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Love is blind they said,
As you grinned at my music and faked a like, and my CD collection, piece by piece, took flight.
Love is blind they said,
As I cooked every meal, every vegetable, every roast, every potato, in that central work site.
Love is blind they said,
As my friends more and more became “Hi, we should do coffee” where "should" clearly meant never.
Love is blind they said,
As I opened my cupboard to find less of my clothes and more of some alter ego man's leather.
Is love blind, I ask, if I fade to you.
The me of me becoming more shades of black and less rainbow.
Is love blind, I ask, if my dreams
flutter out the window of your whim, I'm just an emotional sideshow.
LOL, love is not blind. It’s vicious. It beat me down with:
One long steady glare.
One long steady stare.
Love looked right through me, it saw how to feed and it bloated.
It sees the empty bowl it created by theft.
Love came, love saw, love conquered, love left.
Death is only a dream,
That seems like eternity,
From which you wake up...
And then find yourself
Someplace, somewhere else.
Another has taken their own life,
Again these people are feeling
Even more emotional strife.
Once have had thoughts of doing the same…
(To eventually give up on my own life…)
But then I give consideration
Towards other people’s
Thoughts and feelings…
I’ll give them each a lifetime’s moments of me
Being alive…
As I go through this dark tunnel,
I always strive for the light at the end.
For now, those who are gone,
Their spirit brighten this lantern of mine.
Peering from Behind the Plume
A verbal sketch by Martin Braun
June 15, 2020
Peering from behind the plume
witnessing my brethren lofting from ethereal vapors.
Who shall share our divine song?
Not I!
Who shall sit on the right side, with you at my left?
Not I!
Look below, their gaze is transfixed on my wonderous down,
and enchanted by my song.
Holy, holy, holy I shall sing, not for God,
but for vanity that harmony my voice doth bring.
Laced with apples that you desire,
I serenade the Gospel entwine with earthly eloquence,
and lick your lobe evoking emotional undulations from head to toe.
I seduce you in God's own house, not for His glory but my own,
for it is my desire to sit up high, on the thrown.
Let the world burn, what do I care.
From the ashes, I will rise, from their dispair.
And your lives, I will surely protect,
who else will remain for my worship and pay their debt?
Jaded.
Cascaded.
Faded.
I retaliated.
Alienated.
Isolated.
I changed it.
Reframed it.
Battered it into submission.
The abyss that ignored my name—
That stagnant stage that stayed the same—
I busted it up.
Tore it apart.
With teeth, with nails, with rage.
My bitterness, boxed in a cage.
I am a woman scorned.
Properly, pointedly warned
About playing nice with unkind boys—
I did it anyway.
I’ll do it again.
Unless stopped by a trainwreck
In a leather coat, pockets packed
With heavy flicker hymns and haunted facts.
Healing stab wounds with bare hands,
Pressed to my bruised and cracked chest,
Leaking regret.
A man by any other name
Still reeks of old spice and shame.
I only need a joy ride
Into the dreamscape’s drifting tide,
Where trees bend low to bow and breathe,
Their musk and pine a whispered wreath
Inviting me into the realm
Of lust, desire, and fire-fed calm.
Branches brush my aching skin—
A welcome wrapped in woodland hymn.
I am not that complicated.
Though my pain, layered and laminated
Like geological canyons carved in stone,
Matches my internal rue—
A structure built to stand alone.
I can grow a man roses from rubble.
Just give me rosaries, rubies, and rubels.
I admit my earthly needs.
I am an investment, not a scheme.
I saw a world I hated.
I sublimated.
Evaporated.
Changed my state of being—
From rigid to roaming, mist into meaning.
Cold datapoints and sterile streams
Reformed into wisdom, stitched into dreams.
He tried to hold me subdued.
Silenced my dreams with histrionic moods.
Overwhelmed my senses,
With intentions sharp and sentences crude.
I was a prisoner of shame.
And there I remained
For a near decade.
I broke the chains.
Escaped the plush, performative pain
Of pseudo-companionship’s velvet cage.
Now I’m agitated and raw—
Midway through my emotional overhaul
As I transform from meek to sleek,
From silence to sovereign speech.
I will not take silence as an answer.
I will shake loose your response.
You cannot ignore me in oblivion.
I am here to stay.
You have the option:
To be a benefactor
Or de facto arch enemy—I know.
I am aware of where I stand,
And what I wield in my streamlined hands.
I am not simply a pretty creature.
I am not solely for looking.
I want touch—not merely tender,
But true.
Is that you?
