Daniel Richards Poems

If every morning could be a Sunday
There would be an escape of the heartache
Cos I’ve fallen in love
Always better late than never,
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Lord, I was born a saddened man
Trying to make sense of the world in my hands
My father was drinker and my mother was inept
Every night I would dream rising in the morning
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25 years and my mind is still ill,
Breaking with the dawn, shaking at noon
Now reaching for a pill
Hoping relief will come soon
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I remember the first time I ever saw it
My face in the mirror as plain as day,
Sweetest hate in the process
There were things I needed to explain,
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I opened up my eyes,
And I swear I saw this sight
Circus top a Ferris wheel
And Catherine wheels alight
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The smelted scent of pride flows from this man,
Like volcanic columns its rises, and merges into a blood ridden sky.
This man lies, but dreams of green fields and rivers
But wakes to his two faces and his spine shatters with shivers
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Just over the horizon, stands a castle which lies just behind the sun
It’s a world of magic, music and miracles,
On the long road to the place of magic music and miracles,
There’s a mark to show your faith, for running before time
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Into resistance, as heart and mind react,
Stretched to the point of a mental heart attack,
The fleeting fancy is fading, fading like the stars
Heart asks for freedom, mind can’t resist,
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I’m standing on the threshold
Of fiery angels to take hold
When thrown to the furnace
With just a name
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I’ve seen life at work in many scenes
Through nature, people and stolen dreams
But the streets remain dark and daring,
Dimly lit and full of curse,
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