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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,... more »
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Daegal Poems
Half The World
Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.... more »
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.... more »
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... more »
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.... more »
In Chimera Shall We Recollect: Imagea Fantastica - Canto No.6: Spiders!
At dewy morn’, there hangs a crystalline
Intricacy, casually tempting
Harmless flies into its morbid, frosty,
Inescapable grasp. Devoured half-... more »
Wicked Witch
O’ wicked witch, a secret death,
Your local gypsy legend reeks,
Curse us all in rotten breath,
The light of the world coming down.... more »
The Old Town In Winter, Sights And Thoughts Thereupon After Receiving Wonderful News
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... more »
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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.
There’s a strange tree which topples me,
For this strange tree was tall, you see,
And then this tree would use its knee,
To break in three, the clouds who flee.
There’s a strange tree which lives near me,
The northern tree, its branches free,
The southern tree, no limb to see,
For this strange tree, was strange, you see?
There’s a strange tree which I can see,
And this strange tree ...
great poem, its really good. your really good at this, i would love to read more of your poems if you have any!