrives; they will paint the pavement, with anything they you want to believe. Nothing stills like the flesh of temptation, pierced and ready a Christian deceived.

She holds herself in a heavy sweater; her arms covered though it is one hundred and nine degrees. What was there is gone behind her, it is a daemon, that will never leave. Did he press you, subtly hold you, and exhale without breath when you would breathe? No doubt, he is willing to wait for you here in LA, where life’s monsters breed. So she thinks about what is opportunity, for a thirty-eight year old with a past of mental disease. While overhead, the red-eyed angels grin and whisper obsession is your need. Another day she will take an Uber may be go down to the beach, but for now, she stands near Hollywood, scratching at something only she sees.

Perhaps she finds the time going quickly, much faster as she has aged, for in the twinkling as the lights come on, she is alone in west LA. The sky above her tilts it’s features, and the clouds looks darker still, and the coastal demons are falling, none the less she will do what she will. On an empty corner in darkness, near an old house in decay, she loses her thick sweater, and her arms they lift in grace.

And the G-Ds they love her madness, and they bend to kiss her scars, from a lifetime of insanity to find out just what they are. For the queen of random tragedy is dancing in near dark. In a truth, she floats with angels, in the steps of her inner flame, for she counts off all the numbers that make the matrix of G-Ds true name. It is a rapture of pure essence, a hypothesis not known, that sends her beauty to the heavens, to escape the asylum where she has grown, in LA. – 04.04.2018 – דָּנִיֵּאל

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72 thoughts on “Small Steps in LA

  1. You are on a roll this week Daniel. Small steps in my opinion might be one of your best this year. Mental illness in this land is very much overlooked and over talked. You have done the subject matter a great kindness with your post.

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  2. Dear Daniel, I agree with Ryan, this truly is one of your best works. I know I say that often, but there is something woven into your words, that speaks to the tragedy of mental illness, and yet it’s genius in the design of the human mind. For now this is a new favorite. 😉 ❤ Ruby

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      • I thought there might be something to the theme, thank you for letting me know. I hope you will write more on this subject matter in the future, and once again thank you for this wonderful post!

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  3. I had to comment on this wonderful post Daniel. Having a family member who suffers from OCD and dances as a part of her therapy I could relate with much of this post as I am sure she will when I show it to her. As always you have a unique way of presenting something, that leaves the readers mind asking for for. Thank you.

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    • Your comment is wonderful to me Dallas, and I appreciate you sharing with me. I very much hope your family member likes the post. I so admire them for the courage they have in dealing with their disability, perhaps to them it is not a disability.

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      • Spot on with that comment Daniel, they refuse to see it as a disability as does the rest of the family. As an aside she loves your post! 😉

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  4. No one tells a story in rhyme like you do. I am convinced you live the life of each of your characters at least in spirit. Well done Daniel!

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  5. Each word was amazing Daniel. I got chills from reading this wonder piece, and the following words were immortal! “And the G-Ds they love her madness, and they blend to kiss her scars, from a lifetime of insanity to find out just what they are. For the queen of random tragedy is dancing in near dark. In a truth, she floats with angels, in the steps of her inner flame, for she counts off all the numbers that make the matrix of G-Ds true name. ” ❤

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  6. This was powerful and so well done. I agree with those complimenting your abilities to hit a story with rhyme, no one does it better.

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  7. This is so unique and well written, I love the scene you set and the way you present the obsessions and compulsions the character deals with. I enjoyed it very much, and the combination of “Tiny Dancer” made for a great package. ❤ ❤ ❤

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    • Thank you Caroline. I appreciate your kind comment. OCD is a horrible misunderstood neurological disorder, and I was happy that so many got the point that the character deals with this mental tragedy. I love the song Tiny Dancer.

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  8. I am astonished by this Daniel, however after all this time, the hundreds of post you have penned. I really should not be. I love the LA theme, and in particular the main character that keeps appearing. Would I be wrong to assume it is the same character, dealing with hallucinations? So well written, it is a pleasure to read. ❤

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  9. “Small steps in LA” is wonderful, and sad at the same time. We have made so many advances with modern medicine, but unfortunately mental illness and its treatment remains in the dark ages.

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      • My pleasure Daniel, the statistics for depression alone are staggering, even I have my bouts now and then, still it is not something family members and friends care to discuss. It ends up being discussed with n “Ug” professional. 😉

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  10. Brother, you are on fire this week, and I am astonished at your ability to go from one end of the spectrum of writing to the other. I was reading down through the comments and someone mentioned how your characters seem to be a part of a life you live, or know. That does seem true in the majority of what you write, and it is why I am always so amazed by your words. Thank you for letting me be a part of this and all your conversations through the written word. Shalom, Den

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    • My dear brother, thank you for your comment. I might be involved with the characters, I usually think I am at least. For me it’s like a trance, thinking what the person sees and feels, and yes sometimes actually feeling it as I write. I hadn’t thought about it before now in this way. Thank you Dennis. Shalom, Daniel

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  11. This is beautiful Daniel, my favorite line is as follows, “And the G-Ds they love her madness, and they blend to kiss her scars, from a lifetime of insanity to find out just what they are.”. What a magical piece. ❤

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  12. Daniel you set a perfect mood for this small story in rhyme, and I was hooked in right away. Your subtle references to the characters mental illness puts her as a heroine, beloved of GD, exactly where she belongs to be. ❤

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  13. Seamstress for the band…. that was me before the TV and movies I designed the costumes for. My sisters always said this song was about me. This video is an interesting take.
    Your poem hits me to third base. The song takes me home.
    A top-notch poem and music presentation. TY, Daniel!

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  14. You have a number of great lines in this beautiful piece, and the song and video you chose to go with it is an amazing fit. I love your writing, every post is different!

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  15. Amazing poem Daniel, and although I have lived in Los Angeles my entire life, today you made me see it a little differently, look at the people that walk and drive it’s late night streets with a better perspective. Thank you. ❤

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