Daniel Berkey's Profile

A schizophrenic child moves through abuse into...

This chronicles a tentative emergence into the...

a coupling at sea comes home

Make the heart...just that, the heart, and let...

the perpetual climb

appreciate it as it scrolls the horseman's...

the launch

A thread is pulled into the ball, and the ball...

once taken, her food beckons, teases hunger's...

Leave off the fashioned gloss of the familiar...

still out the wash comes a new wandering

Can we meet the challenges given the choice of...

set, wait, blast, consummation

a sudden flight of the inner eye

Inside a moment watching itself watch itself.

off the mind into the source, satisfactions and...

traduce the line, my children, time is come,...

Imploding upon the attack, unfolding the inner...

clearing house

The piece elucidates a descent into a familiar,...

Mother was distant, swathed in a private...

To be inwardly drawn to gather the grappling...

It is a delusional mind's break into light seen...

It was a place of worship in a den of...

I was six, and the visions began. The angel...

It is the moment of knowing, of suddenly...

Waking up.

Mmmm, now that's a good cup of joe!

Read it and tell me what you think.

She is an unseen goad demanding my sleep never...

The summation of frustration reeling my head...

A moment of doubt springing the soul to see its...

A vivid mirror not appreciated till it faded.

What goes around comes around, over and over...

An entreaty of the shadow.

Can we create ourselves, recreate ourselves to...

The journey expands on the nexus of dissolution...

Summations of hunger in the life of the...

Climbing into color

It's an ascendancy to the descent, a mobius...

The joy of being alive again after a long death.

After storms' cessation what creates the need...

Ineluctable ascensions to the now.

Can we ever be a help beyond helping ourselves?

A note for my dad.

a window into soul's frost

reflections moving soul into a brighter day of...

a pattern of being becoming a play revisited

Coming out of the ashes of addiction the source...

Poured from the cup of desperation the liquor...

exhortation of release

Uroborus

A caveman's art after the hunt.

Slipped into seeing the edge.

Seeing the mundane propels the extraordinary.

what wood worked my wits into warm, a...

no man's right to ascend the decline of another

The tethering of two into one.

pesky mirrors trashed

feeding on sky

the game

One's end after weaving tapestries of life is...

Jolly ho ho hum...crap digger tum

assuming the grace of beginning again

affectionately, for the lovers of pure...

riffing on the eventide swell round the fire of...

a sudden shard of seeing shrilled off...

visages of a bygone madness rise to wrankle...

embalming the source embalming me

get high to go down and all around into the...

the gated dance about the totem that is none

into the scripts of light and dark the actor...

commiserating with the faces of the pleroma

release

a coming together in the welter of separation

daily supplement

perpetual birth of creation's old new child

coming out of the voice, body becomes light

A man makes a stand, steps out, falls; all...

a memoriam for a soul after an untimely manner...

the entwining of three souls squeezed dry by...

Oh, that old wall, like Jericho, came a...

break a flower into atoms, fleet the gun of its...

a bump, detritus caved my hope machine, once...

the bead of need

nursing fires, the consuming breeze boils it...

new day, bright day, salvific sun come sweetly

Let the words, just let the words...

tempers of the climb flare

from out of bounds one comes to know the...

command ascensions to a joyful grief

a moment with the muse down her inescapable...

How do the pharms coil with compulsions of cock...

a man and his literary muse go at it

What is that moment of desire flushed that...

in the face of answers, questions cutting, known.

the soft metronome of the lack revealing all

calm of true fury

ever and always here and turning

diving in flying out turning into being

drawing the muse to her own beauty that is mine...

so this is what happens when you eat a cheesy...

assembling the table

rub it, yeah, rub it good

pulling pushing the enclosures we design,...

a little alice in our rear view

simple joy of music's magic on a heavy soul

a different way of climbing into depths...so...

a grab bag of baggies for a brave friend baggin...

Can we hear that which can never be spoken?

A new type of thinking, way of being, bereft of...

Can you, will you go beyond the norm to know...

the garbage has eyes

Thomas Edward Lawrence, aka Lawrence of Arabia,...

after the chaos comes the clarity of the need...

in a step, a bound, an eternity no physical...

Stan Getz, man, and necessities calling home...

the old story, into the certain end comes the...

To merely be

there cannot be sight without blindness bravely...

On, on, steep the unbloomed flowers in the wind...

not to be the fight, but to know the fight, to...

who we are

exhalation...inhalation

A brief, blistered and somewhat severed bit of...

...a precipitate of the mother poisons.

can you dig the smooth, the lost gleam they...

a moment with a passage laughing its blood into me

One projects the anima. It's an unconscious...

The time had come for completion. I was at a...

Through the eyes of our eyes we see it as it...

a man hooks a corner with a hooker and is...

I have burnt many bridges along my journey,...

It came upon a midnight weary with a focus...

Ahh, the wonder of a sandwich, and the...

All film actors have to face this sort of thing...

What I could not do for myself someone else did.

Gotta clean, man, gotta clean!

attempts to delineate a single moment...

cleaning up

Something is needed, something unseen; although...

Through storms one is released to further...

One can sally forth and never see themselves...

a man needs to do some cleaning

a man escapes the lack of olives and finds his...

Simply the glory of a liberated night.

Battles of SZ (schizophrenia) dissemble a man's...

A continuation of the confabulating battles...

Vacation, man, vacation!

Ahh, to the woods with Rig and the folks.

a jog through the scenes of a man's inner needs...

a typical audition scene

one sudden flash out of a junky's stash for...

What we want is not what we need, even if we...

under the bus comes a true travellor's...

Starving desperation grips my hand.

A collection of realizations between drops of...

a fraction of a fraction of what it was yet all...

a stream of threads in quiet repose looking to...

So I wasn't the only one, back in the days,...