Released

I've not writ a poem recently and chosen the topic
Though surprised no requests inspired by tropics.
I won't write about the them in case some have the urge
To be inspired by islands pounded by nature's surge.

Instead I write about things I truly know
I write about myself and what I have to show.
I write about pain, suffering, love and comfort
I write about people inspiring my poetic courts

I may say I'm tired of living this way
Paycheck by paycheck and day to day
But I want to admit I'm not sad at all
I dont mind balancing on this paper thin wall

I have my family that supports my hopes
I have my friends, with me they must cope
I struggle with how I want to spend my days
Working at a desk receiving nothing but meager pay

But I am currently happy as I can be for now
However a woman could change things and I can tell you how
What would make me happy is to please only her.
Her being happy would make me happier.

I want to go and see friends with a woman by my side
I want to share good times with a partner and not a ride
I can offer so much healing to a life that's scarred
I could offer so much love to a woman if I wasn't so marred

I'll admit I'm in no way the perfect man
But I'm honest and sincere without having a plan.
I have faults and I'm sorry in advance
So it wont be so bad when I get up and dance.

I'll make you cry and Ill make you scream
But that's what happens after pleasurable extremes.
Do not be afraid so say what you want
As long as you give as much as you flaunt.

I'll leave you with this as you ponder my words
Even though you may think it's quite absurd
I know what you're thinking and that's ok
My name is Dan come join my soiree

Nature - Inspired by Lauren

I can tell you why nature brings me such delight
I can claim that it makes everything alright
But to prove this claim I feel I must demonstrate
Why I think this and what drives me to illustrate

I've been in deserts, forests and moutains
Picturesque places and poetic in essence
Let me paint you a picture of what I've seen
You will see how it entices me

This place I will describe within our boundaries
Is full of surprises and never lacks beauty
Canyons form with hundreds of falls
With Ancient drawings etched in ancient walls

Imagine if you will a tiny little mountain stream
Flowing for billions of years before man came
A source of life breathes and is inhaled by gravity
Mountain snow falls and begins its journey

When the warm weather comes and the snow begins to melt
The stream springs to life energy it is truly heartfelt
As it grows it acquires monumental force
Eroding the land with it nondiscretionary course

The path of least resistance it flows with ease
Finding its way to the its ultimate end.. the sea
As the stream expands to become a river of power
The earth opens up to welcome its super child

Maturing and getting stronger it cant be stopped
Cutting through the rock top to bottom it opts
It carves deep and it fits snugly like a glove
Depending on mountain snow and rain from above.

When all is said and done we arrive at the present
And even today these rivers do not relent
The grandest of all these tiny little streams
Carved the Grand Canyon and inspired people's dreams

Music- Inspired by Lauren

Different music with different sounds

Different voices with soulful words

Love and Peace and war and hate

Songs of memories tell us their fate

We listen as children but don't understand the meaning

The beat keeps us bouncing and our smiles beaming

Pleasant rhymes with simple tunes

Lulls us to sleep under the watchful moon

We are molded by the things we hear

Lessons learned by the things we fear

Society is consumed by the sounds of life

Not even realizing if they are wrong or right

As teens we try to find our groove

Showing our parents we have something to prove

Rebelling against the powers that be

Refusing to understand, refusing to believe.

Thrashing and screaming with chaos on the fringe

Made our parents do more than cringe

But we've seemed to make it out okay

Despite the anger and pain suffered in our day

But behind closed doors the tunes can change

Listening to music in another range

Based on what our hearts move us to

Listening for answers to pull us through

Some get lost in the concepts derived

From lyrical words cleverly contrived

But sort out the meanings of what we hear

Truth will prevail, to the right road we'll steer

As adults we learn to appreciate the beauty

Of all kinds of music, soft and heavy

Rap, rock, ballads, and even opera

With open minds accept the karma

When upset we can drift off alone

To a quiet place within our own world

When we return from our dreams of song

We finally accept the things that went wrong

So raise your glasses and say a toast

Pianos and guitars say more than most

Inspired by music as old as man

Humbled by the complexity, understanding what I can.

Washing Machine- Inspired by Melissa

I know it's hard to believe
The things that inspire me
But read closely and you will see
What I mean by true beauty

Dear washing machine how I love you so
You never complain if my underwear shows
You just take it with pride and clean it with Tide
It's amazing, when they are ready, you know

Whether I stuff you full with sweats and jeans
Or just throw in a shirt I need cleaned
You swing your phallus back and forth
And never jostle more than it's worth

Swishing back and forth you work so steady
It doesnt matter if my clothes are all muddy
When you are done then I know its time
To give the dryer my clothes minus the slime

Once in a great while I notice you struggle
After placing ALL my clothes in you like a puzzle
But yet again you surprise me with your power
Sloshing them around until clean within the hour

I'm so glad your are not the stackable kind
I cant imagine you working while being so confined.
Large and white you stand alone with pride
Queitly waiting for colors and whites which I divide

But there is more to you than meets the eye
I've made plans specifically with you in mind.
I'll remind you but you must promise not to tell
What you experienced not unlike a hotel

But unlike a bed that needs quarters to shake
I just turn your knob and BAM your awake
The vibrations alone give my women chills
The spin cycle at it's fastest they find quite the thrill

One time only have you called in sick
I had to call the repairman when I tried to wash a brick
But I'll take the blame becuase that was not smart
Never again will I tear your insides apart

So thank you my saviour and cleaner of clothes
If you were not here I would be filled with sorrow
You inspire me to wash day and night
My lovable washing machine,  yes.. thats right.

