From Life of Onion

GJD Poetry, short for Gregory J. Daniel Poetry, is a collection of poems written by Greg that he kept on his Onision site. (Source) Some were kept as downloadable text documents under the names Poetry 1, 2, and 3. (Source)

Mind Nuts Heart Screws

From the day of my birth,

To eleven years past,

I find that I have not liven,

Every day to it's last...





From the day of my awakening,

Now 8 years past,

I stand as a young man,

With but one spell to cast.





A curse to the world,

I beg to give you all,

With the end of my blade,

Death will let me make the call.





Spinning like the tornado,

Into your heart,

Ripping away,

Towards another victim I start...





It's not like I'm crazy,

Nor am I seeking insane...

It's that the whole world's forgotten,

The value of pain.





And so I stab, I thrust and slice,

Cutting through your flesh,

Only to find a mechanical device...





All these time...

Now it all makes sense...





I was a human amongst machines,

A wicked grin meets my face,

As no other pleasure could suffice.





Realization blooms,

My soul erupts with purity...





I swim with the river,

Knowing I never really...

Lost my sanity.

Song: Seeking A Bronco

Strumming, a guitar not mine,

Four strings alone, I know, so please be kind

I'm not, an artist,

I'm just young and a little pist





Alone in my room,

A flower, that'll never bloom,

their feelings, insincere,

my heart, full of fear





I try,

I try,

but every time I try,

I cry,

I die,

inside,

yet still,

I...





Every girl I find,

the number one girl on my mind,

she, is the one,

and the one after her will be the one,





after she finds,

that I have lost my mind,

I tend to hurt inside,

because she seeks someone else to ride





I try,

I try,

but every time I try,

I cry,

I die,

inside,

yet still,

I...





Notes, can only last so long,

then you have to write a new song,

and with that, I say so long.





Misery In Ignorance

You came home last night,

And I suspect you.

Your strap was down,

So I suspect you.





Yesterday you wore a smile,

Sheltering your ugly face.

You were beautiful once…

The smile made it better,

But now I’ve lost the taste,

and I wish the trash would take itself out.





I love you for three reasons,

Two of them are worth a lot of money.

I think it’s time to leave,

Are you going to pay the taxi man?

I know you have no money,

Yet you get off the charge every time.





Now how do you do that?





11 Months, and two days…

I don’t think I will search for another.

You’re all the same… right?





I would write love poems for you,

For women...

I wonder how long you would stick around,

Three days? Maybe four?





I guess I’ll have to keep on loving your body,

And avoiding your mind, one in… everyone.



Greg Daniel

Creative Writing

March 4th, 2004





Loving Risk

She took her, she used her,

She abused and mistreated her.

I gave her the ticket to my metal ride,

she pushed so hard, she drained it.





Her sticky hands, on her beautiful surface,

Her unsteady foot, to the stable floor.

I swing left and right, she does not care,

I tell her it scares me, she does not care.





I gave her the ticket, I gave her my key,

she took my dear sweet red for a trip,

I am left behind to mend the unseen damage,

I am left behind only to hug her later,

happy it was not worse.





Greg Daniel

Creative Writing

February 3rd 2004





Feeling Fine

I sit here, in my chair,

not wondering, not hoping,

not dreaming, only writing.





Today I could write a poem about love,

about anger,

about issues that I have never thought of before…

but I could…





I don’t want to try today,

I don’t feel like feeling.

I favor the presence of emptiness filled with foam.

At least I’m warm.





Will I die tomorrow?

Will my car give out in the middle of the highway?

The now does not care…

for now, I am fine.





By Greg Daniel

Creative Writing

March, 01 2004





Jerk The Jerk

Every time I look in your face,

Your eyes are dead,

You don’t care for me,

And so I leave,

While you turn back,

And flip on the TV.





I walk to the deli,

And the man looks down on me,

He treats me with a frown,

He looks away,

It’s as if I’m last night’s whore…

I guess I’ll forget to pay.





The world seems to be turning,

And I want to go with the flow,

But it turns the opposite way,

And so I walk in circles,

Smiling like it’s summer,

Yet I’m being swallowed by snow.





I come home and you’re still here,

Staring at the screen,

Ignoring me.

I say there’s dinner,

Then you’ll care,

But instead I see your hand,

As if I’ll serve you.





It’s like every time I try,

I’m wrong.

Since the last day I cried…

I’m just a ghost now.





You’re a cripple,

Or so you act like it,

And I’m the mother’s breast,

It’s only there for when you want to…

Just flip back on the TV.





Greg Daniel

Creative Writing

February 25th, 2004





Ivory Slugs

From Bones to Bullets



Today I lost my first tooth.

