Second World

“It’s when I die in this life, that I take refuge in a parallel world.”-Anthony T. Hincks

It came floating by just the other night, as the clock chimed three, and I thought isn’t this nice, that there’s hardly a wink before the morning light. Might as well enter in and see my other life. So, it is I pushed forth at least I thought I did, climbed a little bit and then I took a skid. Fell a step or two into a this and that, heard a note take flight, and an audience clap. For a second or two, I was in real life, then my second world gave me flight. My second world gave me flight.

In my second world, there are witches there, and they seduce me, as they comb my hair, say they unto me, we see all your dreams. Say I unto them, I choose all you please. There are twist and turns in my second world, and the once upon a time becomes a present mural, and all through the seconds as the time goes by, I think it’s kind of cool how my life has revived. For over here, is over there, and what’s majesty, is what I deem is fair. Like a spoiled child, I spell my wants in the air, in the second world no one cares. In my second world no one cares.

I heard a band that played in my second world, a song was played just for me. In the glen of trees, in my second world, where the mist comes down, and pirate flags unfurl. Heard a fender play pomp and circumstance, as a trail was blazed to a crystal sea. A special occasion on my graduation, from a pawn to a king as I spread my wings, and saw what I could see. Yes, I said to myself as the lights displayed, shining bright as day, found myself dancing naked on a mountain stage. Who would ever think that I am made this way? One-part man, and one foot in a magic grave, all that G_D made for me. In a second world. Let the music play on and on, let me leap and twirl in my second world. In my second world.

As I typed just now, I saw my second world, spinning by taking me for a whirl. For a second or two, or a life reprieved, I found myself just a boy so free. A Hardy Boy in a mystery, finding answers all around me, of what it meant to be me. I found through it all I was free to choose to be me, in my second world. In my second world.

And, I….

Loved and I loved

and I loved some more,

and I christened my life,

and I loved much more,

and I found my second worlds, back door. It became my first world’s core. In my first world’s world. -05.10.2019-דָנִיֵּאל



75 thoughts on “Second World

  1. My brother, those who read you as I do I believe will agree that this post is one of your finest. I see the chaos in that “Second World” of yours and as it flows creatively into your first world, coming from as it were a second door, it is steeped not in chaos, but that of love. Wishing you and your family a beautiful Shabbos. Shabbat shalom. Den

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  2. Dear Daniel
    You answered a question for me that I have wondered of. What does the creative mind/world look like. It is obvious that the results of the creative mind is love, love and more love. I find myself astonished at the creativity in this piece alone. I will be reading and re reading it. 😉 ❤ ❤ ❤

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  3. Second Worlds are enticing places, and I like the creative side of yours. Most creative sorts have them, and I enjoy reading or watching or listening to them when they are on display. Again I thank you Daniel for letting I and others be a part of your own Second World.

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  4. Daniel, I found your post to be one of the most interesting writings you have put out to date. I enjoyed your use of words. They flowed in a riddle sense, and end the end the outcome of love, love and more love, was a relief that something dark and terrible had not happened. Wow! 🙂 Shabbat Shalom – Erin

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  5. Daniel, “Second World” was incredible. Your journey through your own sub conscious world is full of wonder and creativity. You are a an adventurous boy there, and upon exiting into your real world you bring the love of exploration with you. I enjoyed the song from Anathema as well, and found it fit very well the mood of the piece.

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  6. Dearest Daniel,

    I adored Second World. The creative meanderings throughout it are many and wonderful. I found myself wanting to live in the first two paragraphs, but then at the end the leap back into the first world with love, that was a beautiful climatic end.


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    • Thank you Ruby for your wonderful comment. I think returning to the real world (as in the first world) is always a necessity for a healthy mind and/or life. Bringing something nurturing or enlightening back with you is also a necessity for a healthy life. thank you as always for reading and your comment.

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  7. I read “second World” and thought this would make a marvelous script for a movie about an author, or a painter or a composer. I was witness to the creative process in play. Great work.

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  8. “In the glen of trees, in my second world, where the mist comes down, and pirate flags unfurl. Heard a fender play pomp and circumstance, as a trail was blazed to a crystal sea. ” What a wonderful part of creative life to graduate too. 🙂 🙂

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    • Thank you Robin. I appreciate you reading and commenting. I like the use of the word weave when it comes to telling and creating stories. It fits better than most words, and I think is the most accurate.


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