O'Briens V

Imagine all that pent up rage
Unable to take the stage
After a week of just laying around
It's time to make up lost ground

Bring your emotions and bring your voice
Bring your friends, you have no choice
Open Mic at O'Briens is back
Fred will be there to pick up the slack.

I continue to endorse this for one reason only
The free drinks that have not been given to me.
Of course I joke since I do this for friends
To promote this night for which I defend

I promise you will want to return again
To hear the brilliant voices or clever pens.
So come on down this Thursday night.
Nothing will ever feel so right.

Mother- Inspired by Danielle

Why is the bond so strong

When they sense something is wrong?

Why do they continue to care

When we bring them so much despair?

The answer is complicated but simple to say

They are our mothers and they are built this way.

You may not agree with the reasons I state

You may want to shrug off what you cannot debate

From the moment a mother decides to have a child

Is the moment she takes a step towards your first mile

The dreams are dreamt of what you may become

The hopes are there for you to be someone

She kept you smelling fresh and squeaky clean

When all you could do was shit and scream

She held you close when you often cried

Not knowing or even questioning the reason why

Years as a young child go by so fast

It's hard to remember what has past

Those pictures and movies will always keep

The memories that show the love so deep

As the years went by you moved on through school

Always trying to be accepted, trying to be cool

If it didn't work out the way you had planned

She was there for comfort with nothing to demand.

Encouraging you to always do your best

She stood by you when you were depressed

Things will change for the better she said

As she kissed you goodnight and tucked you in bed.

Doctor, lawyer, astronaut and athlete

Not many will achieve these feats

But it does not matter to your mother at all

As long as you get up when you sometimes fall

If you need some help she will give you a hand

Sometimes a shoulder to cry on is the best plan

But advice from your mother is rarely wise to ignore

The wisdom provided guides through whatever you explore

The nurture and love that Mothers provide

Is something that we can accept with pride

Inspired by Moms all around the world

Thank you Mom for being so cool.

Weak Confession

     I have been writing poetry over the last few weeks based answers to a Facebook status I posted which asked, "What inspires you?".   What I have written so far includes topics such as a gold tooth, husbands,Diet Mountain Dew, "ugly men with hot chicks", children, and poor people who dont complain.  Initially I had planned on writing a poem for each response received in reverse order and I have been dreading one response and I didn't really know how to write about it.  Tom said that Thomas Paine, and Walt Whitman inspred him and yes I know who they are and am "somewhat" familiar with the history of each.  I even did a little googling to inspire some grandiose poetic masterpiece to honor such brilliant men.  I have thus decided that I will, with much remorse, have to bow out of writing poetry that will not be able to give these men the credit they deserve. 
     Despite being an English major in college I am embarrassingly much to ignorant of the lives they led to be able to give them their due credit.  I thought about writing about a passion of Thomas Paine's which as many may or may not know is independence, written about in "Common Sense" during the revolutionary war, but I have not yet decided whether this will happen or not.
     Walt Whitman is a poetic genius and I would be insulting his mere existence to write poetry about a man that has given us such great works such as "Leaves of Grass" and "O Captain! My Captain!" the last of which many people have only been exposed to by watching "Dead Poet's Society".
    So please forgive me for this unexcusable failure for carrying out my plan. I give full credit to Tom for providing me with a topic that I am not able to write about without feeling like a complete idiot to anyone that is familiar with the works of these men.  On the other hand so few people would be familiar enough these men to be able to appreciate any poetry that I may attempt writing to give them proper respect.

I'll return another day to subject you to a mediocre attempt of my interpretation of poetry.

Peanut Butter Cookies - Inspired by Todd

It's been a long time and it's time to admit
There are some things I just cannot quit
I've conquered some bad habits in my past
Like PCP, heroin and even freebasing crack  (insert poetic license)

But I do have vices and that I cannot deny
Like women, booze, and eating french fries
Although I may have weakness for all of these
One above all could take the place of all three

Peanut Butter cookies, The love of my life
I could eat them all day and all night
This obession, I admit, is not something new
Since I was a child I knew I was a little askew

I have dreams of winning such niceties
Like just maybe a lifetime supply of cookies
I would prefer this much more than anything
Having them delivered daily to the Cookie King

I've been compared to the cookie monster before
But I have to honest, he's got nuthin on this cookie whore
It's not just the cookie part that is so engrossing
The peanut butter I, for sure, am also endorsing

I will take peanut butter in any form or shape
I will even take it being fed by an ape
I do not like green eggs and ham
Peanut butter is more interesting than spam

Enough of this nonsense, I swear I do not fool
That sweet creamy taste makes my mouth drool
Even by itself I crave the nutty flavor
I will forever have vats of it to savor

I've bathed for hours just laying on top
It doensn't get much better, I just couldn't stop
But yes I must admit that I would throw it away
To have a lifetime supply of PB cookies tossed my way

Tossing cookies wasnt really what I meant
But you get my drift, my message has been sent.
So I will leave now and you can bathe in my wake
Inspired by peanut butter cookies for heaven's sake.

Believe it or not. :)~~

by Dan Gasser on Friday, March 12, 2010 at 11:04am

I have discovered a talent in hiding
A special gift some long to possess
A talent which may get some chiding
What better way my heart to express?

Take not from me the gift of verse
Or prose if you wish to choose
I shall bedazzle you and it will immerse
Your mind, soul and body shall be infused.

Do not count syllables, they will not match
Do not question words strung together
Broaden your horizons and you will catch
A parallel universe you have tethered.

Keep watch for these profound revelations
A prodigy you shall witness reborn
You can scoff at my insinuations
My poetic license will not be scorned.

Powerless

by Dan Gasser on Wednesday, July 21, 2010 at 3:43pm

The lack of power
The control I lack
Renders me useless
I'm addicted like crack.

