My Finale Miles

please slay the beasts
that guides my thoughts
and bind the angels
thy soul they wrought
in autumns life
and top of grey
my burdens mount
at dusk of day
the one way out
i cannot take
or my one love
I will forsake
disown the sweet
the gentle smiles
as I traverse
my finale miles

Copyright © 2010 D L Ennis

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I’m a Dead Man

I’m a dead man
Wandering through this life
In the wrong time
In the wrong shoes
In a menagerie of blues

A breath missed
Another evil place in mind
In essence of pain
In darkened haze
In a soul ablaze

To leave this plane
Existence denied
To rest to sleep
Desire realized
To me dose seem to be the wise

Copyright © 2009 D L Ennis

In Morning Fields

In Morning Fields

In morning fields
of mist and dew…

© 2009 D L Ennis, All rights reserved.

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We are the Choices We Make

We are the Choices We Make

The image is a composite of a foggy late evening in the woods and Black-eyed Susan’s and Queen Anne’s Lace…the cold and dark and warm and light…it’s always your choice!

Copyright © 2009 D L Ennis, All rights reserved.

NOTE: Permission for the use of my images is granted for personal websites and blogs (THAT MEANS NO ADS AND NO SELLING OF ANY KIND) but is to include a link back to this site and proper credit given to me, D L Ennis. Link to be used…(Visual Thoughts https://dlennis.wordpress.com/)

NOTE: Commercial use, and the creation of prints, must be purchased! For more information you can contact me here.

The Haunting in You

You can’t run from the haunting in you!

Your deed was dirty and evil in kind
Now you’re running for your life you’re loosing your mind
In the midnight forest in the mountains deep
Imagination wide open and your mind can’t sleep
What’s that sound to the left?
What’s that sound to the right?
What’s that sound that that you hear that goes bump in the night?
You set down to rest, your back to a large tree
But fear overcomes you, your mind’s on a spree
Of death and of terror…
And of things that approach you unnaturally
You feel your chest growing tight to your back
As the ground below you opens a crack
A hand reaches up from the cold dampen earth
And you beg to bargain, but what your life worth?
You scream as you promise to change your ways
If God will save you; give you back your lost days
Daylight comes and you’re back on the run
Will you run to the light?
Will you’re promise be done?
As you run you remember the dark will return
Betray your promise and tonight you may burn

You awaken from your nightmare but the damage is done
Do you turn yourself in?
Or do you really run?
You can’t run from yourself and you are what you do
The place where you live is the haunting in you

Copyright © 2009 D L Ennis

Writers block? Inspire and Motivate Your Imagination!

If you are experiencing writers block or just need to refresh your imagination a simple, interesting, and enjoyable way to do that is to get out in nature and or read scientific articles like this…I guess it’s really more like science news.

Monday night, or rather Tuesday morning at 3 am Molly, our puppy, got me up to take her out, so I did and when ever I am out like that at night I watch the stars, wish I could fly among them, any way I had a brief encounter with primordial man and how superstitions got started came to mind. I was standing there watching the stars and sky and in the distance a lone coyote was howling, I supposed, at the setting moon when suddenly a meteor shot across the sky and like I said for a fleeting moment I could have been a primeval man in total wonder of what I was hearing and seeing. I felt a slight moment of fear, superstition, and loneliness as man may have felt it in those times and I could just imagine this prehistoric soul going back to his cave, or what ever, and drawing his story on the wall. It thrilled me to death and I felt like I had never given enough thought to these things before and for that brief moment that I had time traveled back and experienced it. It was amazing and for me a spiritual experience!!!

I have had similarly experienced such feelings while visiting museums where they had exhibits of prehistoric man on display but for the most part I experienced the loneliness of it only.

Never have I ever experienced any of these feelings while watching a film on the same subject I think because of the sheer mechanics of making a film…I can’t help it, when ever I watch a movie I think as much about the writing and everything that went into making that film.

So, I guess the point of this is to say read scientific articles to inspire and motivate your imagination. Also, get out and experience nature, not just in parks and not just in the daylight Night can be a major motivator and inspirer of the imagination…it can take your mind to places and experiences that you will not find anywhere else. Graveyards at night are also good places to find inspiration. I would also suggest that you embrace any fear that may be derived form doing this instead of running from it. Sometimes, especially at night I will take a small handheld recorder with me to record my feelings (emotions), thoughts, and even catch some of the night sounds to use as I begin writing…

Copyright © 2008 D L Ennis

Days Like This

I hate the days
when I exist only in the dark and icy recesses of my mind
When the sun shines bright outside
and misery dwells within
when hope evades me
and the future looks to a dead-end
when awareness frightens my being back to sleep
where a dark corner is my only friend
and the thought of encountering another person
is more terrifying than the end of existence
It’s almost too much to bear…days like this

D L Ennis © 2008

God Bless A

While the beaks and butts of DC squeal and squabble
and the fat-cats whose thirst of more—relax in their leaky bubble
of toxic swill that runs from Wall Street to Main Street
We the people yell in unison, “What about us?”
and we who are innocent watch as the flowing swill surrounds us
and we see our reality in the streets as life stands still
and see our hopes and dreams melt around us
and we realize that the same ole world keeps spinning the same ole way as our pleas fall on deaf ears and we know beyond doubt that we the people are without representation in the great A system that we’ve paid for with blood, and dreams so the few can live high while we learn to live street…

God Bless A