So kind of you to bring me into this life,
You're a strong mother and a loving wife.
I asked for nothing in return, yet everything I got,
I'm nothing without the gifts you gave,
That others would have simply forgot.
A dog is a man's best friend, but that's simply not true,
'Cause my best friend is a mother in the shape of you.
You raised me well, and I inherited the good,
You're the one who always understood.
For I wouldn't be breathing and living my time,
Without your bravery, I'm lucky to call you a mother of mine.
For I see fields of blossoms, marching in pink,
All my chapters are together through the joy you link.
You're the rock that keeps me strong,
Your existence I will forever long.
You're a soothing song that I so dearly play,
I will remember your kindness every second of every day.
You're a painting that bursts into a million different meanings,
You look after me and give me all the good feelings.
The day I lose you in the mist of God,
My grief won't be sadness, but the longing will be strong.
I'll celebrate the moments that you will miss,
As I know you'll be watching, giving me one final kiss.
How like the flowers she seems,
the whimsy of daisies,
spread wild with the breeze.
A sunflower she blooms
in fair golden rays,
yellow petals proclaiming
the simple wonders of each day.
She's splendid as the lily,
bringing beauty to life,
vivacious and graceful
in the eve's setting light.
To hold her brings joy,
her fragrance a delight.
She's splendour to behold,
my flower and hearts light
Investments
By Dustin Branum
8/27/26
When I'm drunk
Will you drive for me?
When I'm high
Will you think for me?
When I'm right
Will you stand for me?
When I'm lost
Will you look for me?
When I hate
Will you love for me?
When I'm damned
Will you pray for me?
When I hurt
Will you feel for me?
When I'm sad
Will you smile for me?
When I'm broke
Will you pay for me?
When I'm hungry
Will you kill for me?
When I live
Will you die for me?
When I die
Will you cry for me?
I would for you..
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We throw our hearts away
in the full fury of anger,
of greed,
of grief,
in the full surrender
to the resplendant glory of the highest God,
in Ajuna's thousand suns,
in deepest sleep
in drunkeness,
with strong drugs,
all from which a heart may return.
We throw our hearts away
by not caring anymore
which is the worst,
for when the heart returns,
it finds no receptical
and departs leaving behind only a whisper of dust.
For the heart never dies.
Immortal it forever seeks
a will to live
a will that lives
through the worst that life imposes.
It clings to whoever or whatever
will endure its failings.
Silenus may have been right.
He lived, if for nothing else,
to throw at life his spite
of being thrown into it.
for life was not a blessing,
only a curse. which is something,
I suppose, to get us through the worst of it
where praises and hymns fail.
So curse life to the end,
if for nothing else,
as a witness who testifies
that the heart deserves better.
‘Don’t judge a man ‘til you walk a mile in his shoes’
Great advice we can all surely use
An earlier version
may also apply to every person
‘Don’t judge your friend ‘till you’ve been in his place.’*
pertains as well to a different case
If you witness questionable behavior at work
don’t jump to label the person a jerk
Follow him home, to 'his place:' Watch how he treats his loved ones
~ Perhaps he’s devoted to his wife, daughters and sons
___________________
*Talmud - Avos 2:5
As I lay in bed
The unicorns on the blanket
Suddenly don’t look so nice
But not too mean yet either
I wait throughout the night
For my friend to finally come
I stare patiently at the ceiling
Hoping my BFF will show
I
Wait
and
Wait
and
WAIT
Until finally
My closet opens up
I jump and clap
Though quietly
My friend has finally come
We play a lot
Out in the streets
Which makes it hard
To see his face
But that's okay
I don’t like his face
Why?
I Don’t Like His Face
His Face
That has no eyes anymore
Not after he told me
To give them to my neighbor
I don’t see my neighbor anymore
His Face
That has a nose
But only two slitted holes
Instead of a bump
My friend says its for hunting
His Face
That has a really scary mouth
A mouth with super duper long teeth
A mouth with only one purpose
Which is…
Will you tell anyone?
It’s a secret
What his mouth does
The Mouth that eats
The Souls of
My real friends
My mommy and daddy
Anyone I care about
Just because I messed up
Once
Just Once
Just Once for
My friends to be gone
Well, except for one
My Best Friend
I guess I'm just that floater friend,
Who floats around in the wind.
