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aric-j-brisolara
aric-j-brisolara
American I am who I am. I write what I write. It is what it is. [A short prose writer giving his hand to poetry.]
I refuse your refuse. If you wish to speak in the manner of manure, do so in another’s pastures presence.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
I Have No Need for Your Bull Now
I am man broken, succumbed to the fall, my shattered shards are piercing reminders that I exist in mere mortality. I dreamt of flying higher than the sun, yet constringed chains constantly crushed my corpse. The wind to lift my wings and fill my sails scatters my scarred shards of soul while it wails. Man, have faith in me who created you. Look again through eyes not your own, but mine. See what I see, how I meant you to be. When you thought you were broken, incomplete, I broke away all the needless pieces. You are free of unnecessarities. There is no need for your uncertainties. You fly not by your power but by mine My wind carries you higher and farther than your wings could have ever lifted you. In me, you have life; I am life itself. What have you to fear, when I am so near. You ran away and hid yourself from me. You are never too far away from me. Come back! Let me finish what I started. There is still more work to be done in you. You are broken, but I will make you whole. Through all the pain and joy, stay close to me, I will show you who I meant you to be.
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Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 10:13 PM UTC
Meant to Be
You look down on me from supposed heights. You think yourself the world's axis. You exercise control at every chance. You spy on me like a vulture, waiting for a chance to feast upon my carcass. You think I don't notice. Tinted windows hide not identity! You will lose this game you play, for no one plays it, but you. I will continue, regardless of you for in my world, you do not matter. The things you do are inconsequential My mission calls me higher. Stay in the world you've schemed yourself I had evaluated you as an equal, how far did discernment deceive. I name you not even worthy enough to be named my nemesis
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Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
Nemesis
I stubbed my toe, just thought the world should know.
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May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 10:14 PM UTC
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Life is a prayer never ceasing, a cycle of concerns and celebrations, a continual cry to God, deeds done and words whispered, a silent hope of recognition and response, and after the rush of emotion and passion, the silence as we wait and listen...
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Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 12:18 AM UTC
Life is a prayer
bed never better, sleep never sweeter, blanket's breadth bound, day, dreams drown....
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Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 1:48 AM UTC
The End of Day
I tried to write on the wall of your heart but with grudge the gates were rusted shut. I was left outside, waiting and hoping. I pulled on the portal gate with all my passion, but the constringed chains closed chance. Exhausted, I whispered please, I serenaded and susurrated, softly, sweetly, but still the barred path stared back at me. I stopped trying. I waited. I never left. I stood, I sat. I walked around, but never departed. Eternity passed, but I waited still. I slumbered at the gate, afraid to leave. Jolt! I woke to chains clangorous collapse A statue I remained, afraid of dreams embrace still bound. The gate swung slowly open, aware of its very action. A breath I barely breathed. Invited at last, I slipped within.
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Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
I tried to write on the wall of your heart (work still in progress)
Don't care what you say. I'll go my own way.
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Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 10:36 PM UTC
Independence or Blind Arrogance?
My poetry is thought unbridled. It exists to exist and is simply nothing more. I, the speaker rare, write thoughts when I dare, before they, streaking by, are never to be reminisced. The gods of my words strike as lightning, quick and strong, leaving me stunned, thunderous resound within my mind, but these titans of colossus thought are too strong to be snared and restrained Then fate would have it, with grace they do appear but... the sylphs are marred by the scars of these glyphs. And so, I'm left with the mortal drabble, the fragments of a various whole. They exist as I exist and are simply nothing more.
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Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 8:41 AM UTC
Thoughts Unbridled: My Poetry's Apology
I hold my hand to the window pane and hope somewhere you do the same. I watch the stars as they watch over you and wonder if you watch the same stars too.
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Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 6:28 AM UTC
I hold my hand to the window pane