Danny is a retired Professional Cook and Truck Driver (5 state area) and is currently working on creating an entirely new career for himself as a Poet/Writer & Actor (having portrayed an auto shop owner/mechanic in the short film “Your Carriage Awaits” and is slated to portray the character of Randall Sutto in the up coming production of the “Cracked Mirrors” Episode/s).
Danny considers poetry a wonderful opportunity for him to communicate and connect with all kindred souls in a more personal manner to share some good old “practial food for thought” while also encouraging readers to journey beyond their own comfort zones and explore other subject matter, thoughts and things.
In his words; I usually write from various memories of my own life lessons and experiences and whatever dream remnants I might gather from amongst the disheveled peaks and valleys of my somewhat threadbare cotton pillow cases.
My Beautiful Dream
Mon Beau Reve you held me there in the pout of your stare somewhat bewildered, hopeful and wanting effectively piercing my heart of hearts with your impromptu special something drawing me into the playful babble of your evocative mischievous banter tenderly retooling my bad-boy persona to the cadence of my own sweet surrender puckishly flashing that rosy-pink blush just slightly below your pixie dust halo winning over my every expectation amid the quiet calm of your wispy afterglow charming away my any resistance with your compelling quirky smile flaunting that impromptu special something in your own sassy, sensual style baby you are the cream de la crème mon beau reve my beautiful dream
An American Soldier
he was drained and shaken from what he'd at first thought was a dream replete with grave sorrow and dread stunned by the blast of an exploding light followed by shadowy images that bled a low-pitched hum of predatory horse flies hailed from either side of his drooping head bussing their way along the fold of his ears telling him to go where all the fallen have fled he was determined to send out a warning knowing full well it may never be read having been put down in a scorched field of ruin where only the elite of the dark side now tread he did wonder how come everything was moving so slow and why wasn’t he able to just get-up instead and there was that ethereal-like chiming of harp strings encouraging him to acknowledge and admit he’d been shot and was dying and that soon he’d be dead then the horrendous burning in the pit of his stomach from a well defined pattern of hot spattered lead had finally caused him to realize now he'll never get the chance to say all of those things that he wished he had said An American Soldier
our tears don’t merely cleanse our eyes they help to purge our souls our pain is our own in the wake of every initial shock wave from every jolt that life delivers we immediately seek to adjust the volume (so-to-speak) we strive to negotiate a level of degree to which we feel we might be able to cope with and live with I emphatically believe that we did not come here to just knuckle under and surrender when we find ourselves under attack but to instead face our attackers boldly while tenaciously fighting back so please rekindle that sacred spark from within and ignite your personal courageous to stand your ground again and Fight!