I try to understand
The way things must be
I strain to find
Rationality

I have the knowledge
From experiences past
I know what lies ahead
How to maneuver the path

The way may not be easy
I do so dread
But trod on through this maze
You will not be misled.

I do not write of thoughts in my head
I write of feelings in my heart
I do not know how we should tread
We can't find the answers until we start.

I Am The Chosen

by Dan Gasser on Wednesday, July 21, 2010 at 10:36pm

The art of the mind
Can reveal itself in so many ways
These ways do I unwind.
In rhyme, song and prose or even screaming in a craze

I rant and I rave
in circles at times
I bellow with laughter
Whilst crying with the chimes

Nature is music to my ears
Her words are soft and gentle
The wind blows, pokes and jeers
Laughing together with the sounds
Of the truthful noise that brings us close


The words stream together
In a blissful mindless mush
Of thoughs, feelings, and whatever
At that time happens to be our crush.

This night I feel lucky to know
My beliefs will bring not one tear
For my cock rises up to crow
My proud thoughts for all to hear.

Its about time I know what I wanted
Its time I fought for how I feel
For my steed to finally be mounted.
And ride off into the sunset for real.

So tell me mother nature
Am I the one you seek?
To whirl me about spinning my yarn
Do I have no paddles in this creek? ;)

Whirrrr

by Dan Gasser on Thursday, July 22, 2010 at 9:12am

A computer boots up
The hard drive spins
We never even had time to sup
Before the crash was heard in the din.

What's that noise
I thought I heard?
It couldnt be the wailing of joys
The devastation is truly absurd.

BSOD
Blue screen of death
The incessant and irritating beep
Warns of trouble under it's breath.

Time to move on
Time to trade up
Save your data
or lose your past.

Roulette

y Dan Gasser on Thursday, July 22, 2010 at 7:38pm

I dont choose
To make bad choices
I cant lose
The ideas of the voices

The only solution
Is to clear my head
Just one wrong revolution
Russian roulette and bang Im dead.

Excuse the words said above
They are not meant to cause a scare
but they rhymed so nicely enough
I had to show you my thoughts and share.

Seriously though, Im not suicidal
I love life to the umpteenth degree
But poetry is somtimes my rival
And its flow sometimes wins over me

Pain

by Dan Gasser on Friday, July 23, 2010 at 10:28am

And so here I am and so it begins
Another weekend is upon us
Where to go, who will let me in?
Why does this feel like a crush?

I feel a little alone
Maybe I need a slap
To venture to things unknown
and stop hoping for a nightcap.

I know what I need and here is what I shall do
Go with my instinct and follow it's flow
Grab the wine and corkscrew
And put in check.... my libido.

Although I must be real about what may occur
I cannot control how I think and feel
A phone call or an invite is what I prefer.
My intentions are, for me, far too real.

Where To Begin

by Dan Gasser on Friday, July 23, 2010 at 10:52am

True friendship is the place to start
Spending time together and not apart
To build the connection without the fear
Of how we feel when we get near

Be it a minute, an hour or a night
The time is precious to spend it right
Laughing and talking is what we need
To break through the wall we feed.

Comfort

by Dan Gasser on Saturday, July 24, 2010 at 1:03pm

The hunger rolls through
Like a wave with a purpose
Feed me with your scent

Crashing down into the night
White crests fall to the shore
Climbing quietly upon the slope
Until it must recede once again

The neverending pulse
Of wanton abandon
The danger of the unknown
Brings us closer to our peril

Keep your head up
While you ride the surf
Eye on the prize so they say
Things will be..... okay

Crystal Ball

by Dan Gasser on Sunday, July 25, 2010 at 3:54pm

The sweat oozes from pores you cannot stop
The heat of the day sears the skin
I want to feel you near and grin
Say its not only the heat thats hot.

Above the covers we lie in peace
Breathing heavy its hard to cease
Again and again and again you plead.
That is what every man needs.

Ahh.. isnt it sweet to dream of what could be
With the right women right next to me
But alas this women circumvents my clutch
The future will show if I have the touch.

Insane

by Dan Gasser on Sunday, July 25, 2010 at 6:44pm

Insanity is but only a word
To categorize something absurd
Crazy is a term casually tossed around
To describe people outside our comfortable bounds

Listen to me and I will declare
There are stranger things in the air.
I've been to some places that are bizarre
There and back I've come from afar

Beware of those that claim to be sane
A category that is hard to obtain
Those are the ones you should second guess
The truth lies beneath the guise of success

I do not claim to be
Anything short of insanity
I protect, fight, love and cry
For those that deserve to be by my side

Call me crazy if you will
I expect nothing less and I shall instill
that the mind may work in mysterious ways
But stay close to me and we'll set the world ablaz

Greener. Not.

by Dan Gasser on Monday, July 26, 2010 at 10:03am

Have you ever driven so fast
You couldn't see the cars you passed?
Have you ever driven through a wall
To get away from it all?

Beyond the wall is another dimension
A continuum of similar intentions
It may not be worth the ride
The grass is never greener on the other side.

I Know What I Want

by Dan Gasser on Monday, July 26, 2010 at 1:48pm

I've decided that I am not confused

I know the things I choose
I can see her waving from her car
I can see her through the window at the bar.

I know exactly what I want to be
I know precisely who I am you see
I know that I dont belong here
That to me is very very clear

Once you know where you belong
It's easy to see where you went wrong
But until you know who you are
You will struggle chasing that star

For me I've learned what I need
I've become one with the words I heed
And although I'll keep it to myself for now
Trust me I know what I want.. I think.. somehow.

