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Brandon George Poem
Held you
in the light
of faded blue jean
memories
Starring down the contour of your thighs
kissing gently the dimples of your knees
starting to squeeze
your ankles too tight.
That’s when you threw me
off of you
‘round midnight
train
stopped playing
that deep blue music
we listened to
last night
stand
swore there would never be another chance
you would give me
to make it
“all-right”
Fighting each other
not letting go
Fine!
“Good-Bye”
we are through
go find another pair
that fits you
broke my zi-
pp
-er
now I’m stuck
Bad denim
tossed with socks
in a donation box.
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Brandon George Poem
Deaths hand dealt
fire
flung with fury
towards fractured souls
that felt
life reduced
to fragmented parts
Crows feet
walked on strange places
following
a lost trail
leading
from a desert oasis
weathering
its sand
burning
them as they wept
Eyes
pouring
a river of faces
currents of memories
rolling
on
Tears
break
the dam of dreaming
that held back the reading
of gravestone
Infinite space
for last tear
falling
always
falling
towards the ground
forever
embracing
nights
eternal
sound
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Brandon George Poem
Whispers linger on wings
of butterflies
revealing
hidden worlds buried deep
in the truth
of each moment
Leaving reality unraveled
discovering wild notions of self
left locked
in dark recesses
of the mind
Seeing echoes
strange vibrations
third eye
no longer blind
Like stepping into a mud puddle
falling through
fully inverted
Piercing the veils
dripping
a prism of colors
aware and awake
inside
Humbled
by the experience named broken
stripped
of egos
pride
Whispers
of fluttering wings
are all that remain
of you
on the other side
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Brandon George Poem
Winter rains lover
the cold north wind
fought against the thought of warmth
in which we would embrace again.
It holds steadfast to the slow
beating of the window pane
drums loudly out thoughts
leaving us numb.
Ice courses through veins
long forgotten canals
whom once held court for promises
of love stricken stars
that fell from above.
Silence is left shouting
deaf tones
of moments
long held to endless night
shade
which we decided to get drunk on
and parade
through the death streets of our ancestors
dancing dreams
with them forever on...
...movements to the song.
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Brandon George Poem
Your eyes
are sapphire seas
ablaze
with a blue-milk moon.
They are uncharted waters
and my soul is a ship
ready to sail upon their waves.
I seek secrets of the deep
searching for undiscovered treasures
hidden in the oceans of your eyes
Carry me upon the winds
of your memory
Allow the song of your heart
to be heard from every gale,
as the story of you
is revealed
with each
pearl.
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How is it that I know your eyes?
That I understand
the language
of your spirit?
Yet
We are discovering each other
in this moment
for the first time.
Within how many lifetimes
have we met?
What is the number counted
for how often
our hands
have reached to dance?
Hands of strangers
upon first meeting
however known
across the expanse
of incarnations – once touched.
Lips that speak
of silent forever’s
adrift together
among the seasons.
A knowing
beyond names ever spoken
save the two that reside
in each others hearts.
You are the desert flower
I am the rain
fallen
upon scorched ground
in search of yearning pedals
that I may be
consumed.
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It is the rain
that drinks of the flower
absorbed
in its radiant beauty.
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Brandon George Poem
Plastic bags
hold plastic dreams:
Water bottles filled with filtered
hope seething chloride stained
brains left thought
-less attracted towards rancid
smile at the magic hat
trick of the eye
candy dispenser tossed on the ground
‘s keeper cleaned up from last nights
parade with clown
faces that look away when strangers
dance together in the rain
falling trash chokes the air
from a buttercup
fragments used to tie up
Bags full
Ready to meet
The garbage truck.
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Brandon George Poem
Pain reveals us
unbound to “normal” life
tw-
i-
sted
upon shelves
filled with feature-
less portraits of lies
told
at the super-
market behind the barber-
shop’n for smiles
‘n a stained t-
shirt
worn to church
service held
for our memories
baptized
in muddy waters
Reliving the revelry
played out like promises
swallowed
choking up – on pieces
of us drowning
under the bridge
I slept near
last night.
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Whiskey drawn tears
upon a face
that once sung lullaby’s
wiping away cries
a baby held in tune
to an old deaf tone
plastic blue bird
Red, red, red like the blush stained streaks on her face
Green, green like the car that sped on
Yellow like the police tape
marking off
-a place for the last
t
e
a
r
that fell
from her
drunken eyes
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Brandon George Poem
I find myself
in a curious state of observation
not that such contemplation's are foreign
still
fleeting feelings
of an alien nature
engulf me.
Like shadows forged from promises past
who's bodies lay in decay within unmarked graves
least I stumble upon their headstones
spurring specters and ghost of moments
long mourned.
Yet,
I find myself in a curious state
time washing bruises and cuts emotions made
in seething nights with brutal rage
there could be no right
only lasting wrongs
held hostage to justify fear and hate.
Now I find myself in a curious state
Asking: Could this be the edge of freedom?
A fulcrum of peace in a flotsam of chaos?
What a curious state.
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