Unwilling to be deadened
These, as make numb to
Its frequency, first screamed in
World's, for noise, cut through
So you find me, commoner
And true spokesman for
Mouthing ugly, more so, faced;
Horrified before.
Streams of passion with their ebbs and flows as waters dancing to rivers twisting call, so my obsessions rise and in time they sleep growing and fading bringing change to my life.
Directions and pressures guide me through this world and though I attempt to control them it is they that often do me as I stand a creature refined..... yet… maybe not......
Driven by the needs and passions of nature, existing on this earth spinning without purpose gone in a flicker leaving no more than a vapor of thought.
What was thought important and tied to a universe of beliefs found pointless and inconsequential in the rush of the galaxies.
Thus I choose…… to let passion reign.
Darrell
Paris Jackson received over $3 million in allowance payments.
Industry Work
Art appraisal as life timeline evolves.
Privacy Act Included.
Succulent Garden Retreats of Soil
She is doilies, lace and class
I am leather, oak and brass
But when she slips her hand in mine
Together, we are gold refined.
refined Geisha
dressed to seduce
taught the best etiquette
polished painted face hides her feelings
cannot share them
she is a doll
Forged in the fires of tribulation.
Struggling through Hell's retaliation.
Hope is strained beyond belief.
All I seek is solace and relief.
Betrayal is the lonely cry of the outcast.
I strained so hard for the pain not to last.
I embrace my tortured, crying soul.
Seeking to calm its deep, mournful woe.
Chains of my burdens, I drag along.
As my soul yearns for a spring song.
Now, shadows swirl as reality bends.
The nightmare of this torture ends.
Reality dissolves as twilight breaks.
Bringing forth a new dawn in its wake.
For our Father gifted us his son’s light.
To bring in his Power of Love and Life.
The burdens are gone that have shackled me.
Going through Psalm 23, I am refined and free.
sizzling with spices
each mushroom has a story ---
existence in wastes
STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
The imaginary musings of my mind,
experience past & present lingers long,
dusted off,re-opened,viewed from time to time,
retrospective perspective changes all;
Maturity's long-sightedness squints aghast,
then savours the mellowness of memory;
A tear,a smile washes nostalgia's face;
Today will be yesterday,gathering dust,
then filed,microfiched,all too soon forgotten
'til an event unlocks the museum again.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
When I was young,
I ran my tongue.
And what is worse,
I loved to curse.
It’s true there’s loss
When we get old.
But what remains,
Refined like gold.
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H/T to Where I Once Walked by Gershon Wolf
I look in the mirror
And imagine what I could be.
I picture a crown without tears.
I see silver veins coursing through me.
Refined gold is what I bleed.
My tears are titanium.
I eat copper like wheat.
Yumm radium.
Iron and Steel are sweet.
I like my Cobolt well done.
Aluminum is always a treat.
But the nickle and magnesium,
are as tender as concrete.
Glowing, golden orb is lost,
plunged into a molten fire.
reduced to streaks of red and dross,
victim of the night’s swift ire:
refined, but not without a cost.
—————
for the Bite Size Poem no.47 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
Written on 06/19/2022
My uncle,... so like Dad!
But a stout, big bellied version with different gait.
Joy he had!
But unlike Dad
Who was a town guy and refined,
No fad!
Busy,
Tending the farm.
Free!!
My uncle,... so like Dad
Who was a town guy and refined!!
Free!!!
Everyone said how gentle the mayor's daughter was,
Desiere' was a romantical woman, kind and refined.
I tried to get to know her, but there was a teensy bit of fuzz.
On her fancy pink dress, and she began to grouse and whine.
Who brought it in? She demanded, smoothing out her satin.
Someone pointed to me and said, “Probably that Latin.”
I thought it was rude, but not as rude as she.
For at that second she began throwing carnations at me.
A refined gent who serves lunch in Decatur
Is the posh bistro’s most genteel waiter
He serves fine escargot
and tres-bon merlot
Then mosies home to his deep-fried potater
2/3/22
So many boys just cannot stand carrots
Orange veggie sticks for them have no merit
But as their eyesight declines
Their taste buds get more refined
Orange eye candy's sweet ~ They can stare at it
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