"Annoying"

by Dan Gasser on Tuesday, July 27, 2010 at 12:06am

Have no fear this is not by any means profound
I have just buried her in the ground
You may say what did she do to deserve this fate
The answer is something you could easily debate

How much pain could she have possibly caused?
If you were here then you would not have paused.
Incessant and bothersome beyond anyone's comprehension
To be out of my misery, not hers, was my obsession

So finally I did what I knew had to be done
Forgive me my friends but I have finally won
I will now sleep peacefully thanks to that
When after all this time the flyswatter went splat!

Let Me Help

by Dan Gasser on Tuesday, July 27, 2010 at 10:34pm

I can see you smiling through the tears
Tears of anguish you try to push aside
Years of pain you have long suffered
Come to an end and begins a journey of pride

Tell me your woes and open your heart
Show me the doors that have slammed so hard
We will open each one despite the stormy weather
And begin the healing process together.

But the doors have not just been shut
They are locked deep within the senses
So deep we go into the fortress of the mind
We will forge a key and spare no expenses.

It wont be easy as I can surely tell
But trust me its still better than hell
One by one the doors will fade
And what was once a door will be a gate.

A gate with signs displaying signs of danger
Be careful they say you may not want to enter.
But the gates dont stop those brave eough to pass
I have been warned whats there may kick my ass.

We will storm through these gates of fear
Daring ourselves to confront what is clear
Dont be shy to hold my hand
It will grasp on tight into this land

If perserverance means alot
Then you, my dear, keep what you've got
Your strength and passion will keep you alive
Through the pain and tears wading we strive

I can see you smiling through the tears
Tears of Joy from the win you've achieved
Years of pleasure will follow this day
Just remember who showed you the way. 

Alone

by Dan Gasser on Wednesday, July 28, 2010 at 11:25am

It's harder than you think it would be
Your beauty entices and invigorates me
It's not easy watching you strolling through my dream
Without knowing the pain I can't stop feeling

There certainly is no reason for me to feel this way
I can only imagine to be loved again someday
The future is coming up fast and this is true
Why must I spend another minute without you?

My options are limited and I don't have much space
Why would someone want to look at my face?
Sitting in a chair alone in this small room
The walls are closing in and I must get out soon.

My wants, my fears and my insecurities
Continually venting lest I explode in a fury
I feel the passion burning inside my chest
I need to feel reciprocation and will accept nothing less.

I understand the reasons I can't have you
Although things will change and I'll prove
I'm worth my weight in gold
Until my soul is sold.

To Paulette

by Dan Gasser on Wednesday, July 28, 2010 at 8:15pm

I say ask and you beget this in motion
A poem for you,an angel spanning the ocean
A Beautiful person inside and out
Stay tuned and the truth will show I'm devout.

A magical radiance envelopes your existence
You've been there for me despite my resistance
I love you for your unconditional friendship
And for staying strong with your grip.

Through difficult times you've been around
When all I could do was crawl underground
You've lifted me up when I felt so alone
You've given me courage to conquer the unknown.

Believe me when I say these words
I treasure what we have become throughout the years
You are and will always be
Close to my heart and across the sea.

Happy or Sad?

by Dan Gasser on Thursday, July 29, 2010 at 12:24am

Which of these is easier to read?
A sad poem or one that is happy?
Do you enjoy reading about someone's glee?
Or you you prefer drowning in their misery?

If I wrote about sex, which sometimes I do
Or at least insinuate the pleasure it brings
Then will you not read a verse or even two?
Engross yourself to expose your own yearnings

I can write about anything you choose
So long as you dont judge my views.
I'll bring you to the edge and back
Of those emotions we sometimes think we lack.

I will write about the joys of life
How wonderful my kids are and leave out the ex-wife
Ill write about the beautiful women I know
And how each one can make me glow

I dont need to have intimacy with a woman
To believe what Im saying is honest and open
I can live without the casual fling
As long as I know what I can bring.

I know the right woman is near
I just need to make it clear
That I want to do things right
Despite the reflex of flight.

My kids bring me joy every time I see them
Regardless of the aggravation he causes her and her, him.
My daughter is a beauty and smart as well
My son is brilliant and is difficult to quell

But alas these two are growing up fast
I just hope they dont forget their past
They will soon be on their way
To riches I dreamt of in my day.

Moving along to another topic at hand
Sadness and misery must take the stand
Because I know that we have all felt
The pain of love and the hurt of doubt

It is sometimes easier to express regret
Than to embrace our mistakes and not forget
I wont regret the things I've done
They have made me what I've become

The sorrow and hurt that I've endured
Have pulled me through and I've matured.
The next time I pull over to smell the rose
I'll be sure to check for a wasp enclosed.

So the question stands what would be your choice
The joy of life or the pain in my voice
Which will bring you closer to the truth
Its all about growing up to teach the youth.

Wisdom is knowledge you only can achieve
with experiences good and bad perceived.
Pass them along to those more naive
And only then will you truly believe. 

I'll Wait

by Dan Gasser on Thursday, July 29, 2010 at 2:04pm

 

I cant stop the press as my mind continues to spew nonsense
I truly think something is corrupted, my wires crossed is my defense.
But nevertheless I must persist
To try to emote these feelings that exist

I want to call every hour on the nose
To let you know my feelings are not composed
They are wandering around without a clue
Stumbling over themselves with two left shoes.

Sometimes they move in circles if they are in a groove
It's better than falling face first with nothing to prove
With a circle they don't need a place to start
They just keep swirling around in my heart

The issues occur when they get tripped up
Kicking themselves like a little windup
Eventually kicked to shit and then
Face first in the dirt to up and do it again.

