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Bradley Veals Poem
Dreams,
Forgotten in a sea of agony
Remembered in waves of regret
And the terror of letting go
Love,
Given freely in the warmth of a kiss
Taken quickly in anticipation
Of pain promised to pass
Her warmth surrounds me
Her strength becomes my own
Her skin holds the memory
Of the familiar touch of my hand
Her lips
Wet and wanting
Her eyes
Open and waiting
Her arms
Accepting and mournful
Her body
Needful and forgiving
Lust,
A wishful gift of life
Unable to be ignored or pushed away
As we lay together
Dreams,
Forgotten in the blanket of night
Remembered in the light of day
Increasing the terror of letting go
Copyright © Bradley Veals | Year Posted 2009
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Just for you . . .
I find happiness in a smile
Just for you . . .
I long for the night
Just for you . . .
I walk an uncomfortable mile
Just for you . . .
I mean these words I write
Just for you . . .
I believe in a happy end
Just for you . . .
You and only you
Just for you . . .
My heart has begun to mend
Just for you . . .
I long for dreams to come true
Selfish as I have been
I hope forgiveness finds me
Alone here in the dark
Wrapped in what yet may be
I find myself
These fleeting moments remind me
I lose myself
like dust in a summer breeze
Just for you . . .
Just for you . . .
Tears roll forever down my face
Just for you . . .
I see a love both calm and true
Just for you . . .
I search the world for my place
Just for you . . .
A home I always knew
Just for you . . .
Possibility breeds longing
Just for you . . .
Closeness breeds contentment
Just for you . . .
Love warms me deep within
Just for you . . .
I lay open my every sin
Lust
Lying in bed beside me
Home
Deep within each kiss
Rest
Hidden in your arms
Truth
With the parting of your lips
This kairos I will not lose
By blood and love I sign
I have been shown a path to choose
in which our hearts will align
Hazy and forlorn
Memories scratch at the walls of my heart
Crazy and worn
I feel myself tearing apart
Just for you . . .
Just for you . . .
I will do my best
Just for you . . .
I know that I can
Just for you . . .
Our love I will no longer test
Just for you . . .
I will be who I am
Just for you . . .
My sweet Kimberly
Just for you . . .
Copyright © Bradley Veals | Year Posted 2008
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I slept
full of hope and dreams
I awoke
empty and forgotten
Careless as I was back then
Morning sounds
swirling in my ears
Pointless thoughts
filling my head
"She can."
but will she ever again
"She is."
though no longer for me
I stood
alone and stiff
I walked
slow and without purpose
Careless as I was back then
The smell of spring
mingled with sunshine
as the touch of day
warmed me no more
"I was."
but I threw it all away
"I did."
though I do not know why
I hoped
for a day without me
I cried
where no one could see
Careless as I was back then
Was this longing
joyless and caretaking
awaiting its chance
to bring me home again
Or was I lost
forever here like a wounded angel
Despaired and angry
the evening came again
Without warning
Without love
Without consumption
Without her
"In her arms,"
I wondered as the sun slipped away
"would I feel whole again?"
my hurt had wasted another day
I laid down
empty and forgotten
I slept
full of hope and dreams
Careless as I was back then
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Darkness laid around us like a blanket
Consuming us in its womb
She was crying
I was quiet
Crickets chirped softly in the distance
Her face was buried in my chest
She was shaking like a small child
I felt numb
She was sorry
The moon looked down upon us
I thought it would be different
I thought I would be empowered
She thought it would be different
She thought she would be free
I rolled her softly over
I sat up to view the night
She curled up in a ball
Still wriggling with remorse
Patting her on the shoulder
I lit a cigarette
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Bustling people and clinking forks
A crowded maze of tables and chairs
The soft conversations meant to be secret
Rise to a horrible din of mingling words and phrases
The smell of stale coffee beans and perfume
Caress my nose with a familiar touch
The morning shines outside the huge windows
Burning brightly, it washes out the crowd
People become shadows in the insane light
The breaking dawn ruins their features
I set alone in this madness of Sun-fire
My senses raped by terrible sights and sound
They fuel my desire to be ...
