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Best Brian Bronson Poems

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This Love

I don’t understand this life,
I don’t know what it is,
I only know this love,
I don’t know what it is.

Sometimes,
sometimes it makes me mad,
sometimes it makes me cry,
although I don’t know why.

But the part of me once dead,
is now alive with you,
I’m so in love with you,
I don’t know what to do.

Check out the video of this song at:
https://twitter.com/BFBronson/status/823011164703469569

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2017

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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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The Hand of Fate

My hand is guided
by a hidden force,
to take me in
to the natural course.

I know not what
may be in store
when I step
through the hidden door.

I feel it deep
within my core
when all is brought
to the fore.

I speak of it light
this very day,
but it’s no joke
that guides my fate.

There is no rhyme
nor is their reason,
in all our time,
in all the seasons.

So if you’re looking
for a reason,
you shall receive
an unkind beating.

But fools aren’t fond
of such a reading,
only lust
for another feeding.

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2017

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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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You Got Me

As I walk
through these streets,
it’s you I take,
along with me,
like a dream.

And it’s got me, Oh.
You got me, oh-oh-oh.
You got me, oh.

Ooooh, and your blue eyes,
they go through me
like a dream.

As I walk
through these fields,
it’s you I take,
along with me,
oh, like a dream.
And it’s got me, oh.
You got me, oh, oh, oh.
You got me, oh.

Ooooh, and your blue skies,
they go through me
like a dream.

For a video of this song:
https://twitter.com/BFBronson/status/822161758575939584

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2017

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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 consumes
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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Midnight, Love

Such beauty was never known.
Such seeds were never sown.
In my heart there is a tone,
where gentle knaves are turned to stone.

Fleeing back to hearth and home,
my body is chilled to the bone.
Upon the arch, the dire throne.
Where wilderness wept of hardened cones.

Sometimes I walk, yet ever alone,
In the heart of pleasure domes.
I come to you as a loving foe,
to dine this night with a loving soul.

Tell me when you’ll come again
So I may know I’ll see you then.
What was once is ever said,
My soul ‘til then is lost for dead.

Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2017

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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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