My troubles are mine and I don't want to unload
on someone so beautiful with that auspicious glow
When the time comes that it's right for you.
I hope that I'm there in the same venue.

It's difficult to express my thoughts in person
It's easier to write them blinded by bourbon
But there it is for all to see
My brain is deteriorat-ing

This is Me

by Dan Gasser on Friday, July 30, 2010 at 2:32am

Short, Bald, and Fat might be what you see.
But to others that's not who I want to be
I wish you noticed my soul, spirit and character of strength
Instead you judge and condemn always keeping me at arm's length.

It's really quite astonishing at how close minded you are
I've come a long ways to be open thus far
The negativity that surrounds your presence
Leaves a bad taste, nasty is it's essence

I haven't always been fat, at least not so much
But your preposterous insults are hurtful as such
You bring me pain with words and your neglect
But aren't my feelings something to protect?

Yes I'm short and that I cannot hide
But is that really all that bad? I am taller than wide
I cant help it if my height bothers you
I cant grow anymore despite your ridicule.

The loss of hair is something I try to diminish
To some being bald is quite distinguished
But laughing and joking and pointing out my flaws
Makes me feel like Im being ripped apart with claws.

So here I am with all these insecurities
Brought about by your spitefulness despite my pleas
I must leave and get away to start anew
One last thing I need to say... F..... U.

The Truth

by Dan Gasser on Friday, July 30, 2010 at 11:34am

It's unusual the way some react
I find it strange the way the odds are stacked
I swore I would never break the pact
And still it remains intact

I think I may like that way this is going
I have options that are now growing
I should have known I would thrive
as I move towards this goal with drive

Although I question myself often enough
The answers I respond with are just fluff
To truly get to the bottom of my heart
I must begin not in the middle but at the start.

Please don't misunderstand what I mean
I do not try to follow a scheme
I will succumb to where my heart desires
Despite the effort I'm sure it requires.

With great concern I care how you feel
But beware it is your heart I will steal
Don't let me under your skin
Because once I'm there, I'll win.

It will be hard to reject the advance
of my wit and charm, my tools to entrance
Once I place my lips upon yours
You have no choice whilst the ecstasy pours

To resist temptation is a noble trait
Except when I'm the one who waits
Take a hold and come for a ride
You wont regret the secrets I hide.

I do not claim to be G.Q
I only want to be with you
If you dare take the fortunate leap
Step boldly into pleasures you'll reap

I'm not a knight in shining armor
I'm a man with a purpose and not just a charmer
Take me for the man that I am
And when I put it out, take my hand

Take it quick for I am sure
Calling it destiny may be absurd
My destiny lies with those who wish
To give me their heart on a silver plated dish.

I know how truly special you are
That's why I have waited thus far
But delay much longer and it will be hard
To keep my heart true without getting scarred.

Tiki Party

by Dan Gasser on Saturday, July 31, 2010 at 2:30pm

 

Depsite what you all may think
Tonight is a good night to drink
Goin to a party with Tiki's a blaze
I'm gonna be in a craze

Old friend to see
new ones to meet
Nothin's gonna stop me
From dancin in the street

Work hard and party harder
A nice hurricane is a good starter
Lets go out and have some fun
Tonight will be round #1

My attitude is changed
No more sulking
Good times are to be had
To be in my world I'm glad

To those that wish to join in
Call my cell and the fun shall begin
Yes I am a little insane
But I will enthrall you with my warped brain

So one last time
I need to ask
My words are poetically sublime
Can you handle this task?

It's ok if you cant handle it
I'm a little off center
In case you hadnt noticed
The dust devil is now a twister

Lighthouse

by Dan Gasser on Monday, August 9, 2010 at 9:18pm

In the pitch black darkness of the night
A radiance glows from a far away distance
A slow throbbing shine over the water
Make me realize how close I really am
Its a pleasant sight to see after so many days
Or weeks it could be for I have no recollection
Of when I awoke after drifting since it happened.
Everyone else gone in one swift sweep
It came from nowhere across the sea
Like God's broom sweeping us to the depths
Completely off guard the wave struck swiftly
The pain of that moment still haunts me to this day
Wife and child snatched up right in front of me
I can still hear the faint screams being smothered
Smothered by the 20 feet of water that crushed us all.
I remember seeing them both through the hazy mist
I tried to save them, I swear I did
I swam with all my might pulling oceans towards me with each stroke
Kicking tidal waves behind me going as fast as I could
I should have gone faster, I should have been stronger
I screamed their names, I screamed their names again
Finally I arrived and there they were
There they were but without expression.
It should have been me..they didnt deserve it.
Hours went by drifting out in the open
Mind seesawing as the white crests broke upon my chest
I couldnt count the days I was hoping for it to end
When I awoke to see the slow strobe off in the distance
As it came closer with each rise and fall
I could hear them laughing in the winds
They laughed with love, love for life itself
Love for the adventure of being on the edge
The laughter gradually softened and became a whisper
The whisper of comfort and words of wisdom beyond their years
The light is there for you Dad, Its there for you Honey, I hear them say
We know you tried you always tried they say, but it was time.
As the light shines down upon me I can see the truth
The beacon of hope for all in the sea
Countless lives saved by this outcropping of love
It saved mine this day or I would still be drifting in my own desparate sorrow.

Emotions

by Dan Gasser on Monday, August 2, 2010 at 11:03pm

 

I've tried to tell you
But you dont seem to listen
I've given up trying
To convice you your missing

I have a thought
Every now and then
Usually they are fleeting
So I wrote it down again.

This time my thoughts
May seem a little strange
But Ill let you be the judge
Being the one forced to read

I woke up this morning
All alone in my bed
I rolled over and realized
My emotions were dead.

