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DARMOK:  THE ORIGIN OF THE NAME

Darmok, Shaka when the walls fell:  www.ditl.org/index.htm?daybody=/datseason.php?TNG5

Hi and welcome to the All Poetry page of Darmok.  I support this site with a small monetary contribution and encourage you do so as well. The additional features available make it easy to illustrate ones poetry.

Well, I hope you enjoy all the reading available at AP, including the other poetry data bases such as "Oldpoetry", and if you happen to take a read or two of my poetry, don't be put off by the stinkers you might find.  I've been writing for awhile and I "Know" there are some ripe ones in here.  Leaving them as they are, reminds me of my growth, and hopefully the betterment of my poetry.

Humbleness is a virtue and big egos make for big heads....I wrote this to remind me....to stay close to the ground!  -D


"If ever I would stand from such a place, and cast scowls from selfmade heights, for were it not enough for you to read, I demand more. Knock me down unto the ground and let me feel the earth again."  [Darmok]


Some other thoughts:
False Starts
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The ebb and flow, the highs and lows, the peeks and valleys........there is a rhythm to nature, to life. Without it the old would never be cleansed and there would be no room for something new. In the charred landscape of a forest ravaged by a firestorm, the black and white palette slowly succumbs to natures undeniable strength to rebound and survive. Green, searching for that light that would spark life into a barren land, reaches out without question of whether it is right or wrong. A defensive response to live and not die.

How so must we not react the same, and weather through the worse of times, knowing that there is light and life where that light shines. Even in the pit of our own making, or our circumstance, we have within ourselves the knowledge that "THIS" is not all there is. For us, all we have to do is imagine and believe, will ourselves out of the pit......'see' and believe there is a next step to take and a hand hold to grasp. Look for that hand that reaches into that darkness, as it takes hold of your limp and tired body, sharing the light of day with just a smile or a barely noticeable pat on the back.

I share within these pages my gray, and sometimes my black, but rest assure I am not satisfied with that balance of scale. The intimacy of 'those' days reveal feeling to me, an understanding of myself and recognition of my inner voice. Locked away it would torment me and I would be climbing slippery walls forever greased by my own pain. Letting go, putting down the weight I Do not have to carry alone or at all, frees me to look beyond this instant and hope. Hope is 'that' seed we all posses. That can and will reveal the GREEN within us. That miracle of life, born from the tiniest of dreams and courage. The old adage so often quoted, "where there is a will there is a way", has more power than 'circumstance'.

As for the slippery walls and false starts; the short spurts of happiness found in broken promises, or delusion found in a pill or drink 'are' truly pitfalls within the pit. LEARN. Even a small mouse learns not to get shocked a third time. It is by choice that we sink or swim. I would rather die 'trying' to climb out, than accept the bottom. Realizing I might take a few wrong turns I will not give up, the maze has a solution!

Our experience or time in hell, our dark time, the pit....can strengthen us and keep us from falling so easily the next time. The emotion and revelation of that experience can open doors of understanding; go through those doors with sight on the light that reveals the green in our life, your life.


-Darmok