Best Poems Written by Brian Bronson

Lust

Words will sour
in your lust
for power,
it is these
deeds
that come.

Prayer is lush,
it makes
one cower
but pure
is the cure
that scours.

I fend off
these baleful insults
which tumult
through my brave
innocence.


The flower 
of the flesh 
is stretched
into power.


I oft come
here
and smell
the daisies
by the lake,
where bones so
fresh
waste away
in your wake.

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