Daniel Thomason Poems

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,
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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
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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
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Iniquity so pure, glory by the runway,
Radiating photos, transgressive virginity,
Tautology winning, or will not be winning,
The devil in all of us, where God burns unwillingly
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This feeling is much more than a heartache,
It's much more than a burning desire to find gold,
Because that something is nearest to paradise,
Where our two hearts will forever grow old
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They called the woman a mistress,
but all she wanted was love,
The man in the suit who handled the loot,
silly soul down but the blame's on the girl.
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Many unwilling minds
Unravel under a prairie,
Reading lost words in the
Devil's rulebook.
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Credulous seclusions magnified in the womb of a daffodil,
The tip of a blade creeps in the needles of a rising lawn,
Ol' daffodil cannot flee, cannot hide nor fight,
So in the womb She tries, oh She tries to depart
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Split the tree in two,
One for you,
One for me,
Don't let the stem peal,
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I see your face among a crowd,
That swarms a beach under a flashing sky,
Your smile so taking, your eyes so agleam,
You're just a rose that sits carefree in a field of dandelions,
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