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Leo Black Phoenix Browne Poem
She stood there waiting, waiting patiently until his return;
A man of forever, and forever for him, her love would burn.
He chose the path of a protector, and protect is what he would do;
Traversed the desert sands, sands of equality for me and you.
A weapon in his hand, handing down justice the only way he knew;
To come back to her was his plan, but plans often don’t come true.
She stood there awaiting a knock, the knock that was finally heard on her door;
Ran anxiously to greet the knocker, but it is not the knocker she was waiting for.
The news brought tears of disbelief, never would she believe that loneliness was her fate;
So she stands there waiting for her man of forever; and forever is what she will wait.
Copyright © Leo Black Phoenix Browne | Year Posted 2008
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Leo Black Phoenix Browne Poem
Traces of her kisses left a deep emptiness in
my heart and a harsh reality in my mind,
the love I once knew had become barren and cold.
I AM ALONE AGAIN.
My thoughts now are of confusion and blame
faulting my own actions wondering if I was too
needy, was I the reason she left me so broken.
DAMN!! ALONE AGAIN.
Torn from the change, my thoughts and emotions
wage a civil revolution on the battlefield of
my soul tearing me in two. Which shall I follow?
ALONE ONCE AGAIN.
No matter what path I choose reality still shows
that my road appears grim and desolate. No choice
will make it any clearer or hide the fact that
I AM ALONE AGAIN.
Copyright © Leo Black Phoenix Browne | Year Posted 2009
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Leo Black Phoenix Browne Poem
Barren land, surround by sand, only my platoon to watch my back;
Who would have thought, I would have fought; look now I'm standing in Iraq.
People dying, soldiers crying, how did all this come to be?
What the heck, last time I checked, I was driving in Germany.
Hearts are racing, soldiers chasing, this is becoming a crazy fight;
This sector hot, I've been shot, are they really trying to take my life?
Adrenaline flowing, now I am going, using all the skills taught to me for such a day;
Shoulders on fire, I'm getting tired; but some one is really going to pay.
Think this through, what to do, can't run into the dark on my own;
This wound hurts, but dying is worst, can't imagine my son all alone.
M-4 cocked, took my first shot, Wait! Did that guy just hit the ground?
Do what I do, the killing not cool, I vomit, I think I want to go home now.
This is some crazy stuff, the times are rough, I am glad that this fight has finally stopped.
Time to regroup, bandaged and recoup; WHAT! Our staff sergeant has been shot.
Whoa! I'm next in line, my time to shine, never thought I would see one of our own die.
Back at base; this is an awful place, Browne you're promoted; I ask Allah WHY?
That night we wept, no one slept, I prayed as any Muslim is supposed to pray;
Platoon looks at me strange, I Muslim that won't change, get some sleep tomorrows a new day.
Copyright © Leo Black Phoenix Browne | Year Posted 2008
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Leo Black Phoenix Browne Poem
These cold streets of life have me struggling hard,
begging for love where ever I can find someone willing to give.
Endlessly roaming from one place to another,
someone please tell me is this the way I am destined to live.
I give my all totally unselfishly and without remorse,
not knowing that my attempts go unnoticed, unheard, and unseen.
How can you hold on to me with no intentions of giving,
how is it possible to do this to another human being?
At times I seek a shelter that will hold me,
hoping that it will temporarily fulfill my hearts wants and desires.
But my mind strays back to you and what you have done,
you're the reason my love is homeless and I have chosen to retire.
You take and you eat of the love I have provided,
yet I have never seen you offer this type of love back.
So my love still roams these streets with know place to go,
looking for a home to place it back on life's track.
©2008
Copyright © Leo Black Phoenix Browne | Year Posted 2009
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Leo Black Phoenix Browne Poem
You an I are one, alone, not star stands by your side;
Although, many may admire you, you sit in solitude in the sky.
I understand your plight, many associates, yet no companions;
They pop up once or twice, but mostly they leave you, up there abandoned.
Yet you continue to shine bright, never letting the cycle dwindle your shine;
Oh how you an I resemble, never letting the isolation dwell to deep within your mind.
It is nature's will you see, some gain strength by being alone;
But I ask you my dear friend, have you ever wanted a star to call your own.
That one star you can count on, a star as beautiful and gentle as could be;
A vision of heavens loveliness, a star that allowed you to be who you wanted to be.
Is this a dream you and I share? Has the idea ever made you stop and think?
Or do you enjoy the solitude of the sky? Is that something which makes you feel distinct.
You know I respect all that you do, All alone shining bright Mr. Moon;
Only thing that we do not have in common is, for you the stars will be out soon.
Copyright © Leo Black Phoenix Browne | Year Posted 2009
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Leo Black Phoenix Browne Poem
My soul hungers for completion, a position I have never held;
My eyes show only my solitude, a cold world where my heart dwells.
Can you imagine my torment, never tasting the sweet nectar of love;
Yet tortured by its effervescent fragrance, the worst chastisement I can think of.
I yearn to let go, but how can I when my fears faces realities truth;
My heart asunder all over my body, and has been this way since my bitter youth.
I gave my heart to many, yet from many I receive no returns;
So now I give only my enmity for love, inside my soul is feeling the burn.
Torn between two emotions, shall I love or shall I be alone;
Allah's path is becoming unclear to me, but I am destined to figure it out on my own.
Darkness fills my mind as my heart continues to show me the light;
How is one to compensate for a body ravaged by an emotional fight.
A tattered soul lost in confusion, how can a kind heart exist with a mind so cold;
But in this trials I find a balance, a very hard find to behold.
So set me free of a torrent of emotional pain and mental distress;
Set me free like a dove, free me of this war inside my hollowed chest.
An endless battle, who will be the voice of hope that comes to set my soul free;
Who will be my liberator, I feel all hope is lost in me.
Copyright © Leo Black Phoenix Browne | Year Posted 2009
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Leo Black Phoenix Browne Poem
Irrationally speaking
I speak irrationally, seeking,
Ease to appease my mind
Patience gradually decreasing.
Weeping.
Not understood
But I, understand
Motives need rationalization,
But rationale was never in Allah’s plan.
My world revolves around confusion
It is the means by which progress is made
The reasonable man lays stagnant
I’m unreasonable, so I’ll lead the way.
I’ve left the compliance of reality
Really I expect none to relate,
Surround by those with there own menu
I will never eat off anyone's esle plate.
I am wrong
Am I wrong
Or just wronged
I shall never make sense to the world
Rationality is an imprisonment
I am the irrational from which progress shall unfurl.
Copyright © Leo Black Phoenix Browne | Year Posted 2011
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