Biography of David Daykin
This collection is comprised of parts of me, and friends.
David Daykin Poems
Sometimes I do not know where I am going. Sometimes I have no idea where I have been. Sometimes life is all about the knowing. And I wonder will I ever win.
I am not humble in my day to day, I sit amused watching life this mortality play. I can never understand all He wants to show, I look at His lessons and they seem high above on an unassailable plateau.
A solitary soar, a lonely glide, I search myself for a place to hide. The truth tumbles all around, reality smashing my tower of dreams down.
I sit here high in my tree. My gaze travels and far do I see. Murder makes headlines,
Decisions can be tricky and hard, but I have found an easy way. It works for me it's like my personal guard. I just let my friends have their say.
No amount of tablets, no amount of booze, no amount of friends, no amount of love,
You say 'Another time. Another place. We could be together' As the tears fall from your eyes, It seems to me you regret tomorrow...
Close your eyes, look inside. Tell me what do you see? Colours moving in a kaleidoscope,
This taste on my tongue, it feels so unclean. Is it from the cup of The Enemy, the cup that smelt so rank.
Words To Paper
As I wander in my head, or should I say wonder there instead. Oh nevermind I digress. These thoughts that slide left to right,
Looking at my yestedays I just see tomorrows. As you walk away you have my heart chained down in sorrow. Saying that it's never you, it's always on me. Well tell me please.
Twisting, churning, turning inside. Love, Hate, Revenge, Desire. All the pieces of my life lie shattered. Scattered to the winds of fate.
Land Of Opportunity
To be here feels so right to me, feels like a home I have never known. I walk the paths and nothing seems new. Just familiar, teasing, taunting, a subtle clue,
A rock that held up the sky for me. A rock that showed all I could be. A rock that sheltered me from harm. A rock who's embrace was loving and warm.
I'Ll Be Fine...
Watching the ice melt,
in my whisky glass.
Wondering in my drunken state
'Who can I ask? '
The question's that surround and drown me all the time.
But I figure it can wait...
'Hell I'll be fine..'
The sun hit's my face,