Danny The Dreamer Boyd
Danny The Dreamer Boyd Poems
I sit behind a shady screen, Scouting life in a still state: In hope to see what is unseen, Or glimpse hope or contemplate.
I wish that I could say you were the best; For many months—alas—I thought you were: I even let you drop my dear distress, I nearly kicked away my comfort zone,
I like them women, yes, I do! Of course, ‘twas planted in my genes; And one plus one, oh, equals two: Two girls and I was in between!
My love, it's only when I'm close to you: I can take off this freezing mask of mine, And let you look into my soul divine; Aflame would lit if only others knew.
By chance it all came to happen, Or perchance it was a twist of fate; Plucking a flower before it doth ripen: Able for a want to no longer wait.
At the road where slowly sets the sun, And towards the sea it doth drown; Darkness dwells when the day is done: I glimpsed then there the outskirts of a town.
7 Ballads Of The Fall: The Knight In The...
It speaks of a lonesome knight, Covered in blood and surrounded with sand. He killed the kill and fought the fight, Dragging shame in his hand over a piece of land.
Darker Days I left behind, And ran from as far as I could; Darker Days, and I'm to find: A lighter life; and be bright I should.
This Is Not Goodbye
This is not goodbye although we might meet, Never again, nor this is farewell; I know it's not goodbye albeit our hearts beat, Each in a different space, but melodiously some place dwell.
Curtains Close ' When We Say Goodbye, If...
Curtains Open. The Scene: A Guy Lying In The Shadows.
7 Ballads Of The Fall: The Stranded Samu...
The smell of war is in the air; A fight for a long forgotten legacy. The stink of fear and in despair, These splendid swordsmen stand, and in jeopardy.
My Heart On My Sleeve
I have many things that I want to say, I try to break the silence that doth them detain; I speak yet the words seem to turn away, Hence so I always do just silent remain!
How many people I around have seen, And in an instant interest falls ahead, As is the pages of a book unread, Or a premiere on stage or on a screen;
7 Ballads Of The Fall: The Man With The ...
'Son, just follow my lead and thou shall be free: Put these on, and away from the sun, stay thee; Neither fly so high, nor come near the blinding sea! Bear in mind what ye art, not what thou can be.'
Memories still lead us to lose our hearts;
And having lost all: we surrender our souls,
And render but nothing that may leave us apart:
In hope to once more set love as our goal.
Memories always slide into our lonesome minds;
And while we try not to, we wind up giving in,
And let them consume, and to the past us bind:
To have a glimpse of life and where it all did begin.