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Brody Blue Aug 2020
In stillness silence roars and love sets fire
Darkness dead alight upon light's pyre.
Brody Blue Nov 2017
Here we go again,
Another yarn to spin,
As you once again
Pretend that it's the end.
And that besides your curls,
Your dimples, and your pearls,
You're not like other girls
And you wish you were my world;
And I wish you were all, my darling,
But I don't get to make the rules.

A man is not a man
Because he has a plan,
And just because he can
Counts ev'ry grain of sand.
For as sure as they are numbered
And that one and one is two,
Twelfth & Vine is on his mind
And Mississippi, too;
But I wish you were all, my darling,
But I can't seem to pick and choose.

Each time you come back down the hall ––
(Each time you earn my trust) ––
You confuse what you're supposed to do
With that which you must,
And by the idols of the mind
Young is wasted on the youth,
So to hell with being honest,
For once I'll tell the truth:
That I wish you were all, my darling,
But I wish they were all mine, too.
A song about hokum
Brody Blue Feb 2020
Angels have fallen
And the stars are crossed,
To everlasting pain
The battle has been lost.
And just when I think
That I can’t take anymore,
Look who’s knocking
On my door…

I bear cross and crown
On back and brow,
And you come now?
And you come now?
I defy the odds
Fate will allow,
And you come now?
And you come now?

It's been made clear to me
However hard I pray,
Time passes faithfully,
And love fades away.
But when I try to walk alone,
It takes not but a breeze,
To bring me down
To my knees…

I bear cross and crown
On back and brow,
And you come now?
And you come now?
I defy the odds
Fate will allow,
And you come now?
And you come now?

I don’t claim to have
An iron heart,
Nor one of stone,
Just one that needs restart.

I bear cross and crown
On back and brow,
And you come now?
And you come now?
I defy the odds
Fate will allow,
And you come now?
And you come now?

All that's given
Has been taken.
Brody Blue Dec 2023
As the bird sings
Moving on the air
With open wings
Neither here nor there
In endless song
As though in step along
With heaven’s rings
As the bird sings
Brody Blue Aug 2017
I’m no troubadour
Who sketches and scores
A playwright’s lovely romance
But thru the valves of my heart
Song swiftly departs
As time releases its sand
The cracks in cement
I’ve tried to repent
But the rain and cold continue their rants
Till I’m slowly calmed
By the manicured palm
Of the one who has my hand

I’ve traveled down roads
Of dirt and of stone

I fell on when I left the nest
Though the metaphor used
Is often abused
I figured that it was what’s best
Though I’ve often feared
One will never be dear,
I’ll only be under arrest
I’ve finally been freed,
Chains are what I need,
Of mail, my heart they protect

The ocean is vast
So I stuck to the mast,
Handcuffed, overboard I won’t fall
But my crew was in shock
As I picked thru the lock
At the sound of your siren call
Your voice, although pleasing
Was mighty deceiving
For my fate was not why you bawled
You were above the abyss
Hoping I could assist
You, and you’re submerge I could stall

Thru the forest we walked
As you blindly balked
Your grin and the squint of your eyes
Until the leaves were billed
Of their chlorophyl
And the shroud of green withered and died
And a rumbling stampede
Of a single black steed
Proved your wrists were still bound with twine
And the faceless champion
Carved out a canyon
In my heart and my soul was fined

’Neath the street-lamp that glows
As dim as my woes,
My mind won’t allow me to sulk
Under it I have pondered
And learned nothing is softer
Than your lips the gods had to sculpt
I’ve done nothing but croon
Thru cycles of moons
That your touch was one to exalt
But I refuse to desire
A fuel-less fire
So your mem'ry's shut in the vault

Thru midnights of bliss
With restriction dismissed
I cheered and clanked my glass of ale
And though the red in my cheeks
Proved my health was not weak
My heart was green and pale
And I battled demons
With horns and in sequins
And they seemed to always prevail
As conquistadors
Till I stood before
A mana-filled holy grail

A lonely brass chorus
Throughout ev'ry forest
And desert and sea all alike
Played the song of hope
You wrote and composed
When I came back into your sight
Though I was still weary,
Your memory dreary,
A haze in the past moonlight
I was soon convinced
By what you commenced
And my lamp was soon burning bright
A song about my mistress' eyebrow
Brody Blue Jun 2018
Must we go on believing
That the best is yet to come
When we both know for certain
All there ever was is done?
Because whatever we were meant to be
We never had a prayer;
You weren’t where you said you’d be
And I was never there.

