Dan Hess

Dan Hess Aug 2019

I sought the answers of the soul
I pleaded God to make me whole
For years I searched, til I unearthed
A bright, delicate piece of worth

Cradled gently within my hand
Hoping greatly it would expand
Most precious thing on this green earth
A bright, delicate piece of worth

Sowed like a seed into the ground
To grow into something profound
My savior, object of my mirth
A bright, delicate piece of worth

Attempt at a Kyrielle. I don't know what this is.

Dan Hess Aug 2019

Fate

To be what you are meant to be
To find your purpose, and be free
First cast your shackles on the floor
Learn you must choose what is in store

For destiny though daunting, looming
Is something you choose for yourself
With passion's energy consuming
You'll find fulfillment your greatest wealth

Each day will be a blessed gift
Your life will be transformed
For once your mind has taken shift
Then your heart will be warmed

Everyone has a personal truth
Something to share with all
Grasp it, becoming living proof
You can rise daily and stand tall

Attempt at a didactic poem. Feels a bit sloppy, but this is mostly for practice. I used to get very caught up in the idea of destiny/purpose/fate, until I realized we are free to choose our paths in life, and that is all for the better. I see so many people struggling with deep questions, such as the meaning of life, when it's as simple as appreciating the meaning it already has, and building something from it for yourself. Thought this may be helpful. Any criticism would be greatly appreciated. I want to make poetry my purpose.

Dan Hess Aug 2019

Allbecoming

An overarching sense of one
Left open to new changes
Love's energies forever run
Breaking free, love rearranges
Ether's gross, effulgent shifts
Course openly forever
On currents of unending bliss
Meandering thru vast endeavor
Into the brightest, freeing choice
Newfound promises beget
Gnosis one, but our own voice, fragmenting to currents met

Attempting to write in different style of poetry. This is an acrostic.

Dan Hess Aug 2019

Love of Youth

Forthwith to disappear
unto the now regaling and beguiling
clear and empty space retiring
in my mind, and ever binding,
to the whims of soul transpiring,
should my interim be inspiring,
might I meet again in hiring
unto this the words of firing,
fleeting, felt and folded youth,
to elucidate what lies aloof,
and in, adopt, a new pursuit;
for she is angelic, forsooth;
but ever is she lost to me.
I call this Love of Youth.

Dan Hess Aug 2019

Muted Meanings

Beseech, but do not implore.
Bequeath, but do not beget.
Harrow the heroes,
and christen the crestfallen.

Hark, for the deaf may speak riddles elucidating truth.
Ingratiate insolence, and admire innocence,
thus, the world will be yours,
as you will conciliate with its inhabitants.

Dan Hess Aug 2019

Demiurgent

What should pass comes forth to grow
To make my life my own, I know,
I must continue,
ever into,
this invidious dismissiveness,
exuberant in emptiness,
lamenting in my evanescence
as my mind is on the precipice

To reminisce
in paracosmic,
Exodus

To acquiesce unto the rest
Most pressing, incessant
Important matters to address

Perfidious indifference
Insistence on what is urgent
Resistance leads to-ward divergence
From the Oath of the Emergent
To the Mouth of the Insurgent

Dan Hess Aug 2019

Talk/Chatter

I love when things are written for me
We may not be on the same page
But we're in the same book

It's beautiful to live life with lively characters
Whose depth can fill the void on an empty page
And turn that cage into magic to be woven from our inspiration

We spend a lot of time trying to escape our lives
But that's just it
We keep on living even if we go about our days chasing a fate we're not keeping up with
We can drink away our memories
Or spend an age online, invested in the drivel of another vapid daydream
Or we can live our lives in the making

Sometimes we live between pages
Between lines of words unwritten
And I find myself getting sick when I see packs of people in different stories intersecting mine
Like ravenous wolves, starving for a piece of meat
While I want only to exchange a few words from my story
With another person in the same book