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William Bracamonte Poem
There is one to my heart I hold dear
Never as such - have I ever
Truly loved and been sincere
Thankfully still together
Her beauty no doubt, as I never seen
Rosebud cheeks; a glorious smile
Glowing with such a radiance and sheen
Please stay awhile
Needing her. Does she need me too?
For this life not worth living
Caught in a web, spun on her loom
I give my being
Long black hair, covering a sumptous neck
Oh! And such wonderful mamary glands
A little roll to a lovely stomach
Please give your hand
Skin so smooth and soft to touch
The tone - the lightest shade of brown
The want; the need, it hurts so much
My head spins round
In this time. On this day
Struggling for; the mind and its games
Spinning like a top gone astray
Please keep me sane
Can she ultimately be the One?
In the foyer, picturesque on a pedastool
Sculpted, chiseled, basking in the sun
Never again fooled
Definitely feeling loves bell ringing
Not just folly, hindering the mind
Out in the rain, dancing and singing
Unearthly sublime!
Copyright © William Bracamonte | Year Posted 2011
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Tomorrow still trapped; in time, in this place
Two steps to the good, yet not enough
For the Black Ghost tugs by the 'ruff
A relentless cold wind stings my face
Try and break free, held tight is his grasp
Slowly wear down the brass of the clasp
To the left, nothing seen just the nights thickness
To the right, a dim light leading nowhere
Where's the moon and its glowing glare?
After some Rum, stumbling in drunkenness
A trip, then a tumble; and flat on the ground
A cry for help. No ones to be found
Beads of sweat tread my brow. Cheeks a deep red
A piercing sharp pain constricts my heart
Awakened suddenly, stuck in the dark
Turning to the side, rolling off that cursed bed
A dream, just a dream; then a sigh of relief
My mental state stricken by nothing but sleep
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William Bracamonte Poem
Tomorrow
Shattering like a window struck by stone.
Scattering shards of hope fall down.
Aimlessly wandering, no one place to call home.
Gone is the 'Welcome' once laid on the ground.
Where is She? The Saviour of Lost Souls.
Yearning to see the lady of luck, ten-fold.
Numerous wants of men, chivralous and plenty.
A heart, blood in blood out. Reverie?
Malecious is a rendition of Mona aseep.
Some say time can heal all wounds.
But that time, it never comes soon
Enough. For lifes mysteries are grand.
On an isolated beach, trodding the sand.
Though the Summer months stifle the air.
She lies by the wayside - half bare.
Penniless with no hope to buy happiness.
Is wealth mandated and worth the risk?
To counter somber and call it bliss.
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Seclusion brings forth such a boring and dismal life.
To be shy, to be coy; no love only blight.
What once was a heart full of happiness and glee.
Turned cold to the touch. Wheres the one to intervene?
Traveling to and forth down a street with no lights.
No map to determine. Maybe left, maybe right
Wheres the warmth and the touch? The joy and the love?
Only sadness and darkness and one lone star above.
One star shining bright in this huge and vast sky.
The blackness more bold in this wicked design.
Go run with the dogs. Let fate take its course.
Never to discover, to only feel remorse.
But there is a light and it never goes out.
For through the years only the strong and devout
Turn this flicker into flame, awaking whats inside.
Opening the hidden door to a World full of life.
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What a beautiful sight
The mountains and such
Cacti all around
Careful not to touch
A glorious place
A few drops trickle down
Nothing but orchards
And fields to be found
A lovely bird
Red head and black tail
Making its home
Then ready to sail
Through the blue sky
Clouds swirling about
The sun shining bold'
Steady and stout
Many a hoof print
On the well trodden ground
Men with big hats
Roam trails all around
Through the swinging doors
And into the big room
Glasses hit with a thud
As they crowd and caroon
It takes only a spark
Then into the street
Guns drawn at the hip
Ready to release
That silver tip thing
It flies through the air
One hit in the gut
No more worries or cares
The simplicities of life
Once upon a time
Only the fear
Of saving you
Copyright © William Bracamonte | Year Posted 2011
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