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Bruno Simmons Poem
The tears that I ‘ve shed have run
a long and winding course. The
hurt amazing, the memory aching,
at times, as if no recourse.
Your memory stayed, an
unwelcome burden laying on me,
like a stone. Too many lonely nights
crying and alone.
My hope tossed, left behind the day
you walked away. Your memory
beautiful but painful, refusing to fade.
I’ ve faded to black, I live in violence and
memory. My fist my outlet to try and blur
a memory.
Pain and blood live with me like a lover. I
await the day, when you are no longer
remembered.
Oh to move on with my life, to simply forget.
I dream of death, to forget all regret.
I love you as if yesterday we had shared a kiss.
I hate my stubborn heart; you I still miss.
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Bruno Simmons Poem
I need you. You are like air I am being deprived.
I need you, the heat of your body, the fire in your eyes.
For you I thirst, you are like water for my soul.
For you I have waited, in my loneliness and cold.
For so long jaded, the hope of love all but abandoned.
For so long separate, sadness my only companion.
How long can a heart live, when broken in two?
How long can my heart stand, the pain of missing
you?
The sun blocked by slate gray wintry clouds.
The sun blocked, the warmth of your love.
Your memory never ending, a constant torturing.
Your memory I hate for it leaves me crying.
Oh to be strong, your prevalence I would cast adrift.
Oh to be strong; the impossibility of this.
A soulmate lost; how can this happen?
A soulmate lost; can I ever love again?
It is insane, you’ve been gone so long.
This is insane, my love for you still so strong
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Bruno Simmons Poem
Freedom
When the light of liberty is
taken from me, my soul is
veiled, I can't feel or see.
When the waters of the sea
are a dream to me, daily I
become lost, numb to feeling.
When all I have are memories
that invade constantly. How
much longer to end my lonely
crying?
As the years progress in this
drab place. Tears fall familiar
on my face.
Through the bars and wire
I see a world of beauty. I
Wait for the day to become free.
Free to soar and indulge in all taken
for granted; a kiss, the ocean, the
love of my family.
For now still tears fall familiar on my
face. With my liberty comes smiles;
my fettered nightmare erased.
Daily I come closer to becoming
unencumbered. I await a free world,
all it’s peach and wonder.
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Bruno Simmons Poem
Beginning
The beginning of birth, the beginning of life, that
special moment, when you first open your eyes.
The beginning steps, quirky and funny, soon
mastered, eventually running.
The beginning's are beautiful, as is the case with love.
That first kiss, first look; as if from heaven above.
The beginning conversatios, where it seems you have
everything in common, you come up with pet names
like, baby and pumpkin.
The beginning, where it seems neither can do no wrong;
what a coincidence, you even like the same songs.
The beginning, can a love seem stronger? It's like there's
no other way, this has to be forever.
The beginning, something to always remember, for when
you pass that point, it's a memory to treasure.
The beginnings, sometimes not heaven sent because,
though beautiful in the beginning, pain filled in the end.
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Bruno Simmons Poem
The Ode to Yore
An ode to yore, when smile’s genuine;
when so much more dear; we, God’s
children.
An ode to yore, when we, young in life.
All’s learning; the start of life.
An ode to yore, as years have
progressed; all the hurts and happiness,
more memory for us.
An ode to yore. As young has passed.
We seek contentment; a love to last.
An ode to yore, when seemingly all’s
revealed; a time to reflect; we’ve grown
older still.
An ode to yore, I still young at heart. My life
an ocean, to share with my Love...Tess
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Bruno Simmons Poem
Oh to cleanse time, a different life.
A life and time when all's true smile.
Oh to cleanse time, to cleanse the slate,
to go back to a time, before pain.
Oh to cleanse time when love was new,
the beginning’s so beautiful; memories
won’t leave you.
Oh to cleanse time when you knew
the true me and, I the true you.
Oh to cleanse time, before chemicals
addiction; oh reason to celebrate with
just smiles you re using.
Oh to cleanse time, when free not a,
dream. A time for life, a life's new
meaning.
My time being cleansed, a voice on
the line. A time to cleanse the lonely,
leave lonely behind.
Tess...
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Bruno Simmons Poem
The day before today, there was another me,
another me less lonely, another me free.
The day before today, when once there was
liberty, I was a creature of the ocean, my days
and nights asea.
The day before today, I ride the tube of the perfect
wave, gliding in naturalbliss, its’ surges and swells
remind me of how magical nature is.
The day before today, in the dark oceans I dived,
living off natures abundance, fishing to survive.
The day before today, life was much more sane, for
now I am fettered; my freedom I await to attain.
Today is today, I am far away from my yesterday, I am
where I am, I await the day before today.
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Bruno Simmons Poem
Rain
Like a child stuck inside because of the rain,
I gaze the window wishing I could play.
I wander through my empty rooms bored
of it all; up and down I pace these lonely halls.
I try to find joy inside my desolate ruins;
faded pictures, faded memories is all I am seeing.
It’s so drab and cold inside my, “home,” I
wait for the sun to come and hopefully warm my soul.
Rain, sleet and snow come down from above,
here I sit lost and alone waiting for the warmth of love.
I see you across the street, you also want to
come out and play; wait with me baby, love is patient
and, the sun in on it’s way.
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Bruno Simmons Poem
From a faithful heart a world torn apart, from a battered
mind two taken from time.
A heavy heart you touched my soul though to me you
were not know but, in this senseless violence there is comfort
because to Heaven you have flown.
When I think of this wildness I can’t help but be filled with so much
anger, I lay my face in my hands and cry for your terror.
A million antecedents, your heart must have been huge; or did he
ingrain in your mind something that wasn’t true?
For love or something, you endured and paid the ultimate sacrifice,
so let’s never forget Teresita and Rachel, ironically they showed us
how to save a life.
From a faithful heart a world torn apart, from a battered
mind two taken from time.
(Victims of family violence taken from the world)
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Bruno Simmons Poem
The love, the unfathomable for me.
Peeking through glass, from the
phone line I gain feeling.
So long deprived and, suddenly
inundated. There is beauty in the
clouds again just from words you
are saying.
The dark and the drab, clear up to
light. The hole in my soul miraculously
made right.
Loneliness and isolation, will it possibly
leave? All my hopes and dreams may startling
come to be.
Oh love, out of darkness you bring luminosity,
so long this dark road tread, so nearly
losing my sanity.
I don’t exaggerate when I speak of my near
losing of me. It’s just being alone so long and,
we’re not meant to be solitary.
For the Lord said,” for companionship we are
made,” and it seems I’ve achieved his blessing,
for the angel of you has been brought my way.
If I am to assuming in the way I feel, all I know is ,
'it’s better to have loved and lost', than to take the
chance of losing a dream.
So I pray for you patience and, you’ll always
have my eternal gratitude, for if and when darkness
falls, I’m sure I’ll always love you..
Thank you.
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