I don’t mean to let you have it
Like I did back when in Rome
But the line goes slack for no one
And a soft tongue breaks the bone
But as for holding onto fullness,
As for reaching for my hand
All attempts are vain and useless;
I am never where I am.

So leave your burdens where they lie
With the words you’ve memorized
We said when we knew we’d fly,
And we’d never die,
And it was meant to be,
But it was fantasy;
And it was destiny
That won the duel

My beautiful little fool.
Farewell my love, farewell to you;
My beautiful little fool.

In spite of all that you’ve been taught
By the bull that you were bought,
And everything you think you thought:
You are what you are naught;
And all the days to come,
And all of your wisdom,
Will not save you from
Your heart’s rule

My beautiful little fool.
Farewell my love, farewell to you;
My beautiful little fool.
A song about the skull beneath the skin
Brody Blue Dec 2023
Who can say they went their way
And stood before the gate,
Turned back round from whence they came
And said heaven can wait?
Well, look no further, he ye seek
Before you meets this fate
(Whose love, when put in question,
Turned to hell for ease from heaven)

Between the winds,
Between the winds,
Standing in the doorway again,
Condemned to drift
Between the winds.

By the arrow’s nick, diseased
With merciless desire,
Quickly is the wit deceived
And blood drunken with fire.
Forever bound, as though enslaved
To passions long expired,
(Where love ever devours
Lovers lost to will and power)

Between the winds,
Between the winds,
Standing in the doorway again,
Condemned to drift
Between the winds.

O how the black wind blows!
O how the fetters clink!
As wayward souls thus wayward roll
And stare, never to blink,
Most deep into reflections
That they won’t disturb to drink
(As love takes all in loving,
Those beloved absolved from nothing)

Between the winds,
Between the winds,
Standing in the doorway again,
Condemned to drift
Between the winds.
Brody Blue Jul 2019
When I learned your love
Was now not mine for all time,
I disarmed my heart,
Because I thought life
Was what you saw with the eyes,
Not what you could feel.

Now, all I can feel
Is loathsome hatred, not love,
For my trickster eyes
That looked into time
Without seeing any life,
Neither soul nor heart.

And yet, still my heart
Beats on, till the day I feel
How swift is life,
And learn I need love.
I will beg of you this time,
With blood in my eyes,

With blood in my eyes.
Fragile is my lonesome heart;
Help me thru the time
So I learn to feel
Once more the fullness of love,
And how to live life.

For to have a life,
You owe the light of your eyes
And sweet breath. What's love
To a pale-green heart?
Not even worms does it feel,
Unimpressed with time,

Unexplained by time,
And knowing that dream called life;
How bad it did feel!
With blood in my eyes,
I beg you, take it to heart
That you have my love,

When in time, my eyes
See life in anothers' heart,
And it's me you love.
This is a sestina made up of six pairs of haikus, and a single haiku at the envoi.
Brody Blue Aug 2017
High on the mountain,
I’m all alone,
Sittin’ by the river,
Water splashin’ on the stones;
As mornin’ fills the valley
Where before, the night was hung,
I wake up from the wine
But the pines block-out the sun

And the rain ain’t pleasin’,
And the cold is on the ground,
And strung-out on the byways
All the highwaymen stand round;
And above the crooked timber,
All the whippoorwills fly blue,
And they sing a song so lonesome,
Can’t you hear it comin’ thru?

