There is severity in the response.
A stout reaction; austere and anxious,
Through every sensation and sentiment,
Whether it blooms inside or blemishes.
Prompt a disturbance and then an answer;
Is it disturbing or is it thrilling?
Every outcome elicits potency,
In a feeling which will quiver your bones.
Tremor on high as you hold momentum.
The brain screams wild instructions down your spine.
Your muscles listen and fluster in fear,
Estimating the precise directives.
Suspicions arise based on behaviour.
There’s doubt and distrust that this is the way.
Immersed instead by whispers and fixed eyes,
Their perception; the key imperative.
A cognisant conscience knows it’s trifling,
But it’s custom to consider concerns.
Reject tainted trivial traditions,
Instead of tripping on trepidations.

There is desperation to remain calm.
A smooth reaction; bold and aspiring,
Through harmonious beats and tamed breathing,
Whether it’s genuine or deceptive.
A stroke is prompted, an answer follows;
An effortless thrill which does not intrude.
Despite its dominance around your veins,
As the thinker governs, stillness remains.
Excessive energy has been discharged.
The spine’s assassins have been made speechless.
Emancipation achieved by your bones;
Their wisdom leading to better judgement.
Your faith in action pushes your head high.
There is clarity that this is the way,
Discarding assessment and dreadful eyes.
Their perception; inapt and trivial.
A guiding mind has learned what’s important,
In spite of its tendency to burden.
Cast off your internal anxieties,
And showcase the strength which powers your bones.

Daniel Daines

I’m coming down to the ground;
It’s pulling me down until I drown,
But I’ve got still got air in my lungs.
I’ve got a fight upon my tongue.

I’m coming down from the moon;
I went there for a change of view,
And that’s all you need sometimes,
To get on with this life.

Still I’m hoping for something better,
Even if it’s just some better weather.
I am sick of the rain,
And the mundane,
Again, and again, and again.

So, give me sunshine, give me greatness.
Give me fun times that leave me painless.
That same old sameness, shameless staleness,
The shapeless greyness; goodness gracious.

This spaceman says it’s time to end this.
Come down to Earth, it could be splendid.

But it’s so hard to change your mind,
When you’re assigned to the grind.
And you just can’t seem to find,
A way to leave it all behind.

I’m just stuck in my head,
And I’m just stuck in my bed,
And I’m just stuck in a dream,
Where no one can hear you scream.

But sometimes the dreams are better;
They show a world of fake pleasure.
It could take a day,
To have it your way;
Just leave the empty space.

So, give me realness, give me bleakness.
I’ll search for meaning, search for deepness.
Past that same old sameness, shameless staleness.
Search through steepness; leave me speechless.

No, I just can’t face it;
With daydreams ended, I’m descending.
Coming down to Earth, it will be splendid.

With my daydream ended,
Feeling senseless.
Daydream ended;
Feel my senses.

Daniel Daines

Colours rupture into vibrant mayhem,
Bifurcating in a virtual playpen.
Woo perception to the hectic spectrum,
With majestic, electric perfection.

Indigo tornados gently tiptoe,
Along the roll of a crimson crossbow.
Complexions are casted through the machine,
Erupting rainbows upon a black screen.

Shades assemble to form a silhouette,
Crystal pixels form blonde, but not brunette.
Now drawn, the beauty born looks out beyond,
A parrot paradise where she responds.

She’s angelically psychedelic;
A manic, ceramic, hyper relic,
Propelling pure porcelain parodies,
And shelling well-known quirky qualities.

A splendid cybernetic substitute,
She rendered all aesthetic attributes.
Including her waves of golden smoulders,
Gently spilling over her dainty shoulders.

But like an eclipse, there’s only a glimpse,
The tints stick, and she’s only seen on blinks.
Retained on the retina, eyes flutter,
Trying to recapture the sight of her.

My energetic eyelids surrender,
Losing capture of her vivid splendour,
But regardless of this affirmed adjourn,
I await the day my rainbow returns.

Daniel Daines

Blossom;
Pulled from trees in an autumn defiance against the spring.

I watch it fall,
Wrapping the surface with utopian petals.

Boldly unorthodox,
The nature retunes routine to adjust,

To a luminous disturbance,
As gravity is inverted.

A yellow light conducts the commotion;
The bard is in its wake,

As its rays cast down convention and shine with gold,
I stand in awe.

Begging for a harmony with the beam to do one thing:
Blossom.

