Daniel Dawes

Daniel Dawes Feb 2018

The tides in,
A sun setting,
On warm sand,
With birds singing.

No more confusion,
Just a simple heart,
For which is seen,
A work of art.

Not seen by a mind,
Only felt by the one,
Stillness in a moment,
Silenced from the sun.

The sky breaths,
With a whispering wind,
With a sun that's set,
On an ocean filled with stars.

Purity in the moment,
Stillness of oneself,
A very telling story,
Of a lover and itself.

Daniel Dawes Feb 2018

Clouded.

A shadowed truth,
In the murky water,
Which lay inside,
A crowded perception.

A sigh from a soul,
A comment from a mind,
A battle with ground,
Falls into the darkness.

Spinning pictures,
Pieces of sound,
A glue not quite rigid,
There's gaps all around.

And for why are we here,
In this soup which we float,
For why we are here,
Are we the eternal smoke?

Clouded perception,
In the mind with an "I",
A moment to stop,
A moment to die.

A clap from above,
A moan from below,
The tides have turned,
In this dreamy light show.

For now you are here,
And then we must go,
On with the journey,
But an end to this show.

Daniel Dawes Feb 2018

Invitation.

Willow's wonder,
Over broken land,
Tree tops grow,
And submit to man,
Opening seeds,
As the wind takes hold,
Beneath the earth,
Within the fold,
A moon that turns,
The ocean deep,
Is an emotion held,
As we slowly creep,
Higher and higher,
The levels do rise,
Which way to turn,
The lows, The highs,
Flowing towards,
Then flowing away,
Is a show of nature,
Which isn't at bay,
Carefully treading,
On ground well worn,
Is an open invitation,
To where we are born,
Times of plenty,
In which we sit,
In a moment of fullness,
Could this be it,
Hopefully letting,
The past fall away,
Gently knowing,
The light of day,
Eyes wide open,
Eyes wide shut,
Flowers grow,
No need to cut,
Blowing in the wind,
The grass does lean,
Submitting to nature,
Only one thing is seen,
A silent mind,
Is a loss of self,
In which we find,
A forest of wealth,
To this we sing,
Our song so true,
As it all falls away,
Into the deep dark blue.

Daniel Dawes Feb 2018

Breathe and create.

A hammer to a carpenter,
A lute to its player,
A pen for the poet,
A joy for creation.

A mind that searches,
For something that can't be found,
A question of love and faith,
In yourself can be bound.

Around and around we go,
But which thought runs the show,
Or do we open to what we know,
And experience the love that quietly glows.

True to ourselves,
Known by few,
Felt by many,
A time has come,
Where no time,
is Now.

Breathe and create........

Daniel Dawes Feb 2018

Motion picture.

An invisible life,
Crowned with beauty,
A mind that's lost,
But a feeling of duty.

In it for the glory,
From a flash in which we came,
A motion picture of a story,
Created from this, a simple game.

Climbing every mountain,
Knowing your own truth,
Is the strongest way to see this place,
With strength you'll have your proof.

Shaping what is given,
Out of fear, regret and shame,
Is it any wonder we worry,
For all, it seems a pain.

You can't stop the movement,
Once you have arrived,
It's all a massive picture show,
Thoughts, feeling, were alive.

I use this pen to write,
Creating stories from a mind,
For another to comprehend,
In a different space and a different time.

Daniel Dawes Feb 2018

Ready, steady, go!

The engine starts,
As I step from my bed,
A petrol unknown,
A force in my head.

An unknown day,
Born to this world,
In which we sing,
And dance and swirl.

For this is the game,
And from which we must learn,
A light and a love,
and a flame that must burn.

The tune to some,
Seems to send them quite mad,
With a reflection of self,
In a thought that's gone bad.

Allowing things to pass,
As if gliding on ground,
Is a soul in a body,
What grace, what's found.

It's hidden in a mystery,
From which we must awake,
I climb out of the bed once more,
But this time I'm no fake.

Daniel Dawes Feb 2018

Be a man......we're told.

"Be a man" we're told,
But to what does that involve,
It's confusing to make a mould,
From which we cannot evolve.

So does that mean.........

A hardened shell,
With anger for protection,
A showing stare,
With little affection,
A chip on the shoulder,
For an extra dimension,
A stiff upper lip,
Don't lose your grip,
A low muffled voice,
Talking of no choice,
Working all day,
To keep the family at bay,
Enough's not enough,
Getting money can be tough,
And at the end of the day,
We shout our cares away.

Or could it mean.........

A knowing soul,
With love for protection,
Softened eyes,
For care and affection,
Love in his heart,
Felt by an extra dimension,
A freedom in life,
Free from the strife,
A genuine voice,
And you have your choice,
When the day is done,
We all have our fun,
Money comes and money goes,
Love is enough, happiness grows,
And at the end of the day,
When all is said and done,
A mans what you want to be,
A lover, father and a son.