Sad to See You Go

Now that you're gone,
I can forgive you.
Not that I ever wanted it,
Us to end.

It's that I was hurt,
Maybe we were both wrong,
And both too stubborn.
But our love remains strong.

You were right,
To stay away from me.
I would have fought you,
Win or Lose.

No more tears,
Or anger or regret.
Nothing.

I'm still sad to see you go.

Goodbye.

My Best Friend

Maura is my best friend.
Yes, she is very attractive,
Beautiful, handsome, lovely.

She's a Star Wars fan,
And a social warrior.
I remember how we became friends.
At a political science class,
We had a 2 unit Santa Cruz mountain retreat.
She was wearing a bright red shirt and had a lip ring.
She was very outspoken too.

We were supposed to trade numbers,
With 2 people at the end of the retreat.
I ran up to her and got her number.
I said we'd go out I'd take her out to eat.

I asked her to marry me.
First time I'd ever asked a woman to marry me,
And she said no.

She's lovely, yes, and I tell her that all the time.
It's not me being charming, it's me being truthful.
She's beautiful inside and out.

We've never dated romantically though.
I think I just love her and don't want to hurt her,
Like I've done to so many women in my life.
Maura is my best friend.
I'll love her forever and nothing can change that.
The offer to get married still stands.

Culture

Standards come from having no standards.

Because of standardized culture.
It hurts the ones loved most,
Including the self.

But it can be overcome.

If freedom is available,
RUN TO IT.

Be able to roam with happiness in your heart.

Because there shouldn’t be constraints involved.

Shaming others on unused ideals,

Is a misconception of uneducated beliefs.

A manmade perception,
To guilt others of pleasure.

A way of dealing with pain.

Too much pain needs relief.

Faith blinds the weak,
Because there is never freedom in it.

Be free to do as you please.

Not to settle for mediocrity,

Or to expect the unexpected,
Only the undefined is necessary.

Happiness is used as a means to an end,
And used by the disillusioned.
More than money or arrangements,
It's denial.

It's a counterfeit to the mind being truly stable.

Fruit from the tree of knowledge

LSD is the apple that Adam and Eve ate from the tree of knowledge
The knowledge of the universe was opened up to me.
It opened my mind to truths of the world.

My experience with it:
I'd say I ingested LSD a dozen times, and it was a trip.
A trip to far reaches of my body, mind, and soul,
Connecting when they've been closed off because of our "civilizing".

I connected with my world and I saw the humor,
the idiocies of us as humans,
the ugliness of our deepest desires,
and the childlike tendencies we all hide from.

Imagine your five senses twisting and turning into new senses.
Your hearing nerves attach to your sense of smell.
All of a sudden, sounds have smells.
You can taste things by touching them with your hands and feet.
Your eyes taste the colors you see.

I haven't touched mind enhancing fruit for 20 years now.
But these are things I'll always adore,
and never forget.

Indebted

There is something so great,
About being indebted.
A sense of purpose is given,
For being wildly in need.

For money, for love.
For love or money.
But not for the love of money.

If it's lack of sleep to endure,
I don't need it.
Sleep? When I'm dead.
I have bills to pay.
I have happiness to payback.

Romantic Development,
Business Development,
Same thing.
Let the equity and heart grow.

We are connected,
A unit.
A couple or a company.
We're in bed together.

Color

A color.
So simple,
And so complex.

Brown.
So smooth,
It pours itself.

Red.
So vivid,
Blood ties all.

Yellow.
So bright,
It shines on all.

Blue.
So vast,
Above us.

Green.
So lush,
Rolling around.

Orange.
So tart,
Yet so sweet.

White.
So pure,
Gets dirty though.

Purple.
So royal,
Nothing else.

Black.
So angry.
Dark as death.

One Day At a Time

I love to surprise you,
In all the many different ways.
To show you that I care,
For the remainder of our days.

I call you when I can,
When I know I shouldn't call.
To tell you I'm your man,
And that I love you with my all.

I'll continue sending mail,
To show you how much I do care.
You're my loving female,
To me your qualities are quite rare.

I enjoy giving this tranquility,
I enjoy giving you this peace of mind.
By granting you this stability,
We can continue to enjoy our lives.

Day in,
Day out.
One day at a time.

Deserve

I love you very much.

I do it happily and with pride.

Me loving you as much as I do,

Is exactly what you deserve.

Just don't take it for granted, please.

Every day I have loved you,

And continue to give you love,

Is one of the best days of my life.

We'll grow old together and become more in love.

I'll get to brag that our lives began when we first met. 

And everyone around us shares the joy in our hearts.

I'll always want to hold you,

To hug you, to kiss you.

To be with you.

Have you sleep in my arms close,

So I may feel you breathe.

It's because you are my good influence.

I'll spend the rest of my life,

Repaying your kindness.

I'll repay it by being faithful,

And give you everything you deserve.