Waiting for someone to catch me,
So I can help the best way I can.
I'll be useful to you when you're bored,
It's okay though,
That's a role I adore.
Being picked up and dropped off constantly,
Gives me a headache.
As long as you guys are happy,
It's worth the ache.
I feel like a dying flower,
Which gives its seeds so that others
can grow.
It's an act that goes unnoticed,
Just
Like
Me.
Into his poetry he withdraws
‘Misery loves company’ ~
though he has none
Two people that I love the most Are standing on two different shores, And I am stranded in between, Trying to mend a quiet war.
Avery looks me in the eyes And tells me , "You shouldn't have to be in the middle of this." But how can I just walk away And pretend that I am blind, When every harsh and heavy word Leaves both of them behind?
Liyah feels the distance grow, She thinks that Avery’s moved along, Traded years of memories For a place where he belongs. She sees him take up all the space, She feels forgotten in the shade, Watching from a step behind At every plan they ever made.
I know the truth of how it goes— I’ve seen how Avery tries to reach, Inviting her to come along, To walk beside us in the halls. But when he shows up in the frame, The distance starts to slowly grow Avery drifts into his pace, And Liyah lets her footsteps slow.
It’s not as simple as a fault, It’s heavy feelings misaligned. I want to protect Liyah's heart, So I keep what I see inside. I cannot pick a side to take, I cannot turn and walk away, So I will stand right in the middle, Hoping love will find a way.
We sat through sixth-grade classes, we sat at lunch side by side, Laughing through the hallways, taking life in stride. Then came the quiet day you had to say goodbye, And years went rushing past as time was flying by.
Now high school's finally here, the halls are huge and new, And nothing feels as bright as being back with you. Two freshmen starting over, right where we left off, With every inside joke and every shared-in laugh.
You’ve always been the sweetest, a anchor in the storm, And now a brand-new chapter is starting to take form. With a baby on the way, a little light to guide, I know you'll be amazing with that sweet heart inside.
Just yesterday you handed me a gift I’ll keep in mind, My very first real phone, the best I’d ever find. It’s got a couple scuffs, a little beaten and worn, But to me it is a treasure from the day that it was born.
I’ve never had one of my own to text or scroll or call, And having it from you makes it the greatest thing of all. Through every shift and change, no matter where we roam, Having a friend like Avery always feels like coming home.
They ask about my first love.
I tell them she ruined me.
Before I knew what romance required,
She was already teaching me
That love looked more like sacrifice
Than butterflies.
She worked when she was tired.
Smiled when she was worried.
Went without
So I wouldn't notice we were without.
Looking back...
Every woman I ever loved
Had to compete with a standard
She never knew she created.
She taught me
That love never needed applause.
I watched her give away
The better portion of herself,
Then somehow convince everyone else
She still had plenty left.
I've spent years searching
For another heart like hers.
Never found one.
Then I remembered...
I wasn't supposed to.
She was my mother.
No wonder no one else ever stood a chance.
Sweet September morn Fall's freshness Natural normalcy was all around us
Soon something shifted, shalt not
Killing came - Monumental Madness
Hate hit our twin towers.
Pierced Pentagon caused fiery flames
"Let's Roll" rested in farmer's field
Every week, my dearest day
is when my buddies and I partake and play
our regular contest of cards.
What's great about codgers and cards
that would make an old duffer's day
and inspire pensioners to play?
I dunno, but I think I will peacefully play
with these jokers, and cut ups, and cards,
and these goofballs till my dying day.
It's our day - time to play cards - goodbye!
He’s always smiling, the damn fool
Sometimes veiled as a new moon
Sometimes bright as the midday sun,
And always right there with me
Right in front or riding my shoulder
Good old Death, so patient and kind
Giving me another day
Waiting for that one last dance
As I work the steps, again and again
Wanting to get it right
This one last time.
What do I see in that face anyway?
All that I have been
And all that I may yet become.
(9/11/26)
That smiley exterior
Onwards from morn
Once you had worn
Now drabbly overlayed with
Its own sort. Lorn.
I refer to this manor.
Old; ghostly blown
Tempts none; be known!
Droopy, empty windowed. Of
Ravens outflown.
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