Now my face hurts a little...

I guess…





I lost my tooth cause I bit my dad…

…when he tried to hit my mom.

She doesn’t need to hurt like I do.





Five Years





Today I found out I was the best student in class.

Everyone glares at me because of it though..

I don’t care...





I’m the best student.. some say it’s because I’m smart,

But the truth is I Cheat at everything I do.

Thanks to the internet...





Five Years





Today I got my first car.

The engine tends to mutter as if it’s dying though...

It still runs… right?





I “o w n” this car because some other guy didn’t want it bad enough…

When I put the gun in his face, a ll he did was ruin these seats.

Bastard…





Five Years





Today I was arrested for the first time…

Today I was a lmost a rich man…

If that security guard wouldn’t have pulled out his gun,

I wish I could say it was a good thing.

Poor tellers…

It was his fault…





I sit in this cell because five people are dead…

I’ve committed the largest felony in the state they say…

All because I wanted some money,

They say a lot of things.

At least I’m alive…

And now I wish I were dead...





Until Death





Greg Daniel

Creative Writing

February 18th, 2004





Six Golden Towers

Looking up, I see a man,

Pains past from before,

Yet blood still soaks my hands.





I walk into a meadow,

A place where I do not belong,

Seeking out my own crescendo,

To complete my life’s song.





I fall into the flowers,

In this land beyond all seas,

Surrounded by golden towers,

A paradise, devoid of disease.





No one is here to love my face,

For I seek none to fuel this shine,

I feel divine in this enchanted place,

One day to hold my name as a sign.





Tonight I slowly close my eyes,

Beneath the sky of blue and gray,

Blinded by my twisted desire,

A mirage no doctor can take away.





Waking in a place I know too well,

Screams surrounding every inch of my mind,

The battle for heaven bringing on this hell,

The war sought out by my own man of kind.





I’ve lost an eye and the other brings on tears,

Every day I cry, trying to avoid inevitable fears,

I stand today, as a man, fighting the devils hold.





Running to the field, random commands I find,

Ignoring the general, I pull my pistol out of its bind.

6 Bullets a round, head shots the only target I desire,

A target found, he drops to the ground,

I shoot every demon crawling out of the fire.





Fighting for a cause I hemorrhage,

Hoping one day I can live my dream,

Singing my war chant I rage,

The angels begin to fall, allied to my team.





A demon calls me into the flames,

Taunting me, haunting me, but I won’t play his games,

Those who die in this war lose there souls trapped in hell forever,

The Demons demand we give up, screaming back I yell “Never!”





Fighting till the last flame burns out,

In victory chants I shriek and shout,

Looking around I see not a heart beats but still,

And so I walk into the future,

Beyond the corpse-covered hill.





Greg Daniel

Creative Writing

January 11th, 2004





Zero Eleven Three

I’m not a violent person

Sometimes I think violently though

I asked someone about a thought I had

If it made me insane





They said “Yes” So I smiled

And now I think… Wouldn't it be funny?

What if I said... “You’re next”?

Would they laugh, or cry?





And now my hand hurts,

From pressing too hard on this paper.





If anything is insane,

The standards of unnecessary pain is.





Greg Daniel

Creative Writing

January 13th, 2004





Crutches In A Car Crash

They’re hurting me, I need my pills, always,

Help me! So many around, but to them I am futile, please,

They’re in cold shadows, still ignoring my cries, falling,

My mistake, the memory is killing me now, forgive,

Looking at the others, I wonder why I don’t just jump, down,

Pains, they’re so easy to get rid of, my legs, too young to feel this fragile, these,

A fall I fear, maybe I will roll, maybe I will just slide, steep,





I feel… I feel empty… something holds me back, weak,

Hollow, I’m bound to fall through if I don’t walk off now, stairs,

Weakened, where will I land? Impact… I break everything, knees,





by Gregory Daniel

Creative Writing

February 10th, 2004





Sleepy

Is it best to write... when you’re tired..? ...? ...?





Is... it?





My eyes want to close... my mind wants to give...





Is it is it is it? Sleepiness, temporary insanity?





My objective... to wink, shutting to cover at least one more hour...





And after that, maybe again... again...





Can you judge a man by the... the... the...





Forget it...





Maybe I should just sleep...





I know I’m toasty... why so tired from that... aaa...





Each blink flirts more with the final bound... what if I pass out!?





Will the glow of my screen wake me with explosive screams?





No... no... no... I’m just tired.





He Says He's Blue

Tao my wire, split it in two,

Eat the flames, as they cross your eyes…

Take away the force and make it your own…

Or do what he says… he says he’s blue.





