The Poetry of...

Danny Wilson

Spiritual Destination

Believe in God governments or ufo's?
Who knows? Believe what you will
And still life's no better now
So how do we find peace?
Governments crease and crumple where's God?
When blood is spilt over conflicting belief
No relief in church for me
I'm free, you might find that upsetting
I'm letting my spirit guide my destination
Feeding elation to my heart and soul
Secrets told they're whispered in my ear
Quashing fear because I think I know
I'd show but only you can see
Your meaning here on this earth

Retribution

And the smoke rose from the Manhattan grave
Emergency services looking to see who they could save
Western world in mourning for brothers they never met
A sadness that none of us will ever forget
An anger so bitter it will make gods cry
Family and loved ones still asking the question, why?
This is not just a poem but a prayer
To show all of the grieving know that we care
Rest in peace all those that have passed
Retribution must and will be paid, fast.

Wanted

Wanted to write something nice for you
Some little stories of what we've been through
Wanted to let you know how I feel
Wanted to prove to you that my love is real
Wanted to open up my heart
Wanted to show you my soul that would be a start
I typed the first word
And by the time I got to the third
I just knew
The one word I wanted to type to you
Wanted
Its what you are
Whether you are near or far
I want you more each day
Remember you are wanted in every way
Wanted holding my hand
Wanted walking along the beach in wet sand
Wanted in my dreams and in my arms
With me you will come to no harm
Wanted forever and more
Wanting you is what I am for
Wanted in my bed
Yes that is what I said
Wanted by my side
Wanted forever to be my bride...
Two weeks and four days

Raining Thoughts

So I'm stood on a platform waiting for a train
Feel the first drops of the dark cloud above me starting to rain
I look at all the faces around me and smile
I recognize some of the thoughts and it takes me back for a while
Young children excited at the thought of a day trip
A cheeky pair giving an old man on a nearby bench some lip
A young couple kissing, showing off their new found love
The umbrellas go up in synchronization as the rain falls from above
I want to get on that train not to return
There is so much out there that I want to see and learn
The train appears on the horizon its time to leave
I want to desert this gray old town to go somewhere I can breathe
When the time is right then I will definitely know
The rain stops, the sun comes out and arching high is a rainbow
At the end of it in my spirits home there is a pot of gold
Its where I belong like in my dreams I am told

Remembering

My spirit is older than my face
It has embraced my heart and mind
My soul is kind to my conscience
And no nonsense will change my path
I will laugh at life's next trial
Living in denial until the day I die
You may cry at my open mind
Or even find peace in my arms
A soothing calm with my aging soul
Warming the cold with my hearts flame
Call my name I will be there
I do care but I'm no angel
I've been in guilt of angering God
Of spilling blood but I know my faults
No lightening bolts have struck me down yet
But I get a reminder every now and again
To love the rain, sun, wind and the blue skies
So I try

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