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Higher Evolution

"Don't think that." Are the words we say,

Internally, to keep bad thoughts away.

Cause, they're improper to this day and age,

Because we're so "civilised" in many ways.

But truth be told, we're really not.

We're just animals, full stop.

"Our intelligence separates us from them"

So does, our immorality toward fellow men.

So does, our treatment of women,

So does, our ability to commit sin.

Technology, originally meant to aid,

Is utilised for entertainment instead.

Everyday we claim to fight for world solutions,

As we're burning fossil fuels, in our commuting,

In hundreds of ways we poison the earth with our pollution.

Looking up to space like, "Welcome to Higher Evolution"

Daniel Zuppa

10/12/18

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Adam

A tale is told as old as time,

In it a monster runs amok.

An embodiment of design,

Whose soul purpose is havoc.

It waits patiently, biding it's time,

Slowly you're lured in.

It takes your innocence and mind,

It takes your everything.

Without any satisfaction,

It, continues to feed.

Consuming land, life and fear,

All in the name of greed.

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Release

I wondered if I'd ever return here again. Return to a place that once housed all my hurt, all my confessions. An infinite landscape where my words painted the images for you all to see. A gallery of my existence, hanging on these walls. Where strangers browsed freely my bare emotions. Vulnerable, I closed my eyes afraid of their response. More afraid of their lack of. Afraid that I was so unimportant that they too would realise and walk on without notice of me. And as I write this now I realise that I gave those who felt the same as me an opportunity to walk freely. An opportunity to walk the halls of my anxiety and relate. To feel 'I am not alone' or 'I am not the only one'. To feel, 'If this person can, then so can I.' My aims where to reach only one, but my actions would reach many others.

'You are the light that proves my existence. Forcing my shadow to separate from my form and exposing me.'

Daniel Zuppa

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"Writing, to help, others."

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Glorious

“Welcome one and welcome all!”

How long, I have waited,

To say these words, upon a page,

That I haven’t, yet, updated.

Haven’t written, haven’t typed,

Haven’t touched or even loaded.

Nothing at all, except those words,

Existed, until I started, this poem.

Now I write, from a blank mind,

Letting, simply, the words flow.

Where it comes or where it leads,

I honestly, don’t know.

How amazing though, the words feel,

Escaping, now they’re free.

Liberated, from darkest corners,

Of which, they had, no need.

As all this time, instead of flying,

I sank, cause “Woe is me!

How sad I am, in the Doldrums sand,

That’s pulling, at, my feet.”

But now, it’s all, so different,

And I feel, the energy.

I’m lighter now, without the weight,

Of you, pulling down, on me.

So here I am, the better man,

The best, that I can be.

Cover your eyes, shield your surprise,

As I stand GREAT! As I, am, Me.

Daniel Zuppa

17/11/17

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Misery don't leave me.

My insides, twist and squeeze,

They pull and push inside me,

They feel the pain, I try to hide,

Their honesty, denies me.

I'm denied, the comfort, of ignorance,

I simply know, too much,

Denied, the bliss, it brings,

Because, I'm hindered, by your touch.

All of me, remembers you,

And, none of me, can forget,

Your touch and taste and scent, it plays,

Constantly, in, my head...

In my mind, I can't escape,

But my body, feels it worst,

Crippling emptiness, pouring through,

Stops all, that should work.

My heart can beat, my lungs can breathe and blood can fill me through,

But none of it means anything, if they don't, do this, for you.

I wish the emptiness, could escape me,

In all, truth, of the words.

So I would be, nothing living,

Just a statue, for birds to perch.

Just a memory, soon or long forgotten,

To those, who, remembered me.

A fading thought, to all of those,

Who, ever, noticed me.

But even then, as solid stone, not a particle loose,

The agony, of nothingness, would wash, over me.

Nothing, describes, the pain I feel,

No words, no songs, no art!

No exaggeration or definition;

And metaphors, don't start.

To explain, what it is, inside me,

That simply, seemed, to come apart,

At the hearing, of your words,

Your audible, covenant of the Ark.

Such a thing, a terrible thing,

So powerful, so strong,

It, tore away, what lays beneath,

And simply, moved on.

I question, how I hurt...

When nothing, seems wrong.

My body, is intact,

My organs, have not gone.

With, every thing, in order, I can't understand, but I try,

What is this inside me? Where, does it hide?

How does it, take my joy and force tears, into, my eyes?

How does it fill me, with sadness and emptiness, alike?

How long, until, it's over?

And when it's gone, how long till it, returns?

It's hiding, in, your memories,

It's living, in, your words.

It's exists, in all, your letters,

It dances, on your breath,

In every sound and every perse,

It sits, upon, your lips.

It waits, until, you're with me,

And slowly, creeps along.

Through the air, it glides and soars.

Lifting off your tongue.

It finds it's way inside me, through any and every part,

Then it finds it's way, to the core of me and sits upon my heart.

It lingers and it wretches, everything it can from me.

Here grows the hole, of emptiness, as full as it can be.

Because when you go, you take from,

The part, that once, was us.

So it grows and grows and grows and grows,

Never, is it, enough.

But when you're gone, it doesn't leave.

And I'm saddened, but I know,

If it ever left, as you have too,

I'd, truly, be alone.

Daniel Zuppa

17/11/17

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let November be the start of everything beautiful, let “us” begin.

