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Come With Me

Chorus
Come with me
to gardens green
where fields of trees
sway in the breeze.

I love you
like a dream
in fields of trees
swaying in the breeze.
Dreams are clear
or so it seems
in fields of leaves
swaying in the breeze.

Chorus

I love you
or so it seems
like a fearful feast
out in the street.
Dreams are clear
like a summer sheen
on a beautiful beast
who's  told he's free.

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2015

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Waves of Peace

Listen
to the calm
of my voice.
It is as 
if the
season of
the seas
has washed
upon you
the deep peace
of existence.
Well-being
and love
shall reign
in our hearts
as the
waves of peace
crest upon
our minds.
Peace is at hand,
in a peaceful land.
Tonight 
we are one.

Loose the
thin jockeying
of eternal shores
upon your brow.
What is one
has always
been
and 
will always be.
Be one 
with the peace
that comes 
to those
who do not
distinguish
their hearts
from others.

We and I 
and you
are all bound 
together
as one.
Be serene
in this knowing.
Let your soul
rest.

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2016

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The Grand Rhythm

Would you
like
to hear
of the wonders
of existence?
We make
our sacrifice
in service
to it.
Can it
tell us
all that
has been
and all
that will
ever be?
I do not know.
What sacrifice
would you make
to hear the whispering
at dawn?
Perhaps great.
Perhaps naught.
The simple truth,
I think,
is that we 
do not listen.
It can be
coarse
and even brutal.
But it loves
us more
than we perceive.
The song 
moves on
to a 
grand rhythm
and
we are dancers
to the beat.

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2016

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Ship of Destiny

We drive
the ship
of destiny
into an
unknown sea.
Monsters
inhabit
these waters.
We captain
this ship
with courage
and steadfast
nerve.
Let there
not be
mutiny
in our affairs.
The monsters
are waiting
for just
such
a moment.
Rather,
let us
unite
under our
stalwart captain
who heeds
the dangers
and steers
us
clear.
Make not
a war of words
over petty differences
in 
our 
society.

Tell me,
who has
the courage
to sail on
under
these 
auspices?

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2016

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Fear is the Little Lie

Fear
is the little
lie
that eats at your
soul.
What is it
that we
need
to be
that will make us
good enough,
strong enough,
invincible 
and superior?

Fear 
is the
monster
that consumers
your heart.
How can 
I be better,
stronger,
faster?

But what
I know
is true,
is that
it is not me 
and it is not you.

For someone to
begin
one must
know that
no one is inferior
and no one is superior.
We are all equal.
We are all one.

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2016

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Do You See

You see it
the way
you
want
to see it,
biased completely
and tragically
by what
you want 
to believe.
Or
you believe
your heart
is so
true
it could
never be wrong
about anything.

I find
these views
to be interesting
but 
wholly
inadequate.

The truth
is
the truth
no matter
what you believe.

Will you
divest yourself
of passion
and bias
to see things
more clearly?

I pray that
you will.

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2016

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Song of Healing

What can be
said
of the life
that is 
filled with pain?
Oh, that
there is healing.
The
soft,
warm cloth
of existence,
washing away
the tears
of your suffering.
So hope
in that.

Though ironically,
suffering
is so often
brought upon
one's self.

Be warned of
the false
traps
of the ego,
that are 
shiny
like diamonds
but empty
like space.

Be humble.
Be of service
and the bright
song of healing
will
play
for you.

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2016

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A Prayer for One

A single, cooling vessel
drives deep 
in the shower of bliss
that is present at the
heart of peace.
One comes to wrest it
from our minds
and one to define it.
Another says
the name out loud
and regrets it.
Fashion for me
the long dividends
of nature 
that arise to
separate our
divided nation.
A prayer for peace.
A prayer for unity.
A prayer for one.

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2016

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The Drowning Scenario

Down
in the palace
of
your disposition,
you devolve
around
the drowning
scenario.

Whispers of
elation
crawl
into your mind
where the
lines
unwind.

How do I
begin
to tell you
how beautiful
you are
when only
you can 
see the dreg?

I beg
for something
better,
but your disease
is far more clever,
as there
does not
seem to be
a magic lever
that can
be used to sever
you
from your disease.

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2016

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The Flame

There is
a flame
that glows
somewhere
in
the land
of the
unknown.
The fire is
bright
and filled
with
something
true,
and if we
stare long
enough,
it will show
us
what to do.

I have
born
the ills
of the dire
shores,
for a hundred lifetimes
and maybe more.
Yet find my way
home
by the light of
this storm.

Whisper to me
long
about the
quiet of 
the trains
that run through the
night
and to the insane.

What would you
have me do?
What is the worst
that you can say?

"I do not know."

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2016

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