I felt no sadness
For being all alone
I wasnt even mad
I had broken my phone.

In a fit of rage
The night before last
I smashed the effer
Because of what had passed.

I remember the words
Exchanged in the heat
The harshness that came
and knocked me off my feet.

So this morning comes
And my eyes are dry
My concsience is clear
But I dont know why

But Im not angry
And I dont feel remorse
I have lost the ability
To emote from a source

Sure emotions can be faked
But I say what good is it.
Without feeling the passion
I'd rather load my own bullet

So here I am
Eating cereal from a bowl
I find it hard to believe
That I've lost my soul.

I dont feel any love
I dont feel any hate
I dont feel like I'll ever
Find the right mate

But what does it matter
My emotions are gone
Swept under the rug
Like a poorly written song

Maybe I need someone
Someone that wants to save me
A rescue on my behalf
To convince me to just be.

But like I said
It doesnt really matter
If they ever come back
Ill ignore their pattern

It's easier to diffuse
The poison of the potion
If emotions arent lubricating
The gears set in motion.

Take a Ride

by Dan Gasser on Tuesday, August 3, 2010 at 4:42pm

 

There she is
The woman of beauty
The one in my dreams
The one I call cutie

I know I'll find the woman for me
A woman that is my true destiny
Maybe I havent met her yet
She may be closer that I would ever expect

But whoever and wherever she is
Ill be here for when she realizes
That I'm the one for her without a doubt
A man that will be with her loving throughout

I know what she is like and what makes her sing
I know she is kind hearted and the happiness she brings
The passion she has will blow me away
The tenderness she shows will guide the way.

Im not afraid to grab on tight
To a woman that I know is right
But I must be careful to make the right choice
Unlike before I want to have a voice

Mutual respect is a foundation to grow on
This friendship is destined to be quite strong
Once the strength is there we'll see
How love will blossom like a flowering tree

There must always be a place to begin
To find the secret of love and passion within
Do we begin with a quick lunch at noon?
Do we begin with dinner and drinks will ensue

There are options we have
Places to start
Journeys to begin
to find our heart

Should I be an obvious courter to all
Do I admit my obsession or do I stall
Shall I commit myself to one beautiful lady
Or do I secretly wait to confess so bravely

Whether she has her heart on a sleeve
Or needs a little help with the release
I will assist in any way I know how
Because I know she is worth it now.

So when this woman shows up
I will take my time
I wont pressure her feelings
But she will certainly know mine.

The hard part is to know where to look
Far away or in this neck of the woods.
I've decided that Im not going to try
What will be will be and Im not sure why

So if you dare to take a leap of faith
Wait for the bridge then jump off the train
You will land in a river of truth
Flowing with passion and the vitailty of youth

But if Im clueless and I just dont see
Show the truth that you are close to me
Distance means nothing in matters of the heart
I'll move my world to Mars for a fresh start.

Frustrated

by Dan Gasser on Tuesday, August 3, 2010 at 9:02pm

 

Enough of this shit
Give me a beer
Give me a big hit
Coughing til I tear

Give me a bike
To ride til dusk
Spit with chew
While you eat my dust

Ill start at noon
Ending next week
The flavor of the binge
I shall not speak

You may not like it
Not all men do
But this women I know
Will do you too.

Her lips are supple
She wont say a word
Move her how you want
But she squeaks like a bird

For $65 online
Or 85 in the store
Trust me it's not worth it
Just to say you scored.

So take it from me
Stick to your booze
It may be more lonely
Than a rep that's bruised.

So give me a slug
Of that whiskey on the shelf
I'll be fine in the morning
After I pass out

Difficulty

by Dan Gasser on Thursday, August 5, 2010 at 8:49pm

 

It's hard to write
something that's not real
It's difficult to know
The pressure I feel

I want to write
Whats comes to mind
I want to expose
The steel ropes that bind

My wrists are bound
Tight and secure
They cant reach high
Or write what is pure

To say what I want
To feel what I feel
Is it worth the cost
Of a soul to heal?

Although I must say
It's not me that will pain
Those that I write of
Are poetically exposed by my brain

I want to say
Things beyond comprehension
Explaining my heart is true
Without causing dissention

So do I write in public
For all to see?
They dont know
This person I need

The confusion I bring
To the table is suspect
My inquiries are poorly timed
The answers I get, I expect

It's not unusual
For me to fail
I scare them away
With wind in their sail

But I do hope
That someday I'll find
One that can see
Openness in my mind.

The woman I dream of
I will strongly decree
That as strange as I am
She's proud to be with me.

But unitl that happens
Do I wait quietly in the shadows
Do I wait for the wall of words
To flood the narrows?

It comes without warning
Flowing fast and flowing strong
Pushing my will to the brink
Knowing my pen has plenty of ink.

I can write for hours
About pain branding my heart
For days on end I'll type
Never knowing where to start

So until I figure out
What this is all about
Take pity on this man
He does the best he can.

The Woman Of My Dreams

by Dan Gasser on Friday, August 6, 2010 at 12:31am

 

I've met the woman of my dreams
She's tall, thin with long dark hair
She gives me chills even in the steam
She spins my world around like none can compare

I've met the woman of my dreams
She's small and stout with short blonde hair
She lifts my spirits when they get too extreme
She is my rock to her I am fully ensnared

I've met the woman of my dreams
She's just the right height for spooning at night
I can feel the aching churning in my bloodstream
She fills me with passion and I know it is right

I've met the woman of my dreams
She changes her hair daily but I dont mind
Her love of life shows me we're a great team
I'll keep her close cause another like her I cannot find

I've met the woman of my dreams
I yearn for,need and adore this lady
I cant believe the words I want to scream
She's happy she's mine claiming me proudly

I've met the woman of my dreams
I know I've found her finally at last
I've described her above in so many themes
But yes I'm happy despite my past.