Maram Rimawi,  writing prompt #66: Write about November (via wnq-writers)

"When November came, it brought with it the Fall. Nature's little warning, had I, been listening at all."

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Me Neither...

Have you ever, held your breath, underwater?

Held it until, you can’t anymore and the panic sets in?

And your body, shakes, to warn you,

And though there’s no sound, you can hear yourself scream?

No? Not yourself? Me neither…

Have you ever, tied a rope, around your neck?

Pulled it tighter and tighter, until you fell “asleep?”

Seen the dark space, where the little voice, speaks?

Then been woken, by pain and the sound of your screams?

No? Not at all? Me neither…

Have you ever, held a blade, against your skin?

Enjoying, it’s cool touch and the sensation, of tingling?

And as you push a little harder, the skin stretches…

And your body gets excited! By the action, by the pressure?

No? Not even once? Me neither…

Have you ever stood, at the platform, waiting for your train?

Looking down at the rails wondering, ”Which one is live again?”

You step passed, the yellow line, and begin to lean,

Then a voice inside you says, “Go ahead. End everything.”

No? Never a close call? Me neither…

Daniel Zuppa

16/11/17

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Paradise Lost

Walking, into a sea, of fire,

Walking in, and the flames raise higher,

All that I see, is the pain of desire,

As angels lay around me, with their eyes on the sky here.

In agony, they struggle to the edges,

While I, search this inferno, for where it's depth is,

Crackling, the heat, breaks against my skin,

Cool as the Arctic, compared to the hell, that lives within.

Head under molten lava and I can't seem to win,

No matter what I do, I continue suffering,

But never from the outside, only from within,

My purpose must be grand, as even here, you keep me living.

Daniel Zuppa

13/11/17

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Ringmaster

The air is alive with electricity,

And it dances to the cheers and applause.

Feel it buzz, as it pirouettes, along your skin,

A ticket, is the price, through the door.

The ring, is a being, all of its own,

Though surrounded, it, never fears.

It astounds, it amazes, sends shivers to your bones.

It's immortal, through every, passing year.

Here he stands, the master, of it all,

The gentleman, the jester, the king.

With his hat and his smile, he'll win you all,

With his show, he'll take, everything.

He is charming, and dashing. So handsome!

His words meet your ear, smooth as silk.

And it matters not, what you ask, of him,

He can do it all, the master of this world.

So beware, The Ringmaster, never falls,

Never falters, or fails, to perform.

He knows exactly, what to do, to make you believe it all,

He knows, how, to keep you coming back, for more.

Daniel Zuppa

11/11/17

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The Void

I try to feel something, anything,

Yet, nothing comes to heart,

The emptiness expands and fills me,

Slowly bursting, me apart.

I’m small, yet, endless,

Grand, yet, minuscule,

And filled to the brim of infinity,

With the space that seems to rule.

It lords over my mind,

Reigns over my heart,

Governs over my soul,

And gently tears me apart.

The intangible, tangibly resides,

In every crevice that is me,

Taking up all the room,

Till my emotions are forced to leave.

Daniel Zuppa

07/11/17

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The Dream

Talk of futures, near and far,

Of times ahead, of where we are.

Of mountainous ranges, and fields of white.

The types of dreams, you wake from, in delight.

Of flying like birds, to our home, far away,

Soaring, back and forth, until we find where to stay,

Our hearts, never changing, as the destination differs,

Just happiness and excitement, as we say, “Should we live here?”

And maybe, we’ll find, that one solitary place,

Or maybe, it’ll be, just a dream, that we chase,

Till, one day, we awake, to an epiphany of truth,

��You’re home is with me, and my home is with You.’

Daniel Zuppa

06/11/17

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me: I'm sorry I'm being a bother

favorite person: it's okay

me:

me:

me:

me: time to die

If they only knew they could ask for you whenever they wanted. All you want is for them to be selfish with you.

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RED

They say it's the colour of desire,

Also, the colour of rage, hatred and liars!

Pile them up, and set them on fire,

White as they light up the sky, with their pyres.

Blood dripping as they're laying there, and crying,

Crimson the colour of life, my reflection laying in it, smiling.

Making blood angels, my horns slowly rising,

My wings stained with the living, as the angel in me is dying.

My molten heart, runs lava through my veins,

Up and down my body, inside I'm set ablaze,

I turn to rock, and crack, red drips through my skin,

Now on the outside, I resemble the devil, that lives within.

Daniel Zuppa

29/10/17

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It's not enough to want. You have to work for it too.

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Where the light goes

The sun, once glorious, and great.

Held up the blue sky, till dark pushed it away.

It's intangible light, pure gold, true wealth,

Gave hope, gave life, gave day, gave health.

Pure joy, in distant form, kept beyond arms reach.

So grand and so powerful, in space it must keep.

The gap between us is so grand, yet I feel everything of you, feel all.

No matter how far I get from you, I still can feel your warmth.

Yet, I'm sorry for all the happiness, for others that you hold.

Since you're forced with all your power, to live in a space, so alone, so cold.

I can't imagine how it is, to live as you live, with all your history, that only you know.

But one thing is for certain, that I know how it feels when you leave and the light goes.

Daniel Zuppa

25/10/17

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1 1 1, one day, Telly

1 1 1, one day Telly,

1 1 1 day, Telly, you and me.

1 1 1, in time, or not.

1 1 1, with us, or without.

Daniel Zuppa

25/10/17