Or did you decide
That you’ve gone deaf and blind
And I’ve been on the job so long
Who knows if I’ll survive, you just sigh,
As I wonder why I keep on
Tryin’ to get to you;
it’s no use…

There at your window,
Leanin’ on the ledge,
Y’got ‘em tryin’ to beat the blade
With a nine-pound sledge;
Y’got ‘em workin’ on a building,
Ev’ry carpenter in town;
Well if I had it my way
I would tear that building down

But it won’t get done
All I could ever win’s been won;
And I’ve been on the job so long
Who knows if I’ll survive, you won’t cry,
But will you try, if I die
While tryin’ to get to you, to
Bury Me in Georgia
Next to you

After all that I’ve been had
You’d think that I’d go mad,
But my anticipation
Outweighs my lack of patience;
‘Cause I’ve been on the job so long
Who knows if I’ll survive, so
Bury Me in Georgia
Next to you
A song about peaches
Brody Blue Nov 2019
Deathless is your beauty, evermore
Boundless than the sea between the shore.
Nothing near your likeness have I ever come to know,  
A beauty deathless as a precious stone.

Though no diamond and no amethyst
Has yet to cross my sight I can’t resist.
But I would spend my final breath and even sell my soul
If it bought me you for me to hold.

But I’m afraid it’s much too great a cost
When all required to desire's lost.
And for me to sit and wait in faith with bated breath
Won't bring me you but only certain death.  

For deathless as your beauty seems to be,
It is not deathless in reality.
Every flower’s powerless when faced with history,
Deathless only within memory.
A song about fair youth
Brody Blue Sep 2017
Brass plays a sad tune
Over the motors of the pontoon.
I was lost; now I'm found
Rescued from
The dog pound

Mama! Mama! Go get a doctor!
Send forty days of rain
And a kettle of copper.
Ride that train! Hurry uptown!
That ol' blue norther's pourin'
At the dog pound

Well, it's hard to be humble
In this land by the sea
But it's so easy here to stumble,
Ain't it hard livin' free?
Hear that train? How sweet the sound...
That Burlington's a-blowin'
At the dog pound

Rally! Rally! Creepin' up the alley!
Rope that heifer! No slack on the dally!
Make her now become a cow
And milk the puppies
At the dog pound

And with the storm well on its way,
Back and forth the breakers sway;
Fools rush in, makin' their rounds,
But the muzzle has 'em puzzled
At the dog pound
A song about a train robbery
Brody Blue Jun 2022
Once upon a time
There was a king I'm told
Who made a wish and all he touched
From then on turned to gold.
I guess what wish to make
No poor boy gets to choose
Because everything I touch
I turn to blues

I'd tell you all about
How it all began
When I knelt before my love
And asked her for her hand
But all to say of that
At this point isn't news
Because everything I touch
I turn to blues

Like every mother's child
I've heard the white dove's song
But every time I tune my string
And try to play along
Him for the nightengale
I just seem to confuse
Because everything I touch
I turn to blues

It happened to the river
When I filled up my cup
It happened to the sky above
When I threw my hands up
So let the road I walk
Be glad I wear my shoes
Because everything I touch
I turn to blues

So listen little darling
But once I'll tell you this
If you get bold and hold me close
To steal away a kiss
The color of your rosy lips
And cheeks you're bound to lose
Because everything I touch
I turn to blues
Brody Blue Aug 2017
I gazed into his eyes like beads of sweat
Blacker than the empty spacious depths
Around the little bridge-like tiny speck,
An ember on His hearth
We only think is worth
Its broken wharfs.

He said to me: "Son, don't fear empty bluffs.
They may be steep but they're not steep enough."
And judging by the ace tucked in his cuff,
I knew he would be true
And his tale would be true too
About the wharfs.

"Throughout the many vicious centuries
The motor of it always seems to freeze
Until the kindled flame does hit the breeze
And thaws its frostbit joints
And burns the hand that points
Out from the wharf."

