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Daniel Webber Feb 2019
The stark beauty of winter sets in
Shown in the bare trees, the sharp blues of a winter sky only cold can reveal
The cold cruelty of its shows the reflection of a dried out and damaged soul
The magnificence of winter, and the root of its beauty
Is in knowing to to shall pass
With spring comes what was once dead
Alive again to thrive
Just like a cruel dark soul
With times loving nourishment it to shall pass
First it must endure the storm though
Between death and life
From that a new stringer beauty will manifest
One possessing all the brilliant color and variety of spring
Luck shall have the newly awakens soul live
So it can burn bright in an unending Indian summer
Capable of going out in and out
With the ocean tide
Finnsly at peace!
Daniel Webber Feb 2019
Little boy blue
Who knew what you could do
First you made them fly
But you were so sly
For next you made them cry
Up until you made them die
Daniel Webber Feb 2019
Despite in ending sobbing
My eyes stay dry
Through all the lies I survive
Even though small parts of me dies and multiplies
The undertaker needs no *****
For my soul died and been buried long ago
I’m just an empty vessel now
Swaying to and fro
Knowing not where to go
I travel the slow road to hopeless oblivion
Dominated by indecision
Whether there is still hope of salvation I know not
So I simply sway to and fro knowing  not where to go
Like a live wire that’s charge has faded
I lay slack waiting for a current to once again flow giving my life purpose
Until then I just blow to and fro
Not knowing where to go
Praying my anticipation isn’t nothing but an illusion
From burnouts of a once live wire
A wire driven by desire and consumed by fire
Hoping to never again play the liar
So I just sway to and fro
Not knowing where to go
Daniel Webber Feb 2019
Pain comes down like rain
But yet I can’t conplain
For I am the one to blame
These emotions are mine to tame
So for now I’ll feal lame
For my day came
I just failed to see it
For it came to free me
Daniel Webber Feb 2019
Inscribed inside my eyelids is the bitter sweet temptation
Forever more remembering
The ever fleeting sweetness while always striving to rember the unending bitterness.
Forever more trying to escape what can’t be forgotten
And what must always be remembered
For from the tip of the  tongue to the back of the  throat the threat was wrote!
Daniel Webber Feb 2019
The Minotaur is slain now all that remains
is to find my way out the labyrinth of the mind.
The string has snapped
and all there is to guide me is the gothic statues.
One must be careful though
since the ones with the sweetest faces may bear false promises of escape.
While the ugly and wicked ones may hold salvation.
I must recall though that no one led me down this bedeviled path
I followed it myself!
My gothic landmarks can help show me the way
but, only I can find the escape.
The same way only I alone could slay the Minotaur holding my mind!
Onward to the salvation I seek and pray I find.
I only hope the exit didn’t close so long ago
when I entered this labyrinth of the mind!

— The End —