Find a fact in a lie, and everyone will tell a truth.





That’s all.





The Noise

The brass hurts my ears…

But the tones love my core…

Hurting me, but trying to sound good…

I let them in… siding with the purest grace…





Covered in noise.





Bursts of power, audio fuels my soul…

Eating away at constriction…

Breaking the chains…

I live for the feeling…





When I fall to my knees,

I will ask for more.

When the noise finds my skull…





Let the blood flow free…





Let the noise flow.





Don't Forget To Fall

Never forget the fact in it all…

Your heart could literally slap the wall…

That dirty wall.





Tomorrow we could all just drop…

Dead to the floor…

That dirty floor.





Many seem to think of life as default…

But it’s only here for those who are lucky enough…

Not to die… just yet.





I look for a meaning… something to pull me through…

And the reasoning shows up… before my eyes…

As the contrary to matters… matter… mattering…





Meaning is nearly meaningless…

As up is nearly down, and you shouldn’t argue.

For the truth is what you see it…

And I see the truth as lies.





Bring me down from cloud… cloud four three two puff…

I want to fall through the cream… into the dust…

Sink away as the grass folds over my eyes…

I’m living… loving… breathless below…





Under the middle day’s sun.





Swept into the sea… cool to my skin…

I am paralyzed and loving it…

Down here… feeling so deep inside…





Letting the creatures grow on me,

I fall further into my destiny…

The dark, the cold…

And yet I feel so warm… pure.





It cools my mind it warms my soul…

Sliding through the cracks of her heart.

Smooth soil, slides across my face…

Smiling as I go.





Deeper, deeper… into the core of our home.

Now it’s cold… as I am destroyed by her force…

Loving, living, lying in death… at this depth.





The best thing about my life was they way I left…

I’m gone now… but at least I touched the womb… once again.





Beethoven

One time I…

One time I…

One time I tried… to die… to live… to be…

One time I… I… I was… in a life…

One not my own…

One will alone… something I could never… ever… own…





One… one time…





Two… two people…

Two… two minds…





I felt it all fall away, and now…

And now…

And now… I’m left here…

And now… I’m left behind… alone again… all again…





One… One… One…

One… One… Time…





Never…Ever… Ever…

Again…





Just that…

One time.





Misc Me

Misc Me Once



Why are we here?

I don’t know…

Why am I alone?

Because you are…

Where am I going?

Forward… Backward…

It does not matter.

When will I get there..?

I hope… soon.





Misc Me Twice





I could build a tower…

I really could…

I would eat a mountain…

I really would…

I should bury my desires…

I really should…

For you…





Poetry 2

Bring me down from cloud… cloud four three two puff…

I want to fall through the cream… into the dust…

Sink away as the grass folds over my eyes…

I’m living… loving… breathless below…





Under the middle day’s sun.





Swept into the sea… cool to my skin…

I am paralyzed and loving it…

Down here… feeling so deep inside…





Letting the creatures grow on me,

I fall further into my destiny…

The dark, the cold…

And yet I feel so warm… pure.





It cools my mind it warms my soul…

Sliding through the cracks of her heart.

Smooth soil, slides across my face…

Smiling as I go.





Deeper, deeper… into the core of our home.

Now it’s cold… as I am destroyed by her force…

Loving, living, lying in death… at this depth.





The best thing about my life was they way I left…

I’m gone now… but at least I touched the womb… once again.



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The brass hurts my ears…

But the tones love my core…

Hurting me, but trying to sound good…

I let them in… siding with the purest grace…





Covered in noise.





Bursts of power, audio fuels my soul…

Eating away at constriction…

Breaking the chains…

I live for the feeling…





When I fall to my knees,

I will ask for more.

When the noise finds my skull…





Let the blood flow free…





Let the noise flow.



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He Says He’s Blue





Tao my wire, split it in two,

Eat the flames, as they cross your eyes…

Take away the force and make it your own…

Or do what he says… he says he’s blue.





Find a fact in a lie, and everyone will tell a truth.





That’s all.





Poetry 3

Is it best to write... when you’re tired..? ...? ...?



Is... it?



My eyes want to close... my mind wants to give...



Is it is it is it? Sleepiness, temporary insanity?



My objective... to wink, shutting to cover at least one more hour...



And after that, maybe again... again...



Can you judge a man by the... the... the...



Forget it...



Maybe I should just sleep...



I know I’m toasty... why so tired from that... aaa...



Each blink flirts more with the final bound... what if I pass out!?



Will the glow of my screen wake me with explosive screams?



No... no... no... I’m just tired.