“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
This is a classic pure in its harshness and telling it like it is. Brilliantly composed, and speaking to depression of what depression is.
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I thank you Tellina, for your kind words. I hope I did not speak to harshly.
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Your welcome Daniel. Depression is a harsh subject matter for many. Personally I think you nailed it. 🙂
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Again I send my deepest thanks. I am never certain. 😉
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That perhaps is the mark of a great artist. The uncertainty keeps one hungry. I find that dancing as well!
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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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Thank you dear Ruby. It was a touch of sarcasm I suppose, but still I am happy it met with your approval. 😉 As always I thank you for your kind words. Daniel
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Dear Daniel, sarcasm or not it was great poetry. You never disappoint. ❤
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I felt as if I was reading the work of a 19th Century great. The wording was unbelievable in its flow. I like the hook at the end. Positive!!!
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Thank you Julie, I am humbled. I am a fan of the 19th century greats so I am actually very humbled. I always like to end positive. 🙂
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🙂 you are very welcome. 🙂
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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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Hi Lauren, thank you for your comment. I am thrilled that you found this piece to have some depth to it. It is strange in away that some would find life as a vice. Skewed thought patterns and scared spirits can do that.
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Yes they do, spend your time in darkness to long and the sun is something to be afraid of. 🙂
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Never a more true word spoken.
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This is outstanding writing, you are very gifted!
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Thank you very much Casey, I appreciate your kind compliment.
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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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Thank you Heather. I am happy you liked this. I am a great fan of A Fine Frenzy. As always I am thrilled when you comment. 😉 Shabbat Shalom!
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Your welcome, Shabbat shalom dear Daniel. ❤
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Your post was very powerful to me Daniel. Having dealt with depression for many years, I found it truthful and the ending of comfort. Thank you.
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Thank you Amelia for sharing that with me. I am happy and grateful that you found both truth and comfort in this piece.
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Your welcome, I will be back, many times! 🙂
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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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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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Outstanding prose Daniel, as someone mentioned above me, the sound of a 19th Century great, I would add the sound of a tried great.
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You constantly surprise me with the depth of what you write, as well as your diversity. This was outstanding.
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Thank you my brother 🙏😢
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And do not worry about any harshness, Daniel, none of us can see clearly enough, and yet by Grace we do, enough to be praying for each other’s best. God bless you my brother 🙂
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All is really well and people need you. Feel free to delete my comments here and ALWAYS feel my gratitude.
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Would never think of deleting one of your well meaning comments Leon. Always wonderful to hear from you my brother.
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Hugs for all your inner work to let some pruning and strengthening be offered.
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Fantastic Daniel, you have touched me greatly with your wonderful words. Shalom, Den
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This was incredible, I gain much from your post. Thank you. ❤
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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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Fabulous writing my friend. A bit of mood in all of us, the trick as you so sufficiently put is not getting stuck there. 😉
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What Ryan said. Totally blown away by this piece.
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❤ ❤ this!
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This was really deep Daniel, I read it over several times, the darkness is addicting at times, depression, malaise, there is always a way out. I like the ending. ❤
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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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There’s an air of Whitby about this post. I’d extrapolate, but you already know.
I quite enjoyed this piece. Then, I always do.
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I kind of felt Whitby like writing it. 😉. As always thank you. Got your email will be answering soon. So excited.😁
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