First letter

My happy thought is you.
On my knees asking for your hand.
Nobody else I'd rather be with.
About you I think of throughout the day.

All the little things you do for me.
Nobody makes it worth so much.
Dreams could not be so rich as this reality with you.

Doesn't matter what happens.
As long as our faith in each other is true.
No other bond is like our family's.
Now we know why we were meant to be.
You and I make the perfect team.

Moving

You've been on my mind very much lately.

Well, you and me and us, stated exactly.

There's been only a few small moments today,

I haven't been able to think about you in any way.

In between my daily work tasks I do plan,

I've missed you terribly, says me, your caring man. 

My heart intensifies for you and your tender touch,

Even if just a kiss on the nose, I'd love it very much.

I've been thinking about this with much thought, very thoroughly.

I'm going to have to need to move to be with you in Kansas City.

It makes sense because seeing you in person is worth it.

And just know that when I say, "Don't go", I mean it.

This means I'm going to help you study during the night,

And I'll do my writing, so we can be in each other's sight.

Helping with your exams however I can,

Even if it's just making you healthy snacks.

I'm also going to be able to take you out to eat.

Because I'll have a 9-5 job for a little while again. (LOL)

It's all worth it to support you.

Giving you my love in 15 minute study break increments.

Our dreams

Mona, my love.

It brings me joy,

How you are living your dreams.

I already miss you.

Because we spent our time

Talking by phone, text,

And in person.

This isn't easy,

That I don't see you.

It's OK though, we are both strong.

I'm working right now,

Building our future together.

By writing, and other decisions.

Building my dreams along with you.

I'll see you soon, I promise.

Do your best,

And I will too.

Love Always,

Danny

Since

Since meeting the woman of my dreams,

I feel so incredibly lucky.

I wanted to tell you how I've felt today.

You being in my life is pleasure to me.

And everyone around me is able to see.

You make the sky a little more blue,

Knowing we're thinking of each other.

Our phone calls bring a smile across my face,

Knowing who's on the other end.

Us making each other laugh helps too.

I do love you. I love you with all my heart.

I want you to be the mother to my children.

I want you as my beautiful wife.

I want to love you and be with you for every moment of time.

I desire you in my life.

I love you more and more everyday.

And I'll continue to love you more in every single way.

I love you with all my heart. Thank you.

For being you.

I love you.

Love Juice

Extra extra beautiful.
Anything she says, within reason,
My response will be:
As you wish.

Her kisses are extra loving.
I'm afraid to ask how I got so lucky.
Her wanting a hairy chested man, and
Me wanting a beautiful eyed woman.
Her big brown eyes lift my spirits like no other,
When I see her in person.

My passion for her pushes me harder at work.
The spark she sets off is better than Nutella.
Her modest behavior is charming to my heart.
This woman I adore, her name is Mona.

The perfect moment came last night,
When we held each other arm in arm.
I felt closer to her than ever before,
I knew she was the one I've waited for.
To give my life more meaning,
To be the man she needs me to be.

Her lips touching mine is explosive inside.
Gets me short-winded just thinking about her.
I crave her smile and her cheerful laughter,
Ever since our 2nd or 4th or 5th date.

Her happiness is my #1 priority already.
She says she wants to make me happy,
In 10 years when she buys me a Mercedes.
Though I'll probably still ride my electric bike.

I even love her given name.
She says she hates it, but I can't understand why.
It fits her so well.
An American with a Middle Eastern name.

I want to make the most passionate love to her I can,
Her as my woman, me being her man.
Something so special about us being together,
A bond like ours should be apart never.

A good woman and a good man; lovers.
And blessed with our joy of each other's heart.
Made differently, and made for each other.
A union like ours is a blessing, a work of art.

Too Loud to Ignore

No one knows about mundane,
Even if we don't admit it publicly.
Because who is going to pretend,
They are bored with it all?

It's only real when God comes down,
and flows thru the milk in our veins.
And POOF!
We've become too loud to ignore.

An adult door is open and we go thru
The puppy entrance.
We're thirsty and a water bowl
Is given.

The moon and moons become nothing but
Big rocks in a vacuum of space.
A planet just happens to become inhabitable,
Because of its relationship in distance to
The nearest star.

That is what we call "miracle."
It's wizardry and the potion is magic.
Once we wake up and fear nothing,
Real powers awaken in our cells.

A real life, with real good.
Everywhere.
Roar about it like no choice is available.

We see outside these walls,
With God being carried around in our pockets,
Like a lucky token of our greatest acceptance.
Don't lose that.

Because we have become too loud to ignore.

A Bus Ride

Los Angeles, so horribly known for its mass transit system.

I'm going to find out first-hand.

A bus going from the top of Laurel Canyon down to Santa Monica and Fairfax is my journey today.

The bus came a few minutes late but that's better than a few minutes early.

I wave at the bus driver as she arrives and opens her door for business.

I went up and asked her how much.

