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I'm coffee and you are cigarettes
I keep you going
while you **** my slowly
© Daniel Magner 2013
Free. Unrestricted. Unlimited.

The ability to overcome the stares and glares of judgment and see far ahead of and beyond them.

Further than their ignorant minds would ever care to see.

Free like black smoke rising from a stuffy shack on the side of a dirt road.

The freedom that the most free of souls long for.

If Birds were as free they would fly in all directions but the set route of migration.

If paintings were as free they would outgrow the sides of their frames and become their full forms, limbs and smiles included.

If the Nile was as free it would flow like the ocean it looks up to, unshaped by the selfish lips of the forest.

If the Atlantic was as free, waves would wave and remain in mid-air for as long as they wish before hunching their backs to embrace the Inner Sea.

If words were as free, they would reach far beyond the limits of a four cornered space and whisper into the ears of men across oceans.

If you and I were as free, colours would not be afraid to be vibrant. Sound would not be afraid to scream.

If you and I were as free, our arms would always praise the vast Sky. Our teeth would always greet the sun. And  even in the worst of pain, our freedom would allow us to let go of our misery.

If we were as free, beauty would no longer hide within the unbreakable walls of a mere bracket.

If we were as free, borders and bridges that fought for centuries to keep us apart would crumble.

If you and I were as free, establishments would not be established for the good of greed, but rather for the good of man.

If you and I were as free, we would fly like magic. We would take over the nation as a nation.

If you and I were as free, stereotypes and prejudices alike would cease to exist. We would live fully, even through the journey of death.

If you and I were FREE, we would be.
If the world was FREE, we would always be.
 Jun 2013 Danger White
Pax
Stained
 Jun 2013 Danger White
Pax

I am stained
I am in pain

The look in her eyes
The sound of her voice
The taste of her lips
The scent of her skin
The warmth of her hug
  
Memories
Do not leave me
Breathless




© Pax
I never loved you, I didn't dare.
Your forsaken heart is not for me to spare.

You'll tell me don't return dear
Our conquered love will die here
and so will you
to me.

Erasing every hand track
I'm never going to come back
to before summer came.
You've got a pale mind and skin to match.
Misery still wet on your lips.
Don't shy away from the sun darling-
It with it's horizon will broaden yours.
It's time to stop showing your scars
But to restore your golden glow.
We're all cowards at something in our heads.
Heads filled with endless delight.
Heads filled with drowning corpses.
But
Our dreams-
Sliced the expectations of brainwashed bystanders.
Intertwined with poison and passion can show us-
Love
Will
Always
Survive.
 Jun 2013 Danger White
Lexi
there's something entrancing in knowing that I am not quite young
young minded, no.
young in control, perhaps.
young in prowess... definitely not.
and since young and old
are only based on the amount of
ticks
and tocks
you've been breathing
or the amount of wrinkles you're covering
or the amount of tears that have fallen in laughter
aren't we all a little young,
a little old?
time is a thing
and i am a being.
and beings are not things,
nor do they enjoy being constrained by such things.
 Apr 2013 Danger White
CRH
Why do poets insist on dwelling on Love?
What a futile, tragic endeavor, indeed.
The only thing, however,
more futile and truly tragic
is to believe that we ever really had a choice
in the matter.
Poets cannot help but to root around the subtle
and revel in the profound.
And Love seems to be the most natural
and confounding sickness around.
Its the most fundamentally complex
ailment we've found to date.
So continue to unravel
my dear friends
and pinpoint and storm about.
Carry on with the exploration
of the rawness, the disappointment,
the unmatched excitement and roaring self-doubt.
Keep prodding and analyzing
and let me know if you discover a way
to cure oneself of unwanted, unrequited love
and live without.
 Apr 2013 Danger White
kenye
Breathe in and blow everything out of proportion
A manic artist versus the abstract composition

In my head this all looked as perfect as imagination
The challenge was blending the line between fantasy and reality
To get the inner critic to agree
Worlds colliding this one into the next

Dreams manifested to the forefront 
of a visionary gone inside himself

Throwing myself against the walls of my mind 
In an attempt to think outside the box.
Even in our own heads they've got us on lockdown
With the chemical constraints constricting creativity 
These straightjackets of sorts
Straightening out the free-thinkers

A fourth wall broken

Pretentions are high
On the artist's plane
Subjectively selling ourselves out to a shallow medium
The mainstream
The water we should be walking on
We're drown out in.
Drawn into the background of the bigger picture.
 Apr 2013 Danger White
M
The fact that I can't
Make a decision is a
Decision right there.

I am in limbo
Between two lovely, loving
Beautiful men.

I am completely
Unsure of what my next step
Will guide my heart to.

I am completely
Afraid of taking any
Unsteady steps now,

I am completely
In love with two different people for
Different reasons;

I cannot decide,
I cannot make up my mind too.
I can't continue.

I can't have them both.
I'm in a pit of quicksand
And it's drowning me.

I can't do this to
Two men who deserve better,
Someone decisive.

Neither realize where
I am currently, only
I know where I stand.

I am in between,
Looking left to one, right to
The other and I know

That I have made a
Decision just by looking
At them, here and there.

I am shaking my
Head. I am saying no to
Two astounding men.

I am only a
Young, indecisive, confused
Girl that rips hearts up.

I am losing two
Men that will, in time, come to
Understand this all.

I pick neither for
I love both too much, too much
To be with one man.

I'll break three hearts in
A matter of 3 seconds,
We three have all lost.

I lost the most here
Because I lost sight of how
To love a man well.

I loved the most here
Because I loved two, enough
To let them be free

From me and my issue;
I don't deserve them and
That's easy to see.
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