Dan Quiles

Rookie - 8 Points (March 10,1975 / Boston, MA)

Untitled Poem I - Poem by Dan Quiles

Each phase In a Continual Chase; Has been base, A place of many faces, Sort of a life full of phrases: Of shell hell=hard rock, Full of a loaded stock, State-Shock, Often times full of mock, Always been hard to sell, Life of many Bells; Not so swell. Abysmal Dwell, The gel like well, Been hard to sell. But a inner force Has rebelled to be compelled To continue along, Strong, where I belong, Among the circles of the throng. Being selective, stubbornly elective, And protective of my own world Has been a path full of wrath. Seamless told, cold, bold bath. Full of self-contradiction, a road to perdition With fruitless interactions, full of many reactions, Stern penetration, hellish self-hibernation, Continual confrontations within my own demons. Endless self-struggle w/my own contemplations, Life cycles of stipulations, in a epic generation of confrontation. Moments of elevations and abbreviations; Has gotten me in useless holes. Life has not always been so whole.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 3, 2011

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