Creator / imaginer: Dabbler in art, literature and sound.
Thoughts Intrusive – is a new artwork, it falls into a category of my work I call Dreamscapes.
I revisit this dream world periodically, and since I’ve hit pause on social media, I have made this website the primary access point to all of my work, and I feel pretty positive about the change. So from now on, my digital artwork will occasionally creep onto this page.
The wind blows the grey gum trees outside my window,
Reminding me of the ocean in the distant south,
The sound is like waves crashing on a beach,
A brief rain shower falls on the green spring grass,
Activating the scent of a fresh countryside morning,
The sun is rising over the tree line now,
And, as the gum trees bend and sway in the north wind,
An orchestra of birdlife swells into an overture,
And the country awakens.
In the wake of last night, I’m reflecting on life,
I’m questioning things, questioning myself,
I’m the type that needs to have stability,
I can’t cope with change very well,
Routines work for my hyper-anxious mind,
But as of late, life feels anything but stable,
My routines and self-control feel off kilter,
Doubt has crept in to keep my anxiety company,
I can’t seem to find and keep a calm place,
I’m unsure of everything, unclear of my purpose,
I mean, what am I really doing here?
Except for passing the time being checked out,
Trying to escape reality, because I fear it,
There’s a world outside my country window,
But it has become terrifying to be part of,
I don’t like what going out into it does to me,
Has life’s difficulty level just increased?
Aging has been hard for my brain to process,
I’ve always felt pretty sure of myself, my place,
But now, I’m constantly confused, not calm,
I feel uncomfortable, which makes me fabricate,
I’m lying to myself so that I can feel comfort,
Everything will be alright, you’re doing great,
Lies, fabrications, false mantra, call it what you may,
They aren’t working anymore,
Things aren’t alright, and I’m not doing fine,
I feel lost.
People need to calm down,
They need to understand how irrelevant they are,
Everybody is such high maintenance lately,
Over inflated egos that are way out of control,
They’re over opinionated, over entitled,
Like spoilt children ready to tantrum,
Everyone believes they’re special,
A rock star,
A movie star,
A champion prize fighter,
An activist,
A body-builder,
An artist,
A tough guy,
A right sayer,
A genius,
A super hero,
A bringer of peace,
RELAX people, we are none of those things,
We are a floored species, selfish and manipulative,
The pleasure seeking scourge of the planet,
An thankfully, we’re all very temporary.
You are here, but you had to fight to be so,
It angers me that your start must be so hard,
But that is our way,
I encourage your strength, so grow strong,
You’re already so determined,
In your blood is the fire of generations,
In your tiny heart beats your ancestors, loudly,
You already possess the power to erase my armour,
At our first meeting, I know the deal will be done,
I will be helpless, there will be no negotiation,
Devotion, unexpected and certainly not withheld,
And I am ok with that,
A sweet little angel arrived in secret,
Bringer of healing to the broken,
You I will never witness my inner walls,
To you my heart is freely and forever open,
You need never ask,
For my entire life has been yours, before you arrived,
For you are the blood of my blood.
I just wanted to post a quick thank you, yeah to you, for your support.
Encouraging me even though I’m such a meloncholly bastard, you’re all absolute diamonds.
I’ve recently made this site my primary means of expression, and it means so much to find supportive people away from the evil trappings of social media, it really restores some hope that people out there still care about words, connection, and the arts.
xo
Dan
Some nights are about you,
Reflection, solemn contemplation,
The very air you breathe,
Hover in the dying light of the day,
Even though it was not your own,
Be enraptured in moments of accomplishment,
Before the night rolls in.
What do I fear?
Death,
Or what it brings,
I fear the finality,
Of the loss,
Of the momentary sadness,
But most of all,
I fear that what I have shared,
With the meager gifts I was given,
Were not enough to remember me fondly.
One drink to sadness,
One drink for those you’ve lost,
One drink to what life has costs,
One drink to say goodbye,
One drink as you try to survive,
One drink for regret,
One drink to forget,
One drink is never enough.
Too many nights, my hands cover my eyes,
I’m not ashamed to cry as I think of you,
Saying goodbye to you is the hardest,
What do I say to the one who gave me everything,
Sleep now, sleep and be at peace,
I can’t chase these monsters away,
Like you once did for me,
I don’t have that power,
I love you, please suffer no more,
You’re so tired, please rest,
I’ll join you when my time comes,
And we will hold each other again,
The way we once did.
Dan Verkys 