I see way back,
men who are proud,
with decorated chests, standing piously,
and claiming territories proven by dominance.
But Envy?
No!
Gazing into the eyes of the repressed,
I see fear,
Why can’t there be Love?
Men can be so divine,
or so they think.
More competition it seems…
I Must Be Better, I Must.
It’s a suicide mission,
Enemies are made,
and Brotherhood is Our Only Cure
— Ddm
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Twenty-fifth Lament (1986)
I thought my garden would be growing full
but I’m just gathering soil.
— gathering soil —
I scrape it from my wandering boots,
gather the dust from the streets,
sieve the filth from the air
— gather it together —
Then breath my dreams into it,
lightly whisper my spells upon it,
cleanse it worthy of my garden.
— and —
Here it is my life one third gone,
but I’m still gathering soil.
— gathering soil —
For the garden I thought
would be strongly growing,
brilliantly flowering by now.
— … 2011 —
At twice twenty five with one third ahead,
the wandering remains,
even as my garden bears fruit,
— still gathering soil, gathering soil —
With Tina James for Bart James, Louisville
On the Source of Affinity (1983)
Together we share, Friends are we
Together we’ll know Life Happily
Forever our lives shall depend on the other
Forever we’ll see the marvelous Lover
Laughing and Dancing
Singing and Glowing
Happiness, is Life Knowing,
Love is at the Center of our Smiles
— David DeMuth – 1983
Rufer Avenue (1990)
The Rain comes down in sheets.
Saturation, once I supposed it would be a fine time to die in a shower. One did today, whilst another exploded. Powder keg.
During, I did not understand but it is pieced together now.
A girl, her mother, and her’s.
She is gone now. Burdens lifted, pain anguish, peace.
I will move to the North now, and grow cucumbers, maybe tomatoes. My mother is gone now. Oh my.
I am reminded of peering out a window on Rufer Avenue.
A man, fell to his death, whilst the sheets of rain continued to power down. How many stops did I resonate w/ another.
These times, when the pressure drops, my emotions are stirred. A pattern, water, saturation, moon, saturation.
Contentment when immersed
Surround me w/ your body
Cover me w/ your mind.
Together, we are poured into the chalice of life, to mix, and never separated.
Continue to be peaceful,
Strive to resonate,
Whom am I.
One who enjoys the resonance of the soul, or the driver of such.
Throw away the Past
live today
One day, oh absolutely,
One day
I will be gone.
6/2/90 – Ddm
Last touched: Thu. Dec. 28, 2017
All We Need is Love (1985)
Why & How
Since all we’ve done
I hear nothing
Now that I’m away
You can be free
But with desires
and fullfillment
Always wondering
Now’s the chance
No motivation
Fixed up
Made up
Now’s the Time
I can go
But where
Can’t fly, can’t cruise
Need an excuse
I’ve got plenty
Do it he says
With all thats around
And so few important things to do
My priorities straight
Since all we’ve done
I hear nothing
Now that I’m away
You can be free
But with desires
and fullfillment
Always wondering
Now’s the chance
No motivation
Fixed up
Made up
Now’s the Time
I can go
But where
Can’t fly, can’t cruise
Need an excuse
I’ve got plenty
Do it he says
With all thats around
And so few important things to do
My priorities straight
But my love all gone
Where is she
She who
I’m all alone
Searching, deserving all
Again where?
Just over the Horizon
Chasing rainbows
or maybe just pots of gold
Blowing the chance
or maybe not
Joyously I continue on
Until I know
Love abounds
Ecstatic that I’m free
Now I can be.
Wavering in my mind
Happy to be divine
Eyes open
Ready to go
Ears listening
All’s gone
Ready: instead I sit
Evening approaches
You’re somewhere I’m not
Obviously respondant
Until it happens
I really wonder
Me & my house…
Insistant to be my own
Since only clouds cover
Scenery is dark
You and I
Ongoing ends
Until we meet again: Goodbye
From the Desk of DMDJr.
Sun. November 3, 1985 10:28 pm
Last touched: December 28, 2017
