i hung a pic-

i hung a pic-
ture on the wall

a glimpse of dead-
ly sins anoth-
er committed

i bleed; i bled

salvation come

- Daniel Z. Garrett -

role models

vases are emptying
beneath the visible plane
as one tries
he fails to see
them there
so
he cries
refilling the vases
unknowingly
helping another
by showing emotion

- Daniel Z. Garrett -

The Death of Poetry

Yes, this is not a poem.

- Daniel Z. Garrett -

Singing to the Air

I sing because I can
I sing because I will that I must
I sing because I like singing
I sing because I sang

I sang because I sang
I sang because no one can hear
I sang because I feel absent when doing so
I sang because I am singing

I am singing because who wouldn't?
I am singing because I hope
I am singing because I'm alive
I am singing because...

- Daniel Z. Garrett -

(Uneasy) Autumn Joys

Clicking, clicking, clicking - a rhythm beneath the noise
Reverberates
Steady heartbeats begin to race
In anticipation
How simplistic at first glance
The lives of all surrounding
Yet how much is missed
If a second glance
Is not given

A wonderful, intricate design is
Weaved
Interlacing smiles amongst
The crowd
Bounce, jump, skip and try not to fall
A child worries so little

Near perfection
Is attained

- Daniel Z. Garrett -

Salvation

Countless windows into lives, you walk on past
Who can help them all? So why even try?
Fiery days preceding cold nights
Working furiously to no end
Viciously cut like him before
Don't worry it will happen to the next.

Peace, war, power, and gossip...
The endless noise accumulates
Eventually it's all just too much to take

Why try? Why care? Why cry?
No one can make it in this world on their own
So who will care about another?
Everyone has their own problems.

Perhaps mortality isn't so bad.
With worry and doubt abounding
Futility rises through the fray
So all you want is to die quickly and forget
A God can not exist or surely He is evil!
I can't take it; kill me, please!
But no, you won't even do that.

Eternity is so long
How can one endure it when life is too much already?!
Perhaps there is nothing more.
Can I be so lucky?
Give me something now!

Then it comes in a rushing wind -

Peace, joy, serenity, hope, wonder, and amazement
When you kneel that first day...

- Daniel Z. Garrett -

Forward?

Kindly profess my love and I
Am seen so very forward
Try not harass my love but I
Cannot help but seem forward

Where is the line that I may not
Cross if I wish not be forward
Tell me the time; I wish be taught
How to avoid being forward

Why such a crime to simply ask
A question without being forward
So I opine and break down and ask
Guess what? She sees me forward

- Daniel Z. Garrett -