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Michael Brozek Poem
Beginning to Focus.
Focus on my life, my step, my next stride.
Focus on myself, my goals and my pride.
Look closer at my love, how I give it and who will receive.
Look closer at my enemies, destroy their strength to deceive.
Re-learn to see and hear, develop a new sense.
Re- learn to trust myself, depend on my conscience.
As time begins to pass , as I inquire these new traits.
Life has re-opened my eyes and shown me a new fait.
A process through pain, Loneliness and Blue.
A necessary process, I now appreciate you.
While the equations began, I couldn't do the math.
I'd let this burn too long, without division of our ash.
An unsettling extinguish, Persevered in dark.
You've reignited me darling, re-set fire to my heart.
Copyright © Michael Brozek | Year Posted 2011
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Michael Brozek Poem
Tick Tick Sit Wait.
Left to ponder, left to rebuild.
A cut so deep, it cant be healed.
Forced to change, forced to adapt.
Does love change, inevitable trap.
A love thats lost, an answer to choose.
A scheduling conflict, an unfaithful excuse.
Deception, lies, and wrongful blame.
Powerful hurt extinguishes the flame.
Plentiful candles, fireworks and clocks.
Time to reset, uncover matchbox.
Tick Tick Sit Wait.
Copyright © Michael Brozek | Year Posted 2010
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Michael Brozek Poem
Your that being, that shadow, that figure in my mind.
My vision is pointless, could see your face in eternal blind.
Your that woman I describe, a faceless figure in my dreams.
No author dare describe your beauty, lack of creative means.
Rather die than ever loose you, A fear that can not worsen.
Your are my hero darling, You've always been my PERSON.
You take me on adventures, show me things I've never seen.
Your passion, love and beauty bring shame to what I dream.
Your eyes have made a shield and your heart is my protector.
Our love has made a symphony and our future the conductor.
Like a guide within your love, your trust, your grace.
My future, my dream, my darling your my PLACE.
I can't try to write it, can't even describe.
Don't know what wakes me up, what opens my eyes.
Shows me how to love and who will receive.
Fills my life with joy to overwhelming to conceive.
Makes me be a better man with family and with friends.
Shows me how to find the answer from which the love I send.
Lets me soar, lifts me higher like wind beneath my wings.
My darling its you, my noun. my PERSON my PLACE my THING.
Copyright © Michael Brozek | Year Posted 2011
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Michael Brozek Poem
-Why am I nervous to write feelings down I didn't know I was feeling.
-An urge to write, a feeling to.. articulate.
-What am I scared of as my write handles trembles, as I scribble nothings.
-Is there something important I should be saying.
-Staring..at..my..last..thought
-Waiting and hoping the next line will make sense.
-Maybe thats it. The fact that I don't make sense.
-Mixed up world.
-No LOVE.
-Afraid to trust her.
-Who is her?
-Who is her? Repeating myself as if I already know her. Jogging my memory.
-Is she looking for me?
-Can i still feel?
-Terrified to think that meaningless kisses and gently hard pulling hair is the future I will
build a family on.
-I am aware. Change your ways.
-But why?
-Why repair?
-Is she looking for me?
-For the second I'm pausing to look at my last thought, and I'm Gilligan. stranded.
-The shaking in my hand has become sweat now.
-Fear is described as a unpleasant emotion caused by the feeling that something is
dangerous, likely to cause pain or a threat.
-Answer: WOMEN.
-Answer to the shaking.
-Answer to the sweat.
-I'm scared, Its inevitable, you'll meet her and she'll cause you to write again.
-Must have faith in something your terrified of.
-What is scaring me now, has the ability to save me now.
-Answer: LOVE
-Love is Napoleon,Veni, Vidi, Vici.
Copyright © Michael Brozek | Year Posted 2011
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