writings and poems of Joie Versaer Dantia

Hello, Dear Readers. If you happen upon my blog with the hopes of finding an earth-shattering poet or writer, you have come to the wrong place. I am none such person. However, I will attempt to give you a snap shot of my heart and soul, as it occasionally pours out with inkblots and scribbles. I wish to remain anonymous, as hearts and souls tend to be much more appealing without a name attached. However, if you must needs have a pen name, you may attribute these thoughts and poems to the name Joie Versaer Dantia which means "the abundant overflowing of joy and fresh air." And although, my heart (and therefore my writings) does not always reflect an abundance of joy; my soul, on the other hand, does, and will always remind my heart to breathe in as much joy and fresh air as is humanly possible.

03 November 2010

What's New In Your World?


“What’s new in your world?” Says someone to another.

“You ask what’s new in my world? You ask what’s new in mine? 
The fairies and the dragons are all fighting again,
taking raindrops to the, raindrops to the sky.
That’s what’s new in my world. That’s what’s new in mine. 
I say, What’s new in your world?  I told you about mine.”

“You ask what’s new in my world?  You ask what’s new in mine? 
The mountains and the rivers are all loving again,
making all the waters, all the waters dry. 
That’s what’s new in my world. That’s what’s new in mine. 
So won’t you tell me why
the fairies and the dragons are all fighting again,
taking raindrops to the, raindrops to the sky?”

“Well, the fairies and the dragons are all fighting again,
taking raindrops to the, raindrops to the sky,
for the angels and the demons are all quaking again,
masking oceans from the, oceans from the sky. 
The fairies and the dragons are all fighting again, because
they hate to tanta…, hate to tantalize.  That’s why
the fairies and the dragons are all fighting again,
taking raindrops to the, raindrops to the sky. 
So won’t you tell me why
the mountains and the rivers are all loving again,
making all the waters, all the waters dry?”

“Well, The mountains and the rivers are all loving again,
making all the waters, all the waters dry,
for the flowers and the mercies are all singing again,
tasking surges to pass, surges to pass by. 
The mountains and the rivers are all loving again, because
they mate in Sambi…, mate in Sambitai. 
That’s why the mountains and the rivers are all loving again,
making all the waters, all the waters dry.”

“What’s new in your world?” Says someone to another.  “Nothing.  Nothing at all.”

MerryGoRound

You plague me
You steal my sleep
And hold me in deepest perfection
Then tear me apart
Like a used up glass
Like a fairytale in a minefield

And we go round and round and round
Like a damn merry-go-round
And I love too deeply
And you love too deeply
And we try to forget, but
Impossibility is too strong to confine

You consume    
My day my night
And bind me in passion’s emotion
Then leave me alone
Like an hour glass
Like an infant abandonment

And we go round and round and round
Like a damn merry-go-round
And I love too deeply
And you love too deeply
And we try to forget, but
Impossibility is too strong to confine

How am I supposed to walk a straight line now? After the spinning and emotional ring-around?  
It’s like a vulgar hangover that laughs in your face after too much to drink.  And we’re still spinning.

We go round and round and round and round
Like a damn merry-go-round
And I love too deeply
And you love too deeply
And we try to forget, but
Impossibility is too strong to confine

07 September 2010

On Being at a Loss

Bright and colorless
Vibrancy in reach
Frozen in th'moment.

Torn and full taken
Dignity feels lost
No one can steal it.

Loved and desperate
Acceptance ungrasped.
Hard to understand.

Hate and forgiveness
unease and belief
Time makes you his friend.

18 July 2010

On A Moment's Feelings

Wind whistling, Rain splashing, Tears streaming, Love wanting.
Soul searching, Trust hurting, Fear creeping, Truth burning.
Inconstant, Unnerving, Impatient, Disturbing.
Unfocused, Alarming, Approaching, Disarming.

~Joie Versaer Dantia (July 2010)

20 June 2010

On Trust and Respect

Respect. I trusted for respect.
But I trusted ignorantly.
I trusted unwisely.
And he raped me.

Poor, foolish choices
led to stolen virginity,
and yet, it was no fault of
those choices.
It was no fault of mine.

Because those poor, foolish choices
were made out of trust.
Out of trusting for respect.
But I trusted ignorantly.
I trusted unwisely.
And he raped me.

Proud, selfish choices
let to stealing virginity,
and how, could he think it was
his choice
to take that myst'ry from me?

Because those poor, foolish choices
were made out of trust.
Out of trusting for respect.
But he took advantage of me.
I trusted unwisely.
And he raped me.

It might take a while to deal with the pain.
With the shame.
With the guilt that doesn't belong to me,
but that I carry regardless.
It might take a while to deal with the shock
With the talking
About my feelings and what actually happened,
but I will stay calm and fearless

Because my poor, foolish choices
were just that:
Poor foolish choices.
They did not sleep with chastity,
They did not grope for sex.
It was the thief. It was the thief
that took my virginity from me.
And left me disrespected.
Left me defiled.
Left me marred.

Respect. I trusted for respect.
But I trusted ignorantly.
I trusted unwisely.
And he raped me.

He raped me.
~Joie Versaer Dantia (June 2010)

On Pain and Reality

The pain,
  Oh the pain of death,
  Which trickles into souls~
      Where dusty worlds
          lie yet undiscovered,
      Where man and boy
          rock in each other's arms,
          becoming one in grief~
  Where life and death
      Become blatent reality
      And all else fades
         in worth and value~
  Where the observer looks on
      in confusion
           and in disillusionment
     searching to uncover the same
           vision of reality,
     but refusing to visit
          those same dusty worlds
          of unwanted pain
          which unlock the eyes
          and reveal reality
as it truly is.
    ~Joie Versaer Dantia (February 2010)

05 February 2010

On the Music of Fear

Fear chokes believing~
And whilst it works its murderous deeds,
It sings a ballad of lost love
and unfaithful lovers
in the promise of current and future
love's end.

Each time Fear's song begins,
pain and anguish and hidden feelings
Float along the staves of air
and plot each note
along the way.

Fear is the world's greatest composer
Its love song is its masterpiece--
touching the hearer in the deepest part of his soul--
leaving the child in frozen awe,
the woman in heightened tears,
and the man in certain skepticism.

Yes, it weaves its melody
through mountains and valleys,
through cities and countryside,
it walks on the ocean and dances in the street
and rubs its hands in gleeful anticipation
at the birth of new unknowns.
~Joie Versaer Dantia