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Best Poems Written by Taylor Brinsfield

Below are the all-time best Taylor Brinsfield poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Feeling

the feeling is bittersweet
the flux of rapture and melancholy
shadowing each other like the shaded sections in diagrams of spheres and prisms
yet not so obsolete
dashing in like a flash flood
a wild bronco of a storm
it leaves you slightly overwhelmed
like a tree pulled from its roots by the wind
in this moment there is nothing there
a cold stalking silence of perception
it is neither a cage nor prison
but neither is it home
i wrap it around my metaphysical from like a silk scarf to my physical
only deceiving myself with the carnal temptation of its pleasure
always ending on a sour note
like the ill composition of an unwanted acquaintance

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Dreamscape

eyes opened wide
I see fields and rolling hills through my morning dew drop
this is my dreamscape
walking through the fisheye lens
a friend, a stranger
smile of a Cheshire cat
the kaleidoscope rains down
a golden beach with that scorching, scorching sun
exuberating its power
lending it to my already open eyes...

Or were they closed...

seeing the beings in heat vision
dancing about my temple
watching my world respond in ancient tongue
one that I stutter to repeat
who could know
this is my reality

eyes closed

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A Poem

Traveling with light
its the only way to traverse time waves 
with my eyes clasped shut, i work the magic 
and leap from my vessel with wild abandon... 
only to capture the essence of a leaf 
on the tide of wind that bears it adrift 
ever so carefully so that 
unnoticed, like a thief, 
i arrive at my destination

have you ever existed two planes at once? 
could you stand witness? 
three times now has the world been awash 
waves crashing down with the strength of titans 
rolling in, hungry for sand 
the greatest seas swallowing the farthest deserts 
each time, i watched the world fade 
inhaling the brine, tasting the wide-eyed fear of the ones you love 
It asks a price of your soul

there was love lost, and there was absence of love 
a million highways captured me in their dreams 
traveler though i may be, it haunts me to walk it,
 as i know these many paths are mine 
from the crisp fall of cities asunder 
to the biting tundra of my north country 
leaving behind what i know, but never forgetting

sipping the brew of astral projection 
i've stepped into the multi-faceted diamond of my being 
and was graced by the lotus of the stars 
it's a fourth dimensional existence planted from the seeds of my ancients 
still asking questions, but no longer needing the answers

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Ocean Grove , Ebb and Flow

when the morning shines
the weeping willows sigh
not from pain, but because they love the light

when the day is gone
stars whisper eventide
I watch the moon, begin to grace the sky

my sanctuary, my celestial home
rests inside, this flesh and bone
I don't get worried by life's mysteries
I take them in like the ocean breeze

like the tide, ebb and flow
spiral-like, waves they roll
soaring through the cosmos with no place to go
feeling left my body, went straight to my soul

city lights, ocean grove
highway lines, lonely roads
let that loving trickle from my head to my toes
breathing is believing, that's the only way I know

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Willow

I wake up in the morning dew
and lather in the light
sweeter than a honey dew
I rise up from the night

take me to my aging tree
my warrior of life
ask him what it means to me
to wake up by your side

I found it in my garden stones
that's where I left my shoes
strong enough to crack them bones
but can never be abused

ponder on the riddle tomes
change them and confuse
I seek out the metronome
so I never get confused

when the rose will shed its thorns
to be naked to the truth
a different kind of love is born
what does that mean to you?

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Stalactites of Consciousness

dripping
tap, tap, tapping
onto the floor of my cavern
creating the supernova
blasting expression and light
silent but omniscient
reaching its fingers to
fill in all the cracks
gasping
we all come in to this world
feeling the pulsing energy of the ethereal
birthed through that holy volva
I learned that lesson from the Aging Tree
roots wrapped around my skull
enmeshing me 
to the ever present ebb and flow
working its way to my finger tips
where they dance across tarnished steel strings of my traveling guitar
to create...
stalactites of consciousness
tap, tap, tapping
onto the floor of your cavern
creating the supernova

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Vessel

I'm standing on my ship, embracing
all the waves that break unto my vessel

I looked upon your face, in rapture
and I felt....mmmmm

I live amongst the clouds
and I watch as we pass over my temple

a particle of one, you and I
shall we seek the answer to this riddle?

I'm standing on my ship
my goddess is my ship

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