Never would have wanted to be named Derrick.
But cut the name short to Deck and suddenly interests are aroused
Deck railing, ofcos that’s sailing depicted
Breeze on the neck,
Forgetting to trek
Yet fearing a wreck…
It only takes a speck of time.
But here’s the real deal….
A deck of cards is all that keeps us in check,
You bet it also influences the cheque.
That’s why they say I’m of a clique,
Yet all I want is a nique.
~Daabris
In taking a stride,
To avoiding many tides,
They’ll call it pride.
But never hide….coz,
They never want you untied,
Or lack the tell of how you cried;
Making your life’s description as…”he lied”
For the mere ‘liked?’…. Yikes.
Died….
Thus is the expression of masters.
Them that dealt with these faster,
Of heights, they just but forster,
Accomplishments to them are in a cluster,
The only other thing I should say is
Swadakta!!
@Daabris.
Running has always worked out. Think about it, hiding is actually running, not so? But to what end? Case in point, Santa’s hoax:” I’ll bring you a gift*soon*, yet all men want, is his sledge; wouldn’t you rather wedge through life?
Getting to the edge has a way of making you stop the dodge, as if life has a large grudge. And with a nudge or a budge, whaever, claiming the purge in a whispering mock…”Roger that?”
So here’s a bunch, enough with the crunch and munching. I mean, mulching itself depicts preservation. Tiz a tease prompting you to cease rather start seizing coz diseased is not deceased.
~Daabris
Coupled between the dark unknown alley and the scary memory lane is a light. At times dim, other times bright. Funny, everything that happens seems to have itself in writing, it makes you wonder, are you scripted? A smile loves a laughter, an outing demands friends and a younging; his running blood.
Many talk of the grey area, some of the Bermuda triangle, others of the black hole….is a void inevitable? Anyway, cruising through the waves, the craves, the saves, the shaves even some dives; emerges an alloy, forged in elements indescribable, ‘guised in atoms unbreakable, charged by energy unmatchable. But, just as tough love has its breaking point, every metal has its melting point. Man!!! Not even the man of steel could avoid that…greeny kryptonite. No wonder karma is linked to mother nature. Aaaaand….that’s that.
The light, remember….that’s all that matters. Possibilities, opportunities, capabilities, responsibilities…. so come, dance with me.
~Daabris
And so….
The law engraved on every dawn,
And like a pawn on a mown lawn;
Wrought down by what not,
Being grown requires no moan.
It’s the saw or the paw, just not the pawpaw.
In the midst of thorns and being torn,
The town demands a crown; to dow.
Talk of imaginery tows,(effort)
Archaic bows,(warfare)
Fatty cows.(nourishment)
No matter how slow, that’s how you glow.
Or what do you know? Why not soar?
~Daabris
Deep into the abyss she stared,
Wondering whether a tear drop would reach the bottom.
“Pointless, already at rock-bottom,” she said.
The darkness of the chasm, Piercing the very soul;
The pull in the eyes, Shattering every hope.
But tears alone don’t give the blur,
So could a glow….
Stargazing she crept,
Heart racing it went,
Blood pacing she felt,
Downcasting…a melt,
Ask the DJ… he’ll tell you more of…
TURN TABLES.
~Daabris
Many would love to fly,
Many end up getting high.
I….seated with Him in the high places.
Many more want to fly something,
All they’ve got is the memory of a kite.
I….under the shadow of His wings.
Many are the pilots in series,
But this….I call this, p~(h)igh~(f)loat.
I don’t mean to aggravate language.
Behold the beginning of levitation,
Ascendance courtesy of the Transcendent one.
Behold a work of the Lifter of men.
YAH, my strength and my song.
~Daabris
Many will say: the giant within is asleep,
As if scaring us of how he may arise at any time.
(But giants are not known for being quiet,
Neither for their lurking in the shadows,
I think, giants can’t just stay asleep, unless slain.)
So, thus is the voice of a coward,
Suppressed by one mightier or should I say,
An unprecedented master.
The Good Book says, slavery depicts obedience,
I mean not once or twice have we seen ‘bond servants’
But then again slavery amd submission….hmmm…
2 different fases of a coin;
One for a “sleeping” giant and another for a concealed giant…
Who are you? Who do you want to be?
~Daabris
It’s like amusement arcades,
My greatest escapade.
Many evade or escape,
You’d think they’re the Escalade.
To me, in it I escalate,
Wading in,to my fate,
Coz therein I found the gate.
Yeah …I know y’all and the ‘Tates’
But dude, you should have a taste
And in haste, then you’ll find sate.
~ The Bible.
Used crack hoping that would make me not crack,
Unlike the Hulk, as a hunk You still hacked in,
A mere whack to unveil the wreck,
the shack beneath the facade.
Then You made me pack,
Coz that’s what You do,
Restore us to the right track.
Trucks’ trunks might be used in banks,
But true treasure is found in the Ark.
And that’s where I’d rather tuck in,
At the cleft of the Rock,
Coz there’s no me without You.
@Daabris.
A word, a phrase, a poem. The art of Art