"The Storm"

by Dan Gasser on Friday, August 6, 2010 at 4:00pm

 

She stretches forward
And pulls back just a bit
She fights the forces
That are trying to restrict

The pulsation is hypnotic
As she continues to surge
Stronger and faster she goes
Never able to appease the urge

The hours swim by
As minutes casually coast
The seconds are crawling
As we capture these the most

Take these moments with you
Capture them forever
Tomorrow is another day
Another storm to weather.

"Power"

by Dan Gasser on Monday, August 9, 2010 at 3:55pm

 

The chill of the night air
Calms the heat of the day
With each soft breeze
The humidity fades away

As I take in the briskness
I begin to comtemplate
Thinking about the days gone by
What have I done to be in this state

Like a lone eagle soaring high
Like a lone shark swimming deep
Like a lone wolf hunting game
The hills I must climb are steep

Ill snatch that rodent off the ground
Eyeing it from high above the clouds
Dinner for one with none to share
I'll protect my catch for which I'm proud

I'll rip that dolphin into shreds
If it dares to come across my path
The meat is sweet upon my pallet
Try to take it away, feel my wrath.

Sly and cunning Ill devour the sheep
With a quickness you have never seen
The pack, they can fend for themselves
My hunger is much too obscene

This is the place to which I've arrived
Traveling across this mighty land
Oceans conquered and mountains climbed
Now laying peacefully in the sand

Here I lay my feet they are bare
Drifting into a dreamless sleep
When I wake I will know
That truth is just and my will competes.

The fact is that with all my power
It's still feels a little strange
To watch the women pass me by
Seemingly aloof and a little afraid.

I will soar, dive, hunt and kill
I can withstand elements alone
I see what I want and will obtain
My treasures I need to bring home.

So beware those that wish
To block my way I'll eat you alive
Yes you are like a tasty dish
This awesome power will thrive.

For Melissa

by Dan Gasser on Monday, August 9, 2010 at 4:46pm

 

A request came from a woman that is quite unique
A woman of talent in her own right beyond mine by far.
She asked to write her a poem without beauty of my rhymes
Sure I can but to what do I write for..just words?
You must have some idea otherwise the cause is without purpose
Cause without purpose? Is that even possible?
The possible purposefullness of the cause itself is enough.
I've claimed to be able write without needing a theme
So here I am in all my glory searching for something that will inspire.
I can write about beautiful women or the tides of the Atlantic
I can write about poetic muses that have whispered to me at night.
Wordsworth and Keats have written of these but alas do I?
Do I succumb to the hype of writing about thoughts of others?
Penetrating my thoughts they come without warning.
Piercing through the thick wall of consciousness
The subconscious gets a little taste of external poisons
And soon enough the thoughts of those become mine
To write unhibited I must confess the difficulty of this task
But so I shall as I've been prescribed to do
And as the words flow from my fingers so does emotion
I write these poetic verses that she asks me of.
I write them with fervor ...
Tomorrow.

Lighthouse

by Dan Gasser on Monday, August 9, 2010 at 9:18pm

Is the pitch black darkness of the night
A radiance glows from a far away distance
A slow throbbing shine over the water
Make me realize how close I really am
Its a pleasant sight to see after so many days
Or weeks it could be for I have no recollection
Of when I awoke after drifting since it happened.
Everyone else gone in one swift sweep
It came from nowhere across the sea
Like God's broom sweeping us to the depths
Completely off guard the wave struck swiftly
The pain of that moment still haunts me to this day
Wife and child snatched up right in front of me
I can still hear the faint screams being smothered
Smothered by the 20 feet of water that crushed us all.
I remember seeing them both through the hazy mist
I tried to save them, I swear I did
I swam with all my might pulling oceans towards me with each stroke
Kicking tidal waves behind me going as fast as I could
I should have gone faster, I should have been stronger
I screamed their names, I screamed their names again
Finally I arrived and there they were
There they were but without expression.
It should have been me..they didnt deserve it.
Hours went by drifting out in the open
Mind seesawing as the white crests broke upon my chest
I couldnt count the days I was hoping for it to end
When I awoke to see the slow strobe off in the distance
As it came closer with each rise and fall
I could hear them laughing in the winds
They laughed with love, love for life itself
Love for the adventure of being on the edge
The laughter gradually softened and became a whisper
The whisper of comfort and words of wisdom beyond their years
The light is there for you Dad, Its there for you Honey, I hear them say
We know you tried you always tried they say, but it was time.
As the light shines down upon me I can see the truth
The beacon of hope for all in the sea
Countless lives saved by this outcropping of love
It saved mine this day or I would still be drifting in my own desparate sorrow.

Trapped

by Dan Gasser on Tuesday, August 10, 2010 at 8:41am

 

Trouble is born unto the world
The knowledge of the evil spreads itself quickly
Surrounding our existence with little slack
We will suffer until we can no longer control our passion

Dont attempt to understand how it arrives
You will know just by the shifting of the air
When it enters the room and the chill burns your skin.
Let it be and it may pass through quietly.

Place one hand upon your heart and pray
This is a power that you cannot defeat
Your only chance is to ignore its presence
Cover the sound of your heart lest it hears

It feeds on your heart and can read your mind
It wont let you go until your soul has been drained.
But dont sleep just yet the change will happen
When you least expect it the sun will rise again

Prior to drifting off into a waking sleep
Your mind expands and your heart fills with blood
You will feel your soul returning to it's home
Ready to begin the new life you need so much.

