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Bryan Taylor Poem
We look for that that does not come and go,
It cannot be organic form, subject to decay.
Thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know,
Yet come what may, our inner child continues to play.
In the quiet of our minds, where secrets softly whisper,
Echoes of our truest selves, hidden deep within.
Like a constant, gentle river, pure and clearer,
Reflecting the essence that lies beneath our skin.
Amidst the chaos of the world, ever-changing, ever-new,
Our core remains steadfast, a beacon in the night.
An unchanging truth, authentic and true,
Guiding us forth, through darkness to light.
In the mirror of the soul, beyond the physical sight,
Lies the unaltered spirit, untouched by time's flight.
Here in this sanctuary, where our fears take flight,
We discover who we are, in the stillness of the night.
Who are we at our core, if not an eternal flame?
Burning bright with hope, love, and dreams untamed.
In this journey of self, no two paths are the same,
Yet in every heart, the core's light remains unclaimed.
Copyright © Bryan Taylor | Year Posted 2023
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When twilight whispers secrets to the stars,
And moonlight dances soft upon the sea,
I think of fate, its ever-winding scars,
That led my soul through time to find thee.
Life's winding road, so rugged and unclear,
Held shadows deep, where dreams would fade and fall,
Yet through the dark, your light drew ever near,
A voice of hope, a whisper through it all.
Two hearts once lost now beat in perfect rhyme,
As if the heavens wove our paths as one,
A thread unbroken, stretching out through time,
Bound by the stars, beneath both moon and sun.
For life’s true gift is love we cannot see,
A timeless vow: "You are my destiny."
Copyright © Bryan Taylor | Year Posted 2025
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From passion's fire, both love and hate are born,
Twin flames that flicker, dancing side by side.
One offers warmth, while one will leave you torn,
Yet both consume what’s hidden deep inside.
Love crowns the dawn, but hate will greet the morn,
Each holds the heart, no place for peace to hide.
Though hearts may ache, the truth remains the same:
Both love and hate will burn you just the same.
Copyright © Bryan Taylor | Year Posted 2025
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