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I feel uprooted like a tree from the ground
I feel like my world has been turned upside down
I feel like a blind man with no eyeballs in his socket
I feel like I'm on welfare with no money in my pocket
I feel like there's no end to the pain
I feel as if the sun will become rain
I feel as if I'm the only one
Life laughs so at me so I run
Away from the circus of life
OCD is a double bladed knife
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Im unable to diagnose, or come close
To why employment says adios
I cant keep a job, Only god knows why
My plans go awry, but I continue to apply
Each passing moment echos each passing day
Has it been 3 months since I've been paid
My parents look on with frustration in their faces
Getting ready To turn and draw at 10 paces
Depression, Aggression, 10 minutes left in our session
Saddle Up soldier, its time to go to war
But this is the job market not the marine corp
Some doubt that I can make it, but I will not quit
There is very little in this world that would make me submit
Paper dollars of money, Credit card distractions
The smell of money, and electronic transactions
My hard work has paid off, I have an interview at three
With all these late bills, Im just glad that its free
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Ice light blue eyes
Colored in like out of line crayons
Deep And Penatrating
Like the stare from your mother at 1:00
When your breath smells like your grandpa's coffee
Lips like candy
Unwrapped
Child like
Tongue licked clean
Hair like oil painted pastels
In The autumn sun
Like the curves of a women
Tucked away in your imagination
Her Smell is a simmered crf flavors
Ingulfing the senses
Enriching the scattered ideas
Deep inside of A brain
I yell out who are you?
But my eyes are still to heavy to open....
Brian Patrick Merrick
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Gentle yet strong like a baby ox
Cold yet hot like the trail of a fox
Steam rises like a locomotive
Black as the night, black as ink when I wrote this
Vital energy for the mourning
Alert and awake like a bird singing
Stomach like a quarter in a washing machine
Peeking your head out just to be seen
Heart rejoices such kindness
The compassion thats shown is enlightening
How can a ordinary bean be so intense
Drinking coffee is common sense
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There is a blurred brumous haze.
Afloat upon a invigorating mourning.
Alive with the aroma of petrol and
cigarette smoke.
The glass somewhat stained with a rich
smoky grey.
Raindrops like perspiration on a mother in childbirth.
A broken window wiper beats a jungle beat.
Across the clammy windshield.
Harsh noises of horns honking.
Intermix with the wiper blades.
To make a cruel early mourning remix.
Of yesterdays one hit wonder on the radio.
I am not asleep nor am I fully awake.
For my eyes are as heavy as the static rain.
I am blinded by the oncoming onslaught of
lights and traffic.
Like a metal stampede rushing at me.
As if i'm a capeless matador.
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If your looking to succeed in life
It requires four steps that are rife
The first one I will mention is a dream
That is the most important theme
The second requires hard work
And hours apon hours of constant rework
The third step in my plan is to take chances
This third step will help your finances
The final step to success is luck
Without it like quicksand you will be stuck
And this is all it takes to be successful
Without these four steps it will be stressful
If your looking to succeed in life
It requires four steps that are rife
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God wont you help me find myself
What lies inside is a heart of wealth
Kindness creeping out my pores
Anxiety hitting the sandy shores
God wont you help me find myself
I thank you for my age and health
You show me the way only to blindfold me
Like at a party playing pin the tail on the donkey
You've opened up so many doors
Only to look inside and find so many more
God wont you help me find myself
Don't just throw me away on a dusty shelf?
Protect me God, I'm so innocent
Grab my hand and make me repent
God wont you help me find myself
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Love and hate often intertwine
We search and search but we cannot find
We try to untangle but our minds our confused
Like a bomb on an airplane that we cannot defuse
We try to separate our friends from our foes
But the fist of reality hits us square in the nose
Options are low and our tensions our high
The snowball of stress could make a grown man cry
Anxiety and depression run ram bid around
Like when you leave Disneyland with a frown
Society and politics are all that we see
Movies, the radio, and that friggin T.V.
No wonder why were failing with the news that were fed
The reality of a second holocaust where all end up dead
Money, drugs, corruption and power
Are all the keys to make a kind heart turn sour
The bead of exhaustion drips down our brow
The possibility of insanity is very real right now
Why are we searching for something that's not there
True happiness is not a mask you can wear
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Addiction tears at me like a dull knife
Controlling the every aspect of my life
It breaks me down to little pieces
It makes you write your life thesis
I try to escape but its got a firm grip
Taking me on one long painful trip
Is there any way to eliminate?
This big bad wolf that doesn't discriminate
Its eats away at my very existence
This disease is so very persistent
It feeds on me from the inside out
Leaving a shell of extreme self doubt
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Silence is so good for the soul
To take a deep breath and get back in control
Just relax, inhale, and exhale
And keep telling yourself there's no right way to fail
Try to concentrate on your feeling of inner peace
And let the stresses of you life decease
Always be grateful for what you have
You're lucky to have a hot meal and a warm bath
It's ok to be different, unusually strange
Its ok to use a silencer at a firing range
It's ok to have evil thoughts, they're quite normal
It's ok to wear blue jeans to a dance that is formal
What I'm trying to say is that there's no wrong way to live
Just relax, and continue to give
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