Danny The Dreamer Boyd
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Danny The Dreamer Boyd Poems
I sit behind a shady screen, Scouting life in a still state: In hope to see what is unseen, Or glimpse hope or contemplate.
Tabula Rasa ' The Dreamless Dreams and H...
Walking along the road of no return, In the no man's land. Thoughtless, roaming in darkness; As for eternity, he has been banned.
By chance it all came to happen, Or perchance it was a twist of fate; Plucking a flower before it doth ripen: Able for a want to no longer wait.
Curtains Close ' When We Say Goodbye, If...
Curtains Open. The Scene: A Guy Lying In The Shadows.
Blinded By Love ' I Only Have Eyes For Y...
A love so strong, A love so true, Never has been seen before, no one can deny. An accident happened and his eyesight blew: No more could he see her smile, hereby.
Hero ' That's Not Who I Became '
Every time I look in the mirror I see: The same sad hero; staring back at me. And whenever I try to put by that portrait on the wall: I have a flashback of, my rise and fall.
My Heart On My Sleeve
I have many things that I want to say, I try to break the silence that doth them detain; I speak yet the words seem to turn away, Hence so I always do just silent remain!
This Is Not Goodbye
This is not goodbye although we might meet, Never again, nor this is farewell; I know it's not goodbye albeit our hearts beat, Each in a different space, but melodiously some place dwell.
7 Ballads Of The Fall: The Big Bad Burni...
Behold the fiery beast: Burning in awful red, Blinded by, a blinding anger, Covering his eye, with a mist of dread.
The Flying Dutchman ' Lost In A Crimson ...
She sails without a wind or breeze, In the nights of fog and mist; She's like a warden with the keys, To souls with clogs and sin desist.
The Passerby ' I Wonder Which Way To Go ...
I came across a crossroads, and I Had wondered where and which way to go! And being only The Passerby, That I am: I went around and to and fro.
My life I've spent between just two extremes, Missed tons of things all great and in between; If it's not fun, your tears would run in streams, Not right, then wrong, and must all wrong demean.
It's not that easy living by the sword, Or in his case a ruthless wicked gun: His reasons? Told, and freedom's ever stored, In bullets boxes down the dismal sun.
My love, it's only when I'm close to you: I can take off this freezing mask of mine, And let you look into my soul divine; Aflame would lit if only others knew.
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I sit behind a shady screen,
Scouting life in a still state:
In hope to see what is unseen,
Or glimpse hope or contemplate.
It's not as easy as it seems,
I'd rather be taking part;
But life is tough and rough with beams:
That crush the spirit and the heart.
I sense them laugh and feel them cry:
Beyond a bunch of shallow signs;
I see them pray and praise and pry,
And prison themselves in false confines.
But I am not to judge anyone:
For passiveness' prize's only shame;
And judges who're yet wasted won:
None but just inglorious...