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Brenda Swing Poem
Time bomb
At first ,I was my
worst enemy in disguise,a master at sabotage.
My own destruction, time bomb ticking away,waiting to explode in mass fusion.
illusions of hope and prosperity crumbles at my feet,just same as doors slam in your face.
Dramatic production,of repeated offenses,as the worst enemy in disguise.
A master of sabotage remains yet,lurking in shadows,looking in mirriors.
No way out,or any where to go,just keep one foot in front of the other.And
elude the shadows in the dark.. The master of sabotage.
Hallowed eyes peering in the mirror ,at first I was my worst fear,the master ...
The raven sits outside,bearer of news,saying .She at first was her worst enemy.
Written by:Brenda s
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Brenda Swing Poem
As the dark unfolds it 's velvet blanket across my face,I dream of the remembrance
of you my true love.
Tattooed my heart the love you give so freely and unconditionally.
Helpless am I when I see your face my darling.
Breathless you have left me,so many years.
Drinking your kisses as a fine wine, my love.
Embrace me my true love,
engulf me with your desire.
Entwined as fingers are ran through my hair,
Oh my true love,
my darling.. my true of so long.
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Brenda Swing Poem
Skeletons
Skeletons remain embarking in the closets,lurking in shadows.
Detecting- ridiculing your despair,riding the hind quarters like a stallion.
Black raven's peck at your soul,spreading news of tragedy.
Legends of the old ,creeping through corridors.
Whispering words of the untold truths.
Looting every small bit of hope,Skeletons remain embarking in closets,lurking in shadows.
Whispering untold truths and lies...
Tears in the rain ,and hushed pain..
whilst that black raven pecks out your eye sight has you blindfolded;
to the skeletons remaining.
written by:
Brenda Swing
8/31/2014
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Brenda Swing Poem
Cellophane
I'm here in the flesh,
Can't I be seen? Or
Am I invisible?
Transparent like a sheet of cellophane
When I speak I'm not heard.
Yelling and waving my arms,
but you don't see.
Maybe my voice is unheard,
I'm here in the flesh!
I feel Pep-pi la pew
Trying to peel that damn sheet of cellophane off.
Its making me weak,I'm here in the flesh!
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