Biography of Daegal
I am me. I am who I have become. Who have I become? Have I become at all? Was I ever born? I came to exist. I know I exist, somewhere between the real and the painless. It's like drifting into sleep, I know there is a point when the transition happens, but to pinpoint it is to rend in twain all logic. The sky watches over me, and I walk beneath as another brick in the wall. Another number. I hope, a number that no-one recognises. A number that is rarely seen. A number that is cherished by some, amired by lots, and criticised by most.
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Half The World
Half the world lives, Half the world makes, Half the world gives While the other half takes.
The Strange Tree
There’s a strange tree which lives near me, And this strange tree could not agree, That if this tree could ever see, A stranger tree it sure would be.
X And Y
You have no right to call me insane, you Can watch what I do, you can have your own Opinions, but you have no right to judge Me. I have stood here long enough to know
Hello Me, Tell Me Why I Am
Hello, you, who looks like me, Will you tell me what you see? Answer, please, my spoken plea, I wish to see my mind’s debris.
In Chimera Shall We Recollect: Imagea Fa...
At dewy morn’, there hangs a crystalline Intricacy, casually tempting Harmless flies into its morbid, frosty, Inescapable grasp. Devoured half-
O’ wicked witch, a secret death, Your local gypsy legend reeks, Curse us all in rotten breath, The light of the world coming down.
The Old Town In Winter, Sights And Thoug...
Dead. The Winter silence amplified by Muted objections from the misty ghosts Which prowled the murky streets like a cheerless Ariel. Stark murmurs of a twisting
I Am I (Acrostic)
I - am too meagre to bear a flag. A - lthough I’ve whispered dreams to others, M - ust I endure their selfless fruition?
My Giraffe Is Weak At The Knees
Have you ever seen a giraffe drink? If not, pause, stop to think, It spreads its feet, With eyes discrete,
The Coldest Days Of Winter
They ran through the flowers, they say, They played all the hours away, They sang all the time of the day, They picked at the Summer’s display.
Alpha And Omega
Prelude: When ages in our world were young, And man stepped lightly ‘round,
A Postcard To God
I think I’d choose a scenic place, With sunshine on a smiling face, And in the glowing daylight’s grace Their happy eyes in warmth’s embrace.
Ghost Of A Rose -Or- As The Cherubim Lay...
When kneeling my way to the gate of a moon, When the captured stars did echo a tune, Mirrored cold in a radiant swoon, Which went for eternity.
Orpheus And Eurydice
Orpheus, won’t you turn around? Spin your heels upon the ground, Gaze upon me, I’ll not wilt, And you ne’er will need faulty guilt,
Alpha And Omega
When ages in our world were young,
And man stepped lightly ‘round,
For fear of waking sleeping beasts,
So they talked without a sound.
God of Wisdom, God of Love,
Both fought for upper hand,
But when the world was cleav’d in two,