I love the browns in Tahoe’s nature,
I cry from the beauty in each acre ….
I have seen many parts of America,
savored each region’s unique flavor,
yet I am now a mute and awed appraiser.
In Tahoe, nature and enchantment neighbor.
Deep inside me, emotional tribute waves
gather, build and then rise in praise.
I feel the fuel of my soul’s veneration
as it revels in my Father’s creation.
My head and my heart harbor no doubt
that God comes here for any timeouts.
The oldest, tallest and most sturdy trees
are the lakes and mountains strong trustees.
Each flaunts an assured, confident attitude
for they have long lived their attributes.
I watch these trees with my soul’s eyes
as each nestles clouds in lazy, velvet skies.
Trunks reddish to dark brown are superb.
Such huge trees dwarf mankind into a blur.
Ancient brown trunks are divine to behold.
I give thanks man left them undisturbed.
I would love to dwell in this forest’s folds.
A simple cabin would serve my fantasy.
Each day I’d visit a different brown tree,
absorb them one by one, most happily.
Fractured shards of grief
collide,
Chromatic tears of sorrow
fall.
Vibrant pain refuses to hide,
A kaleidoscopic, mourning
wall.
Splintered hope refracts the
light,
Geometric sadness fills the
night.
CHROMATIC AGONY
An iridescent ache blooms
deep within the heart,
As iridescent sorrow swirls
and offers no rest.
The mind fractures into a
thousand jagged planes,
Each reflecting a different
shade of bitter pains.
Prismatic desolation spins in
a dazzling wheel,
Making the heavy weight of
anguish feel unreal.
THE SPLINTERED SOUL
A kaleidoscope of silent,
weeping hues,
Blending the deepest blacks
with melancholic blues.
Beautiful catastrophe dances
in the dark,
Leaving upon the fragile soul
a burning mark.
Yet in this swirling tempest of
emotional grief,
The brilliant colors offer a
strange, sharp relief.
The sun is shining,
Divine timing aligning,
I'm defining the ride,
Deciding what to choose,
You can't lose this game,
You're creating every frame,
Aim for loving things,
It brings the best experience,
A chance for you to see,
True beauty in motion,
An emotional roller coaster,
A host to all creation,
A vibration so high,
You'll feel like you're flying,
Trying to surf the waves,
Behave like you should,
It feels really good,
If you truly understood,
It would change how you see,
The ability to re arrange reality,
Through a loving mentality,
Rising above each situation,
Knowing your relation to it all,
No longer feeling small,
When you fall into the swell,
Temporarily it feels like hell,
Stop to smell the roses,
The sun rose again today,
And I chose the same play.
‘
SHE’S SUFFERING
Her suffering’s made belief in God,
difficult at this time.
Her many unanswered questions,
God’s answers … longs to find.
She’s really ashamed to admit,
she wonders, “Does He care?
Believe me, it’s not unusual,
she feeling … such despair.
Her feelings could be physical,
or emotional too?
In these “last days” countless reasons,
she’s sitting here … so blue.
Struggling to get through life, is why,
she wonders, “Does God care”.
Comfort in God’s Word confirms, “Yes,
God loves her” … she’ll declare!
Dec. 20, 2020 copyright
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Jan,16, 2021
It is not in question anymore, that my heart and I want different things
we work in different ways though we are not different beings
sometimes I want to have some alone time
my heart will not agree, it wants to take part at all times
I don’t like to allow my heart to make decisions
But it does anyway, without my permission
while I am busy figuring out my life and looking for solutions
it has made us both seem delusional
Imagine me, being coerced to feel some emotions
It has been quite long since I felt this emotional
I have been in control of my heart and it’s been frozen like ice
But the tingly feeling in my heart has persisted and its nice
My heart has been defrosted; it’s beginning to feel warm again
I am glad that it is real and not a game
I will follow my heart this time and convince my mind to do the same
There is no point trying to deny what I feel, so I will let the ship sail
Emotional depression had set in;
A world of calamity that grew dark.
The mystical light was stifling, nights stark,
Blessings of peace in a bottle of gin.
Dark wisp of wrath kindled a plea to flee.
Extinction of self as he walked with pride
Through vast ocean tides, I became a bride.
Lull dream, a perfect soul-mate weaved forth, free.
Neath the still lingering velvet twilight
Holding a portrait of the two of us.
My mournful mind wanders without a fuss.
Sweet scent of love, my memories I write.
Quiet and peaceful with poetic love,
Tearful grief embraces you from above.
10/22/2023