Friday, March 02, 2007
I'm not a little misunderstood
And I'm taking the blame
I'm baring my soul
It does seem lame
To walk your way
And tell you I don't think
the way you do.
I don't care if you don't like me
I ought never to.
I'm your punching bag
And I'm the shoulder you seek
I'm not your closest friend
I'm not looking to be.
I really shouldn't tell you
What it is I think of you.
I'm confused and am man enough
to say that I am.
A little more than you expected of me
You really should've shut your trap
And never really said
Those hurtful things
You never meant
To say anyway.
So look away
As you always have
And go away
Somewhere far away
Where you won't see me again.
Posted at 11:12 pm by BryanD
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Monday, March 28, 2005
where will you go and cry, now that you
no longer have my shoulder, my ear, my view
where will you take your tales – of tears
of sorrows – lovers – hidden fears?
now that I no longer am around.
will you quake at every sound?
will you speak to birds and bees?
and chatter with the trees
as freely as you did before?
Or walk alone to the store?
will you laugh and blush ever again
or forever wallow in vain?
Posted at 04:11 pm by BryanD
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Read my words, and take them to heart
They're true, and if you should part
From a loved one, suddenly: Remember
There's never enough love to give,
Nor a moment more to live,
To tell that person, one snowy December,
at the winter of your life, just how
much they mean to you.
Do that NOW!
Am I sentimental? I should be.
Never been more thoughtful, you see.
Loss and longing is one thing, but
to be content, yet alone at that,
is not where I want to be at.
Is it not like being stuck in the rut?
There's nothing you could do
to change what you possibly can't.
Could you?
Posted at 09:32 pm by BryanD
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Sunday, November 21, 2004
Have you ever laughed at a cripple?
Or thrown rocks at an helpless cur?
Been to mindless bashes,
Where everything seem'd a blur?
Laughed at people who closed their eyes
And prayed to idols of stone and porcelain
Some that bled, and some that cried
And watched it all go in vain?
I judge you not, nor your deeds
I am not unstain'd, never was.
I'm not perfect, and it has never been my creed
To make another man live by my laws.
Posted at 09:38 pm by BryanD
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Tuesday, October 05, 2004
They take me
blindfolded.
Call out to see
if I am dead.
But I am not.
Not quite just yet.
I reply weakly,
“Not death…”
“…it is the least
of things I fear most.”
Darkness is, and still
I haven’t tamed the beast.
I walk like as if in a trance
drugged, intoxicated.
Fall, and fall to rise yet again.
An ancient Arabian dance.
Only this time,
I dealt the cards,
And yet my royal flush
Lay like impotent placards.
Waiting, eyeing greedily
they plot my descent.
They ogle and they envy.
Thus is every moment spent.
Posted at 09:17 pm by BryanD
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Saturday, September 18, 2004
Ten million times have I
Walked this lonely tread
Searching, crying, daily dying
Slaying the demons in my head.
You jest, and deservedly so
That I have still a long way
A long, long way to go
'fore I fie those clouds away
i must therefore, drown away
in puddles and slush and grimy dust
the kingdoms where carefree children play
and therefore I must.
fall, rise, fall again. get all wet and dirty
in the rain.
The pain shall pass and so will you,
A nightmare of this day
When skies - they were not blue,
And you silently walked away.
Posted at 05:07 pm by BryanD
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Thursday, September 16, 2004
You asked me what I did that was so bad
I told you all I never had
before. And you stared at me
Trying so closely, to see
What is was, that still
Kept this relationship an uphill
task.
If it were all that easy
Something it can probably
never be. I'd scour the skies
Ask every bird that flies
What it would take
from a house an home to make
for you.
This time though, there's nobody here
But you. Tho' never fear
I shall be there for you, if ye
should ever need me.
But, until then, my sweetiepie
These 13 degrees of invisible divide
Shall remain.
Posted at 04:53 pm by BryanD
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Friday, September 03, 2004
Then the red earth bled
And a figure in white
Gently walked among the dead
She was radiant and light.
A creature of ether
Among the vilest of the nether.
She waited awhile,
Sat beside a darkened river,
To her own self, smiled
And arose, with a shiver.
The morose then faded
From the wretched, yet shaded
Unholy, and evaded
And bore an halo
Of morning bright.
A promise of what yet might
Be.
Posted at 03:02 pm by BryanD
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Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Do what you want
Without fear of derision or taunt
'Cause nobody knows you
Better than you do you.
Its easy to try, to blow a balloon
Yet, you cry when its pricked, much too soon
Would you, then wailing for another
Trouble your poor sweet mother?
I am what I am
And that's the most I can say for me
A treasure that's measured by the gram
I stretch on till eternity.
Do you believe that it is
But easier to believe
That a moment is worth a miss
Than a carefully-made mitten you weave?
I must, as I know I will
Undoubtedly, be King of the Hill
The master of all I see
Yeah......sounds pretty much like me.
Posted at 09:27 pm by BryanD
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Monday, August 09, 2004
A rose for you, my love,
The gardens can never grow.
as freely as flowing brooks
Or the winsome wind that blows,
caress those thoughts of you, I hold.
They wither in time
And die unknown, unloved.
But we are undying
Like an unfulfilled life
where last leaves are a-falling.
A rose is all I have
No dreams or futures
Do I peddle. Just this wondering heart
Full of incessant fears
of being apart.
Do not forget me, my red, red rose
And remember me well.
For memories are but a few
crushed petals in fickle minds,
but my rose is forever...
Like a fragrance left behind.
Posted at 05:31 pm by BryanD
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