Biography of Daniel Thomason
I am a dreamer that writes my dreams on crumbled sheets of paper. Nothing more.
Daniel Thomason Poems
Your Inner Beauty
If only I could turn you inside out... And see the world that lives inside you... I bet there's children that play tag near a rainbow that falls from your heart... And a fountain that sprays stars from its spout...
Once Upon A Midnight Dreary
Caught between light and never ending nights, wielding words that I don't understand, Where cats and pens dance alone in the bend of a hand that is holding all man.
Gargoyles Yearn Grotesque
There is a mysterious twilight that shades my spire, So they may not see me from the corner of their eyes, I watch them dance a slow song, It swells round my lifeless ears perfectly,
Two Rings Under A Bloody Rug
My perspectives lessen with the very ballrooms I've crept in, The swaying dancers that waltz along the quilted beige silk, In each hand is a sweat that remembers a bet, This bet that lingers under their dancing quartet,
A great confusion towards the bounty of love, A million on its head or more, What are we to do but watch and squeal, As the bounty is completed,
My first wish a sail, To drift us away, Second no land, So the waters we'd stay,
Those Motherly Mornings
I drift along a certain valley of sin, Internally opposing the simple desires I long for, Yet, I feel at peace, For I am free of a mind - mindless...
The Mirror Circus
Restless burdens sing in grotesque gardens, Dead zinnias twirling in an evening wind, The blackened buds grazed with the grim reaper's scythe, And mortar and pestle and old dying eyes,
Jack And Sally
Stitch my heart with the woes you've created, So it may let me know you love me, Your inability to feel in an impossible rumor, Because your eyes say otherwise,
Winter In Love
Amidst the Winter's calmness shivers the naked trees as they are violently beaten by the chill wind under the darkness of a humming city
In the shear meadows of a frozen wonder, The snow tumbles along on top of the badger homes, The sun is hidden behind a crowd of cumulus cotton balls, And it is colder than the ice that dangles from the tree branches,
For You... An Act Of Realization
The wind rolling round a bending river, The waves tossing up the mist and down the woe, The brush held between a sunset and an abyss of beauty, The invertebrate hopping like young-lings of a play for ineffable purposes,
They Call It Love
The world blows along our mending hearts Derided by the whispering sound Where cradles sink bare, drowning with the used Eclipsed with the sun by a cruel, smut heart
Grandest. Loveliest. Grand.
Your tender blue eyes perform miracles through a break of magic - To prove science an eternal mystery - To burn countless colors across Andromeda and the Milky Way - To sprinkle stars across a moonless palette; all for its gleaming auroras...
The Mirror Circus
Restless burdens sing in grotesque gardens,
Dead zinnias twirling in an evening wind,
The blackened buds grazed with the grim reaper's scythe,
And mortar and pestle and old dying eyes,
Shriveled mirrors dance in abandoned circuses,
Dreams falling from trapezes to an unordered dismay,
The hearts poured in jars by the apothecary's wives,
Now that morning and nightfall will fall from the sky.