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Head over heels,

but that leads to a hard fall.

To save ourselves from the collapse

we choose not to build;

yet we grow closer—

building a frame  

that was never intended.

A solid foundation pours

without a permit;

while the world watches

the building will grow

high to the clouds;

indestructible—

built to survive:

a testament to everything we are.

Haiku Volume 16

Hello people, today I bring you a few Haiku because I was yelled at (not really, but I was told I haven't posted any in a while), so here you are; enjoy.

I

Sign from an angel

spoken through emerald owls

held in Hathor’s hands.

II

Grass grows silently

waving in the summer breeze

not knowing doom lurks.

III

Silk golden hair sways

as you dance the night away

in another's arms.

IV

A drooling bulldog’s

snore breaks the silence of night:

dreaming of playtime.

V

Roses gray and wilt;

caught by an expected force:

an unexpected end.

VI

Rain falls all around

a lonely desert flower

pausing its demise.

VII

Your smile dances

each night as my head spins dreams:

haunting my morning.

VIII

Children laugh and play

with death on the horizon:

 unaware of fate.

Did you read these? Cool, now go buy my book: https://www.amazon.com/Davenport-St-Poems-Love-Loss/dp/1542808464

Poem 7/2/17

Deep in sacrilegious thought—

a mere mortal mingled

with the heavens;

captivated by a golden goddess

blinded by beauty’s baby blues.

What could be the apotheosis of love;

prevented by the fear of the fall

as the goddess floats

back to the world she came

amongst those more worthy than I—

vanished amongst the stars

where my prayers are sent

to see heaven's smile again.

Poem 6/27/17

Tears fall from an angel

as fate destroys all hope—

as words sharpened to kill

dismember white wings,

dissecting a once full heart;

dismantling beauty.

Together no more;

left alone to perish

on a motionless pond

consumed by a sea of gray.

Red waves paint jagged rocks

hiding the path of a murderer;

eternity externally extinguished.

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How can we be so close,

yet eons apart?

Born for one another

only to die alone.

My still heart awaits

the blood to pump again

as it shrivels to nothing—

a raisin in the sun:

dying.

An end that was foretold,

yet nothing was done to change it:

a destiny never collided.

Once again I will plug my book. Go buy my damn book; I need more money so I can launch my podcast "Shooting the Shit with Dan".

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A Mirror hung on a gold gilded wall;

a reflection of a different future

where family portraits line a  hall.

A future where snow gently falls

untouched by man, woman, or animal.

A field tucked in for the night beneath the powder

dotted with oranged oaks.

A reflection of your beauty:

timeless.

A reflection where blue eyes show pain

beyond a perfect field:

a pain that the reflection is a falsehood.

Halls dotted with empty frames

where Intricate cobwebs live;

as the gold vanishes to dust

swept in the cold winter wind

amongst the dying trees.

The mirror cracks;

shattering to the floor

of a gutted home

A future abandoned.










Thanks for reading, and remember you can get more of my poems by purchasing my book on amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/Davenport-St-Poems-Love-Loss/dp/1542808464

HEY, YOU!!

Good day everyone out there in the world, I hope everyone is doing fine. I am here not with any new rant about random shit or the next installment of A Western End (which you should click that link and read again). No, today I am here with a very special announcement, but before I get to that let me build some suspense.

Nah, I'm kidding, let me get right to it. Today I am finally proud to give you Davenport Street:  a collection of my most depressing poetry!! Buy it here on Amazon either in paperback or on the Kindle by clicking on one of the following links. I am not sure why the paperback and Kindle versions aren't on the same page. . . wait yes I do, it is because I am apparently technologically inept!

Paperback- https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1542808464

Kindle Version- https://www.amazon.com/Davenport-St-Daniel-Perrucci-ebook

Some of these you may have read on here in the past, though a lot of them went through rewrites, but most of them are exclusive to this book.


Enjoy! I am sure with my luck no matter how many times I went through and edited it I missed something, so if you notice that please ignore it or just keep it to your damn self.

Now that this collection is finished my second item on my agenda is to find an illustrator for a children's book I have written so if want to assist or know someone:

I also have started on a follow-up collection of poetry that will not deal with love like this one, but instead seems to have an even darker tone, but let's see how that goes. Also in the works for this year is my podcast "Shooting the Shit with Dan", so I may ask some of you to be a guest if I can ever afford the equipment, a collection of Haiku, the infamous Slothcano, another small short film script that I feel is extremely relevant in today's world, and finally hopefully a finished first draft of my first novel

In short my goal is to make 2017 my bitch.