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from the song Unactualized
Possible …
I gazed into a midnight sky
And darkness fell. It tripped upon
The thoughts and dreams of light
That I had placed so softly under dawn.
A bulb, a sun, a flame arrived;
A stimulating warmth of mind
And thought of which I’d been deprived,
Illuminated lands that shined.
Then dusty smoke and echoed shots
Destroyed the calm horizon band
That stretches, boundless of my thoughts.
My mind is mirthless reprimand.
Without a moment’s second glance
A band of unknown foes commences
Seizing moments from my trance,
Suspecting I expect suspense.
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Divergent time-lines, moral choices,
Rehashed philosophy, rehearsed voices,
Ideas of ideal worlds, idyllic, I discover
That awakenings are rude,
So from a dream I do recover.
Premises invalid, involuntarily construed:
Therefore, one can’t conclude.
The vast expanse of matrices lies amongst the truths
Wherein I long to find response, sedating where it soothes.
Maybe we’re living in an unactualized possible world
Where we’re waving a white flag we haven’t actually unfurled.
Inside our minds, or out, we all feel the blows of doubt,
and which is the truer reality, tightly around which I’ve curled?
Maybe we’re living in an unactualized possible world.
from the song My New Addiction
(Jacki Sue) …
The words I’ve shared are honest in
their spontaneity.
Sincerity is not to be rehearsed.
Your clever eyes say bookloads of the finest poetry
And I’m enthralled each time you care to quote a verse.
Jacki Sue,
I suffer in my solitude when lacking you.
I’ve never been
Completed ’til my heart, you pinned,
Sweet Jacqueline.
from the song Serenade (I Am
Not A Psycho!) …
Your lawn is so cold, turn on your
patio light.
I know for an absolute fact that you’re home.
I watch you in the window almost every night.
I sing to you here so you can’t hang up the phone.
But I am not a psycho,
But then, what would I know?
Now please do not leave me.
You’ve got to believe me.
I am not a psycho!
Don’t run away.
The day I first met you was likely a portent.
Your beauty is much to hard to resist.
When I tried to court you, you tried me in court, and
I will not cease. Nor will I desist.
from the song Verse Wears Thin …
My voice sings out while my poise
stays in.
The songs get soaked like they never have been.
The chorus never concentrates.
The rain, the wetness saturates
A well-meant line. The verse wears thin.
The music pours while meaning hides within.
I haven’t had a vast experience quite yet,
Although I’d like to think I will.
(I hope one day some answers come.)
The turmoil taunts the meantime. Storms get me wet.
My stories fail to thrill.
(My melody is mute, my diction’s dumb.)
With desperate measures in desperate times,
Desperate keys, and desperate rhymes!
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Therefore Fanfare 0:53
©2003 Brian Michael
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