Danny The Dreamer Boyd


Danny The Dreamer Boyd Poems

81. Contemplation 12/21/2013
82. Disturbed 12/22/2013
83. Invite 12/26/2013
84. Dreamsmith 12/27/2013
85. Purgatorial Turmoil 12/30/2013
86. Glory Days 12/31/2013
87. Meant To Be 1/4/2014
88. Steadfast 1/19/2014
89. False Awakening 1/21/2014
90. Apprehension 1/30/2014
91. Brevity 1/31/2014
92. Necessity 2/2/2014
93. Insight 2/8/2014
94. Distant Horizon 2/10/2014
95. All You Need Is Love 2/13/2014
96. Surrogate Love 2/14/2014
97. Journey Into Darkness 2/15/2014
98. Subconscious Dive 2/16/2014
99. Unchained 2/21/2014
100. Destination's Naught 2/28/2014
101. In Death 3/4/2014
102. Change 3/2/2014
103. Compensation 3/5/2014
104. Disarrayed 3/19/2014
105. Sandy Dawn 3/23/2014
106. Subtlety 3/30/2014
107. Unfolding Summers 4/12/2014
108. Addicted 5/16/2014
109. Plea 5/22/2014
110. Steering Seconds 6/23/2014
111. Complements 7/6/2014
112. Kryptonite 7/9/2014
113. Hopeless 8/17/2014
114. Senescent 9/14/2014
115. Before We Part Ways 10/28/2015
116. Fourteen Dreamers 11/1/2015
117. Azure 11/8/2015
118. Hypocrisy 11/20/2015
119. Spurned 11/30/2015
120. Hopeless Yet 12/2/2015

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Silent Watcher

I sit behind a shady screen,
Scouting life in a still state:
In hope to see what is unseen,
Or glimpse hope or contemplate.

It's not as easy as it seems,
I'd rather be taking part;
But life is tough and rough with beams:
That crush the spirit and the heart.

I sense them laugh and feel them cry:
Beyond a bunch of shallow signs;
I see them pray and praise and pry,
And prison themselves in false confines.

But I am not to judge anyone:
For passiveness' prize's only shame;
And judges who're yet wasted won:
None but just inglorious...

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Memories

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.

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