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Aaron McDaniel Jan 2013
Cobalt reactions of refracted light
Yellow tulips stretched thin by the thousands
Two cranberries cover thirty-two pearls
Velvet lining encompasses the canvas
Painted with happiness
Mozart's compositions
Salvador Dali's paintings
Brought to life
Dancing through my dreams
Trial and Error has created an image of what I'm looking for
That image is you
Aaron McDaniel Jan 2013
I shine out loud
At midst of all the crowd
You can see me from your balcony
Everyone saw me as precious metal
You could see the fools gold
Making sure I was aware
That I am
Fools Gold
Aaron McDaniel Jan 2013
Others want to "pop yo' *****"
I want to pop the lid that hides your inner thoughts
Want them to wash over me
I'm showering in your personality
The you that you barely know
Help you discover hidden coves
Dump your anchor overboard
You've landed on the shore of the person you wish to be
Tap your heels three times
Wish to be home
Open your eyes
You're on that same shore
Scared
Thinking you're alone
Until my hand lands on your shoulder
Let's discover this jungle
Aaron McDaniel Jan 2013
Kiss her down her spine
Sighs of frustration
Bare hips sway beneath white sheets

I am the cartographer
Mapping her desire
Aaron McDaniel Jan 2013
These are the nights I wish to remember
The ones spent with family late at night
When I'm old and wrinkled
Grey infesting my hair
Let's paint the walls with laughter
Watch the colors fight the grey
These are the memories
Please, I beg you
Please, please stay
Aaron McDaniel Jan 2013
These days have defeated me
The cartographer burned the map meant to take me home
I don't know how I ended up walking in circles
The ground below has a divot where my thoughts have weighed down the soil
I've taken step after step to get where I'm going
The only step left will be the hardest one
I just need to lift my foot off of the ground
To fall
Aaron McDaniel Jan 2013
I've lived in a palace of hatred
Walk through the corridors, aimless
Set friendships a blaze
Mind was a haze
Stayed Ignorant to the page

One Day a glimmer of hope
A Tattooed man, long gone from the pope
Tried to show me his ways
Teaching, critiquing, skills would extend
That glimmer of hope was a pen
An idea that I drew from the poem "The Land of Happy" by Shel Silverstein (1930-1999)
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