Daniel Daines

An attempt to reach a concept,
To achieve an abstract prospect,
Is led by the constructed myth;
The constant I have called ‘Zenith’.

It is partially tangible,
But it’s far from infallible.
There is no real summit to reach,
Yet it is still ‘Zenith’ I preach.

An instrument for adjustments,
A title for ripened judgements,
With the corrections which ensue;
Therefore real enough to see through.

So, let ‘Zenith’ be bona fide,
Strive for change with efforts applied.
It’s not plainly marked with an ‘X’,
But your treasure will be success.

Daniel Daines

It is often said that all good things must come to an end,
But it’s best not to think about until the time descends.
The end is not absolutely always a guarantee.
If it does come, all you can do is respond naturally.

A tender love was felt; but tenderness was its weakness,
Durability had not developed in its briefness.
Blindsided by emotion, relishing in devotion,
It had become absent in an incredible motion.

The novice strain is faint but it is far from forgotten.
I recall what was felt in that momentary blossom,
Carrying concern beyond my particular ego,
Giving greater consideration for those in its flow.

Vicious wisdom cultivates from painful maturity,
Initially pondering this lesson furiously.
The effect of any blow is instinctive confusion,
On how you’ll recover from this untimely conclusion.

Over the course of time, pliant pain and strain wanes away,
With a realisation that I’m far from meeting doomsday.
The planet sustains a steady spin upon its axis,
Scars will settle and new talents are put into practice.

I am not exactly back at the place where I’d started.
There were parts of me discovered, formerly uncharted.
It was a successful struggle and deserves some credit;
Regret is not the aftermath of a lover’s exit.

Daniel Daines

Her green eyes, soft skin, and their devotee,
Sitting trapped round the back of the marquee.
Treasures beyond reach, unable to release,
These recollections which spark my caprice.

Amused by liquid relief with a stranger,
Her laugh’s echo is moving on’s danger.
She’d captured fifteen seconds of this moment;
For one day it rang powerful and potent.

The white light of my flash spotlights her skin,
In an attempt to seize our time escaping,
A series of images that could never hit,
The happy faces which would soon quit.

With wine, confined, the heart had been singing,
The stone prepared for a new beginning,
Entwined in her divine disposition,
She declined the perfect proposition.

The rock remains uncarved and consistent,
Its unbearable weight provokes torment;
An acting blockade foiling my journey,
Revealing the truth; I am unworthy.

Truth has proven itself as a rival,
Its absence lost her faith in all idols.
Her trust in me; victim to trust in them,
Destroyed and doubted to which she condemned.

Singularity is a burden to reject,
To her it’s a prison produced to protect.
I could have pulled at the bars to see if loose,
But fought to avoid exploring the abstruse.

Instead she was drowning in my truths,
Sharing a downpour from my recent youth.
I begged for her love and not her pity,
But no words could destroy singularity.

Headlights summoned and my mother called out,
I could not depart despite my doubt.
The headlights double and they called to her.
With her, I follow, with more to stir.

In the back seat, I had sat in silence,
Searching my mind for words of defiance.
With pity, her watered eyes met mine,
Prematurely pressing me to resign.

Under her roof, my flow accelerated,
And for a second perhaps she contemplated,
Her capacity of trusting another foolish boy,
But all she saw was my potential to destroy.

I have nothing but love and good intentions,
A part of her had seen in me this perfection.
The memory burns of the look in her face,
That she could have it all if in a better place.

The hours were late and there I could not stay,
So she summoned the headlights to take me away.
They tore me apart from my eternal embrace,
Wrongly imploring me to give up the chase.

Emotionally intoxicated, I wrote to her.
Her declining words were not enough to deter.
All I’m inclined to do is to pursue,
So I ended the night with “love you”.

This recent time seems extremely distant.
Elasticated weeks rescind my resistance.
Now solely focussed on how we’ll never be,
I’m still sitting trapped behind the marquee.

Daniel Daines

I’m driving down a dark road,
That I’ve been down before.
I thought maybe it had changed,
But these sights are not raw.

The one-way sign is lucid,
A sign that I dismiss,
To see headlights returning,
That sight would just be bliss.

It seems like I will just never learn.
Down this road you’ll not see lights return,
But I go down it anyway,
Just in case there is one day,
Where you’ll choose to drive in my direction.
The very thought is just perfection.

Daniel Daines