December 4, 2020

2020 Vision

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 9:09 am
2020 b like
gift undressed
lost in night
upside down
friendship fight

much 2 see
so few do
just dilate
become anew

freedom bit
doesn't fit
most choose cracking
piper's whip

lower unconscious
nonbeing fear
time 2
integrate
all feelings dear

planners of
plandemic
clearly outed
clearly sick
fraudster
predator
psycho mobster
pricks

who shall have
loud last
laugh
ones
not wearing
face fucking mask

empowered
sovereign
self healing
philosopher kings
keepers of
common sense
responsibility

last call
man woman beast
higher plain
awaits
stand tall
with God
create beauty
unleashed.


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November 27, 2020

Islands of Energy

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 8:28 am
Islands of energy
endless revelry
depth of our being
deep water
discovery

A raft
my craft
2 storm your foreign shore
will
machine gun bunkers
await
mi amor

Spring fed
lush land
dreamy volcanos
hot lava
thirsty man
easy to wrangle

Angels on high
persistent songs
patience son
thy day will come

undercover
agent of light
until end of time
seek out
true love
this is my plight.


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November 20, 2020

Arc of Love

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Ralph E. Cook @ 9:09 am
Noah just can't wait 
for the right mate

Time stands still when building

First a home to weather the changes
then deluge escape boat
to float away as sages

With every sunrise
he prays for his partner to arrive
too much prepping
for a single man
in his prime

Why does it have to be so hard
navigation map
time stamped
in our numbers and stars

Tests and transits
what karma left to clear
once upon a time
humans lived
without fear

As that time nears again
we lead ourselves
to the heaven
found within.


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November 17, 2020

Handsome T

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 3:33 pm
Last night I dreamt that I saved Trump from assassination.
My role was to infiltrate the group that was planning to take him down.
While I don't recall many details from the dream, at one point I met the president's soul and he truly was handsome.

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P.S. I did not consent to the recent election.

November 12, 2020

Elysium

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 4:24 pm
Happiness is good for brain health

Today I made the right choice between
asylum and elysium

funny where your sun
might lead you
in the winter dark

wise 2 track
transiting planets
in your natal chart

when one door closes
what opens next

life should flow
with beauty
never boring
or complex

I think it's time
2 break out
those water color paints
again

you have a lovely
singing voice
I truly hope
we become
at least
good friends.


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November 11, 2020

Old Blue

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 5:55 pm
Just 
can't start
old blue
without you

probably 4 the best
take a rest
so many love seats
it's already a love seat fest

which finger did you wave
when you left town

cleaned out your place
5 star nice
even the butterfly chime
flew away with you
assumption bus fare
hefty price

at least I could whiff
your dryer lint smell
while sprawled out
tinkering
under the truck

too early to call the luck

do know avoidance
triggers
my whole family line

this felt so different
nice and easy
every time
we'd span time.


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November 7, 2020

Death Is Yet To Come

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 6:36 pm
Heaven
maybe
just
too heavy

gladiator course
ancestrally designed
All is Mind

time after time
unruly
fever

this time
we free ourselves.



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November 2, 2020

Test After Test

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 11:11 am
Nature is testy
no time for resting
if you want to serve
Thy Will
best get busy
cleaning up
your messy
broken
family

a cracked pot
of shame
insane
not to
try
piece
together
the gang
before the big
shebang

damn I love
how messed up
we are
so much fun
not being
the only one.


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October 31, 2020

Poke the Bear

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 8:28 am
I must really need
to poke
the bear

truth test hairy chest
whatcha made of in there

bear equals dragon
our subconscious secrets hidden

the shading in our painting
gives depth
beauty
meaning

without shadow we spin in circles
two reigns steer our chariot for-ward
suppress darkness
to manifest horror

life
slippery tight rope
no joke

such a gift

cut safety lines
full force fired
directly Divine

careful dears
danger
charred angels
sing saintly

may I suggest
live life more

painterly.


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October 25, 2020

Playing god

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 9:29 pm
Piece by Joe Webb
Playing god
never
plays nice

quite right

quickest way
to commit oneself
to awful
drawn out
fright

another way
to say
man-I-pew-
lay-shun

unfulfilled needs cause one 2 force will hungry dragon

when to play
passive
or active card

peeling back
darkness
healing family
scares

All
my lessons
taught me
right

best to hold
trust
in God
while loving

such is life.


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October 14, 2020

Trickster

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 8:28 pm
You are so fucked
if you ever
fall
for a fox.

The tricky thing
about a trickster
is
they are tricky.

And another tricky thing;
if you ask one fox
about the symbolism
of seeing a fox
at your wedding
to a fox
they will say;
"this is good luck."

Well shucks
if one fox is tricky
two
doubles
your bad luck.

In truth
our own tricking
only
comes back to us.


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October 13, 2020

Heart Fuel

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 2:22 pm
Not that long ago... 
I would use pro-pain
as heart fuel
but the repeated agony
was just
too painful.

Then I switched
to natural gas
but
you guessed it
my love smelled like ass.

Tried D-sell
for awhile
felt like a broke prostitute
mile after
lonely mile.

Then I fell
into jet fuel
burned a few sky scrapers down
too damn hot
4 this truth loving clown.

Went to good old
gas-o-lean
couldn't quite keep this diet straight
skinny love is
way to mean.

Finally
I think I've got it right
care-O-seen
keeps my loving heart
burning
all day
and all night.


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October 11, 2020

Orphan Trained

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 7:47 am
Orphan trained great grandson
can only relate
to Joanna Newsom

just another broken string
on the Heavenly Harp

W.B. Yeats
just
can't
stop
bloody
masturbating
to Madam Blavatsky's
channeled channel

some souls sew
sultry fate
in search of wholeness

while fractured folk
limp along
in blind avoidance

time stands still
when suffering

such a gift
to lose one's bearings
a pause
a pinch
a punch
time
to double down
with self caring

what transit
leads most
to madness

All...
hints with a wink;
"mappers
never lose sight of laughter!"


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September 28, 2020

End of the World

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , , — Ralph E. Cook @ 1:45 pm

September 25, 2020

Straight Through the Fence

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 6:26 am
Spencer Byles Sculpture
I like the way you tick
straight through the fence
forget the risk

What will
be found
beyond
the other side

Freedom bound
inner crown
wholeness
thrive

Many try
to trap
and tame you
wild one

I've got your back
steady track
now that we've begun

To lose
the lost
and lonely
love

To find
a friend
family
fire
fun

So special
safe, sound
sweet
swan song

Long haul
high flight
rest your wings
in my arms
at night.


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September 23, 2020

Family Line

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Michael Dagen @ 9:09 pm
What kind 
of factory
is your family

Dressed for success
or dressed 4 depressed

We choose wisely
top secret
soul lesson hygiene

Only takes one
to crack
an age old code

Our chance
to heal
both young and old

Life is
not what
we've been told

A school to purify
and grow
lost soul

Takes work
takes effort

or just be
a hell bound
avoidance leper

Your choice
your play

We write our own script
once here
forget
it is

All
loving
play


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September 19, 2020

Pitbull Junk

Filed under: Day Gun — Tags: , — Ralph E. Cook @ 6:26 pm
Today I got bit 
three times
by a pitbull

Once on the left thumb
once on the left leg
and once in the junk

I was carrying discarded pears
without a care
to the compost pile
with a smile

Well
hi there puppy
what the fuck
demon message
violence style

Now I sit here
swollen
wondering why

I bleed from my testicles
for the very first time



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