I didn't bother explaining because it's been a few years since I last rode.

Which is ironic because I rehearsed how I would tell her in a joking manner.

So we could share a bond of uncertainty together.

Did they even still take cash? Yes. Cash rules the public still.

The seats were clean and no foul smells were presented by anyone on the bus,

including me.

The trip would take a few minutes longer than driving plus I wouldn't pay for parking. I was the only non-senior riding which worried me at first.

With this ride, was I joining the Many Wrinkles and Bad Eyesight Club?

Moby. Oh, that's "Maybe."

I read a few pages of poetry on the ride and tried not to think about if the doctor I was visiting would tell me I only have 2 to 40 years of living left.

Finally some pretty girls board the bus at Sunset and Crescent Heights. And a kid wearing a Goofy ears Disney hat.

The circle is halfway complete.

I get out and try to find the 218 to Studio City.

It only took me a roundabout walk around the busy noon traffic to find it.

The seat to wait for the bus looked like orange vomit had been on it and dried.

I chose to stand for ten more minutes.

The bus made its way to the few of us waiting. 

This time, a young man of Hispanic descent is driving.

He is quick to honk the horn.

Or maybe traffic is more aggressive around this time.

I try to mind my own business and play a racing game on my phone.

The bus stop is very close to my home.

My story complete without a real story happening.

I've never liked the bus but I do enjoy riding the train.

Probably because I don't like sitting sideways and going forward.

My verdict is the transit system is better than is joked about by

Many many Los Angeles comedians.

I wonder how many of them regularly ride public transportation.

And I keep wondering when L.A.'s Metro will rival New York's M.T.A.

These are good thoughts to go home to.

I do go home, the circle now complete.

Bears dancing

I'll always remember seeing Grateful Dead shirts being worn as a child.
Imagining how great they must sound,
If they could produce these vivid colors on t-shirts.

Boy was I wrong.

My mind did not explode like I thought it would.
I was mildly disappointed.

Oh well.
I'm an 80's/90's kid.
What's another band to find?

Nowadays I'm older.
I can at least appreciate it.
Without taking LSD.

Steal from someone

Steal from someone,
then buy them a present.

They will forgive you.

The Economics of It All

He was born rich.

Growing up he knew it with all his heart.

It's been a surreal experience. To say the least.

The voyage he knew he would start.

And not knowing where he'd end up.




One thing he knew, though.

That he would be rich someday.

And with that,

Money became worthless.

He could buy anything,

But still felt empty.




Even so, currency consumed his time.

His thoughts and dreams.

In youth he only knew situations financially.

The last few years he became richer than his wildest dreams.

He was a big fish in a small pond.

He had achieved it early.




As an adult, a bonafide real adult,

Real ideas started pouring about where he could go,

and how to get there.

His richness grew,

In ideas and thinking unconventionally.













With that he says:

Nobody loves money.

And he hates hearing, "money over everything".

Money is an idea, of paper and digital bits.

That paper is a person's worth.

It's not what they have in their mind,

Their heart, their soul.




Numbers type up on a bank statement.

And we think "security".

Here's what he thinks of security:

What if?




What. If.

Everyone could have nice things?

What. If.

A sick person gets taken care of?

What. If.

A hungry person is fed?

What. If.

We were already who we wanted to be?

And no monetary value would change that?






That's rich.

Welcome to Hollywood

A city with this many people and I still feel alone...

I'm sure you're thinking, "This doesn't sound like the Hollywood I know of." and of course it doesn't.

The glamorized moving pictures you see on the screen can make a hooker in Pretty Woman look appealing.

Dreams are big in this town. Here or New York is where you go for a chance at it all.

All these dreams and only so many of them can be fulfilled.

Problem is there are backstabbers and fakes, just like the villains in the movies they portray.

I'm sure you're thinking "Who are you to try to shape my views?", and you're right. I'm nobody.

The old times, it was who you knew and what you did with the opportunity you were given.

And I knew everybody, but I never took a real chance to prove I had a voice.

Commercialization, post-modernization, and formulaic shock value. And this is considered art.

The Hitchcocks, the Lean's, The Peckinpah's, The Chaplin's, they're all gone.

Today, everyone dictates like they're Hitler.

These so called artists want to rule, to make the rules, but never in a million years will they follow them.

A day's work used to get you a day's pay. You didn't need to kiss ass to go up in the ranks of men.

You just showed talent and courage. Now the entire city is my battlefield. And right here, I'm in the goddamn lousy warzone.

I've lived here for many years and starved.

Its the hard life daily or no life at all - for dreamers.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going, but that's not me.

I've accepted that's who I am and I'm OK with it.

Writers Anonymous

Hi everyone. My name is Danny D.

I've been writing since I was a teenager. When everyone else would throw away their poetry after English class, I would go home and rewrite it until I could no more.

I speak in slang around friends, but the written word must have a social order.

Nothing is as strong as my addiction to words crafted together.