The smell of unwashed skin and vodka
Drifts in on a fugitive breeze
The rattle of a beggar's cup points to its source
Its owner's suffering passes silently amongst the crowd
An old man sits with his paper in hand
A daytime hooker enjoys her hazelnut creamer
A well-dressed woman curses her cellphone and spills her latte
A child grips her legs and she curses him as well
In a dream
Sepia tones and friendly faces
In a nightmare
Shadow beasts and hungry eyes
They fuel my desire to be ...
My pen begins to glide along the rough paper
A few words, hard pressed, appear like forgotten children
Suddenly their voices are not so loud
My eyes begin to focus only on the paper
A beautiful thing begins to form
An ornament to the chaos around me
I find a wonderful peace
And the words flow gently and with ease
The shadow beings float around me
Trying to disturb my bubble of genesis
There sounds cannot stop me, I do not fear them
These hateful beasts are helping me so
They fuel my desire to be ...
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Rock ...
Rock ...
The dry leaves crackle under our blanket
One of only two sounds that find me
The other is her
Rock ...
Rock ...
Pure and lovely
Wanted and wanting
She is all
Rock ...
Rock ...
Skin against skin
Joy upon joy
We find heaven for a time
Rock ...
Rock ...
There is no pain and we suffer not
There is only Us
Us and the autumn leaves
Rock ...
Rock ...
I can not tell her sweat from mine
Everything is as one
As our bodies
Rock ...
Rock ...
I hear my name on her lips
It sounds natural
It feels right
Rock ...
Rock ...
Her hair dances across my face
It smells of strawberries
Strawberries and Us
Rock ...
Rock ...
I feel it and her body tenses and trembles
I see the passion being excised
I see the pleasure become too much
Rock ...
Rock ...
It rolls over me and I lose control
For a moment I feel one with the entire world
I hear her playful laugh
Her shy laugh
Her dirty little girl laugh
Rock ...
I fall to the blanket
The crunching leaves greet me
With dry and welcome applause
I love her
I love her
I think that she loves me, too
Copyright © Bradley Veals | Year Posted 2009
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Love subdues the horror of life
To release the dreams of lost children
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Heartless,
I watch the world slowly turn outside my window
Dreamy,
I wander lost and lonely through my life
Careful,
She spoke in soft voice
Or you will leave us all behind
Angrily,
A bird chirps among the trees
Hateful,
Its song calls out to all who hear
Lover,
She spoke in soft voice
Will you take this cross to bare
Redemption,
Is a far off dream I’ve had
Corruption,
Bleeds from green grass around me
Truth,
She said crying
It’s something a man would be able to see
Sighing,
I take my place in the bed next to her
Resolve,
Wraps my hands around her neck
Screaming,
She desperately claws at my face
Is she digging for the reason she has not seen yet
Heartless,
I lie in the bed beside her
Dreamy,
I kiss her gently on the cheek
Lover,
I whisper softly in her ear
Forgive me for the road I chose to take
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Kind when she wants to be
Irresistible always
My sweet baby calls
Before the dawn finds us
Ever-reaching and never ending
Rushing around us like a hot wind
Love consoles us
Yearning comsumes
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In my bubble
I feel safe and warm
No one to hurt me
Or bring me harm
A knock on the door
And I am filled with fear
I look through the peephole
To see who is here
I hide inside
I dare not open the door
Each knock grips my heart
I fall gently to the floor
Why am I scared
Why do I cry
Manic then depressed
These pills are my only ally
I long to be normal
I long to be free
I wish for these things
That never will be
Manic depression
A frustrating mess
The song rings true
I must confess
My friends do not know
The horror of my disease
I hide it well
To set them at ease
Exultant and angry
My moods sharply changed
I push people away
They find themselves estranged
Is this the fate
I must accept
Forever alone
Socially inept
I cry at night
Wishing for an end
Is my life worth living
A lonely prayer I send
I wait for an answer
That never seems to come
Has God forsaken me
His broken little son
In my bubble
I feel safe and warm
No one to hurt me
Or bring me harm
Copyright © Bradley Veals | Year Posted 2008
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