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Brendan Gordon Poem
La plus belle femme dans la monde,
je la vois toujours.
Parfois, elle me voit. Parfois, elle ne fait pas.
Que doit-on faire? Que doit-on dire?
La réponse me échappe.
Est le langue de l'amour le même partout?
Dit-moi la vérité.
La plus belle femme dans la monde,
je suis manquer de temps pour la dire.
Tout ce que je tente échoue.
Les portes sont ferment.
J'espère que je reçois le courage pour la dire,
elle est toute ce que j'ai jamais voulu.
L'AMOUR est tout ce que j'ai jamais voulu.
Copyright © Brendan Gordon | Year Posted 2016
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Brendan Gordon Poem
Pursuing Apathy
Isn’t all it’s cracked up to be;
When all you want is love to express
For all the world to see.
No one said it would be easy
To learn to live and to be;
An emotional mess of joy and stress
Devoid of Apathy.
Copyright © Brendan Gordon | Year Posted 2015
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Brendan Gordon Poem
It’s times like these when all my mind
Asks where to go and where to find
The love and life that’s so deserved
When all that’s shown feels so reserved
Why do I feel what other’s revoke
When shame consumes the words that spoke
To happiness in day, and merry at night
For me, it seems, an eternal fight.
Words thin the blood; the pen is the razor
The drug of choice that seems to favor
Those of us with sadness to hide
So much love to give, spilling over the side.
And here we are, when said and done
My mind is broken, and my time has run
Does it get easier, when I turn the page
Or am I doomed to this fragile age.
Copyright © Brendan Gordon | Year Posted 2016
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Brendan Gordon Poem
Sometimes things need to be written to be said
Sometimes the singer doesn’t sing the right song
To express what is dealt with day in and out
What leaves us drifting on and on.
It’s not meant to be vain, or passive, but only the poem can bleed true
When at the end of the day, all that seems real is hidden behind a smoke screen of discontent.
What’s next? What is accomplished? That, it seems, cannot be answered by simply writing
It has to be said, to the right person, at the right time
Waiting it seems is the only path, and thus the hardest to endure.
I can’t explain it, but it feels like life is muddy with deception, where what is really meant is never shown true
I can only hope others feel the same, and more so, that others have the courage to agree.
Art demands courage because life does, and finding truth isn’t as easy as writing a song, or telling someone that you love them.
All we can really hope for is that at the end of the day, we find someone who feels the same, and simply share in the rush of emotions we call “life”.
Copyright © Brendan Gordon | Year Posted 2016
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Brendan Gordon Poem
Maybe
I’m not meant to be happy,
Maybe
There’s no point in trying;
Even if
I give the present a chance,
Even if
I say I’m not lying,
Feeling
Ups and downs,
Doing
Nothing at all;
Dealing
With what holds us here,
Living
Is worth the fall.
Copyright © Brendan Gordon | Year Posted 2015
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