With soundless noise your heart beats slowly
Drumming faster and louder with each breath
Chest heaving and the mind becoming clear
You see the reason for this change

Like a butterfly exploding from it's dismal coccoon
You rocket high into the midnight sky
Landing upon the very star you used to place your wish
Here is where you will feel the real heat

Soak it up and drink it in as it envelopes your entire being
You know it came for you and it conquered you with a power
A force you can only experience when you open your eyes
Open them wide because the evil is live and you are in......

Friends

by Dan Gasser on Wednesday, August 11, 2010 at 1:10am

 

Remember those days of our tender youth?
Traveling backwards through time
Finding where the walls were built
Realizing the walls were not just mine.

Living in the city amongst the crowd
Trying to stick out, trying to blend
Wearing the clothes and walking the walk
Trying so hard just to find a friend

Traumas occur and we stand our ground
Events change the young and eager
We timidly approach the fight to bare
Passions emerge and thoughts linger

As the years go by and we grow a little wiser
We can see those that shaped our souls
Appreciate your friends for they have been
By your side through thick and thin

"Fish in the Sea"

by Dan Gasser on Wednesday, August 11, 2010 at 1:11pm

 

A long time ago we were ready
To conquer the world just you and I
We pledged to fight those that rejected
The goals we had and our will to survive

But years have passed and dreams haved faded
The world we knew has conquered us
Rejection adbundant and pledges abandoned
We have survived but our goals are dust.

Can we get back those omnipotent views?
Can we project our dreams with bias?
Why must we suffer as we do?
When will we receive the life we promised?

Answers need to be given
Weneed to understand
So here are the solutions
To our misguided hands.

Trust when I sayI know the truth
Believe in me when I am close
Hold me when you are scared
Release your fears that have engrossed.

Let's go back to those days of yore
Let's build the fire that will warm our souls
We will learn the lessons of life together
With the knowledge gained and passion uncontrolled.

No need to be troubled about the past
Regret doesnt work well with all the strife
Take it as lessons learned and wisdom won
So here's to future fun and my future wife.

"Odiferous words"

by Dan Gasser on Wednesday, August 11, 2010 at 9:46pm

 

Breathe it in
Breathe in deep
Catch the scent
Of the secrets I keep

As the mind wanders aimlessly
We forgot what has brought
Us to our current slovenly state
From the streets in which we fought

I can read the thoughts of many
I can tell by the way they stare
They cant believe this is where I landed
After soaring higher than others would dare

I've been beyond the brain can imagine
Flying high with my feet on the ground
Feeling the pull of these straining urges
Held down tightly by the friends I found

Having something real to reach out and touch
Flesh to flesh and breath to breath
I savor the taste of the comforting words
That forever remind me of the poverty of death

The serenity of the wilting flower
The sharpness of the desert cactus
The darkness of a storm cloud in the heavens
The softness of a childs ruckus

They bring me down to realize the truths
They lift me up for the beauty they possess
I will never forget the places I've been
Or to those my feelings expressed

Perfection

by Dan Gasser on Thursday, August 12, 2010 at 12:35am

 

When I close my eyes I see her face
I hope I never open my eyes again. 

"Hope"

by Dan Gasser on Friday, August 20, 2010 at 1:52pm

Traveling along the winding dirt roads
The cars speed by and dust billows
I dont bother to avoid the cloud
As the dust settles upon the ground
I think back to a happier time
A time of comfort and luxuries so fine
A time of women and spirits galore
Ahhh.. so long ago were the days of yore.
Daydreaming as I walk this path
I sometimes wish of those days gone past
But here I am on the side of a road
In the middle of nowhere and the night forbodes
I've been walking since the break of dawn
Trying find it before the day is gone.
I hear in the distant a growling rumble
And hope its not a sign of trouble
As the volume increases my muscles get tight
I round the bend and I see the lights
As the car approaches and slows just a bit
It passes me slower than I wish to admit
I catch a scent of an odor so sweet
It's familiar and my heart skips a beat
I slow just a little and take a look back
Remembering my life and how it lacks
Shuffling my feet now in the loose dirt
I begin to understand why it's so inert
But this is the reason I'm taking this trek
To find my soul and stick out my neck
Until I find myself I wont be happy
So away I go slow and steady
As the sky dims a hazy shade of red
I realize that it's not my life I dread
I fear of being on this road alone
Of endings my days with a bare headstone
It's a new day tomorrow and I must say
Life is waiting and it wants to play
The darkening sky is rich and deep
I lay down and I close my eyes to sleep.

"Eth"

by Dan Gasser on Friday, August 13, 2010 at 11:24am

 

The week goeth
The weekend cometh
The drinks will floeth
Until I cant drink anymoreth

"For Robyn"

by Dan Gasser on Friday, August 20, 2010 at 1:49pm

 

A poem for a friend can be quite inspiring
And for them sometimes quite flattering
This one special for a truly amazing woman
You will not find a woman less common

You may know her from way back when
You may have had years of fun
If you have known her for this long
You are a lucky person to have been in her song.

She's had some obstacles in her past like most
Issues we all have to some degree
But to come out on the other side of this
Shows us all how strong she can be

Her friends and family love her we know its true
They visit and ecourage her to help her through
Kind words and comfort make her happy
And when I'm near I feel less crappy

She has been through so much and still
she glows with a brightness and a steadfast will
Healing faster than the doctors believed
The progress made is truly hard to conceive.

I know she will be on the stage again
Singing her songs and laughing with friends
In my heart I know this day to be real
With every moment closer to a  life that appeals

So join me in supporting her dreams
Here she comes busting through the seams
of the restrictions forced upon her
With passion for life and for the love of others.