Vapours


“I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself”. – Warson Shire

Nay maybe it is something else, a trait of narcissistic crust, from one who gloats about one’s shame. That ascribes a greater tone to pain. Aghast the pleasure of the life that is feral, the difference that shocks, is hidden in your veins. Come out, come out, awake unto life, faint not at her kisses, it is not a vice. It is not a vice.

Consume, consume a fire of dark, a midnight black that swoons the heart, come cup, come up from salt tilled soil, a highway from the sin that coils. That dearth of time when all is gone the cutting starts, to feel at all. A stranger’s mask, not strange no more, from your own mirror, the ides do fall. For on to air, for on to sea, this road this path has no reprieve. For light has come and went by fast, obsessed with grief you let it pass. This is my all you sometimes cry, like a town crier whose tongue is tied. For ribbons black they fall all too fast, you bind your arm with them, as if to fast.

Reach in, reach out, no grasp is left, of where to drive no known by pass. Into the years of bitterness, where all is false remembrance. For death to you, is death as known, from day to day, it is known as home. To brood and spite for losses lost, to expect your soul is at a cost. To hide in shadows by gray walls, to say with no tears you gave it all. To just one person, just one cause, alas the wearisome of it all, be still thy eardrums, they hear not at all. A tiresome gloomy loss does call the hand so limp will not pick up at all.

I would but try to ask you to breathe, to feel the purpose of which you believe, but alas, you feign, the weight of it all. The body not willing the spirit does fall.

Drop gracefully then or drop not at all.

Nay maybe it is something else, a trait of narcissistic crust, from one who gloats about one’s shame. That ascribes a greater tone to pain. Aghast the pleasure of the life that is feral, the difference that shocks, is hidden in your veins. Come out, come out, awake unto life, faint not at her kisses, it is not a vice. It is not a vice. – 07.07.0218 – דָּנִיֵּאל

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42 thoughts on “Vapours

  1. Dear Daniel, a masterpiece, you are writing to the rawness of so many souls. My favorite line by far, “Drop gracefully then or drop not at all.” I forever could not say enough about this piece. Wonderfully scripted. ❤ Ruby

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  2. This was deep Daniel, so many lines to ponder, the point being not to be stuck in darkness. I loved th ending line. “Come out, come out, awake unto life, faint not her kisses, it is not a vice. It is not a vice. ” Repeating “it is not a vice. was very powerful. I am in awe. ❤

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  3. This is gripping Daniel, a tale from darkness, a final asking for someone to accept the light of life. “A Fine Frenzy” was the perfect artist to match with your fabulous prose. As I always am, “amazed!!! ❤ ❤ ❤

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  4. Daniel you have written words of great weight before, but none as challenging as these. The asking to give up the narcissism that is involved in self loathing and come into the light, is the greatest challenge. Well written my friend.

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  5. This had me reading and nearly in tears. It hit close to home, a little too close. My favorite line for many reasons known only to me. “I would but try to ask you to breathe, to feel the purpose of which you believe, but alas, you feign, the weight of it all. The body not willing the spirit does fall.” Thank you. ❤

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  6. The following is how I feel, how did you know? “To hide in shadows by gray walls, to say with no tears you gave it all. To just one person, just one cause, alas the wearisome of it all, be still thy eardrums, they hear not at all. A tiresome gloomy loss does call the hand so limp will not pick up at all.” I love the ending it gives me hope. Light always light. Thank you. 💛 ❤

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  7. I have come to expect this quality of writing from you Daniel, and “Vapours” is no exception. The human struggle against depression and darkness is often overwhelming. I know from my own personal experience. Thank you for highlighting the way out. ❤

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