He cleared his throat and then he said aloud:
"Is piety reaped from fertile ground?
Or by the planter's hand is it endowed?
The answer lies in strife
So mount the throne of life
Far from the wharf."
A song about an improver.
Brody Blue Apr 2021
What gates dare guarantee defend against
A sight that well could launch a thousand ships?
Brody Blue Aug 2020
If I know one thing,
It's not for nothing
For someone to speak
When one must say
Something.

So I'll say one thing,
Must I say something:
Till I knew you,
My love, I knew
Nothing.
Brody Blue Sep 2019
What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?
Brody Blue Jan 31
Gloriana, standing still,
Leaning on the windowsill.
Hear my plea, I won’t be long,
Gloriana, hear my song.

Gloriana, in the night
Many seek to reach your light.
Some avow to come from far,
Most will stay who swear they are.
Of each would-be prince-to-come,
Gloriana, I’m the one.

Few arise who walk on air,
Fewer rise that fall from there.
So I kneel to ask that thee,
Gloriana, come to me.

What from heaven how high above
Bids the beast to sing like a dove?
What so near is near as far
As the utmost distant star?
Set my lightless torch aflame,
Let my fortune bear thy name.
Be my shepherd, be my lamb,
Gloriana, take my hand

And with a kiss, let it be shown
All is none till each be known.
Bare your light! Let it shine!
Gloriana, yours for mine.
Brody Blue Jun 2022
Of one man’s disobedience deceived to eat that fruit
That brought death into the world alone his sole repute
Whereby the serpent’s artful tongue misled did do that deed
And lost as he the blissful seat and rank of choses seed
But far unlike that spiteful fiend he fell when justly tried
Before the judge down to his knees with pleas for mercy cried
Yet when with mercy pardoned by the judge refused to cope
And let the loss of innocence be thought the vault of hope;
That which is dead within my heart revive and urge me play
A song that’s sure unto all man to justify your ways
Thru me tell the story, war on evanescence wage:
Goddess sing the rage

Of one man’s firm obedience both tried and tested true
Whose triumph, like the morning mist, gave unto each its due
When meekly giving up the ghost he boldly thus denies
A grave of such esteem for which a king would gladly die;
Whose kinsmen at the gavel’s rap like vipers drunk with wrath
Scourged heaven’s own begotten sent to speak on their behalf
And laid to waste that greater man then dared to go so far
As to blame all fault upon the silence of the stars;
That which is dead within my heart revive and urge me play
A song that’s sure unto all man to justify your ways
Thru me tell the story, war on evanescence wage:
Goddess sing the rage

Hail Holy Light! Offspring of Heaven’s word firstborn
Command the formless infinite at once take on thy form
And with thy vital lamp, dare I beseech thee to inspire,
Set fire unto darkness dead alight upon thy pyre
And from beneath thy sovereign seat where lies thy fountain’s spring
Oblige the maids of memory descend and sweep my string;
That which is dark illuminate, what’s low support and raise
That I in mine may for all time thru death still sing thy praise;
That which is dead within my heart revive and urge me play
A song that’s sure unto all man to justify your ways
Thru me tell the story, war on evanescence wage:
Goddess sing the rage
Brody Blue Jan 2019
Give me chastity, O Lord,
But please don't give it yet.
There's some things I'd like to do
And not have to regret.
I do pray though, O Father God,
That you are not like man,
But instead a lady, fine,
With loving, gentle hands.
And, if my desire be forbade:
Goddess, sing the rage.

If you wish to have all man
Inside your tender palm,
Flock your prophets to the mount
And tell them they are wrong.
For it was not a warrior clad
With armor and with sword,
But a woman, curious,
Who brought us to be lords.
And a mother's love cannot decay
Goddess, sing the rage

All faithfulness is out our mouths,
Our throats' an open tomb.
We seem to have forgot all
When we came from your womb.
Don't bother resting at our feet,
Your reverence is too great.
Just cast your wrath at our end
When we are at your gate.
And, in death, we'll give our praise
Goddess, sing the rage
Brody Blue Aug 2019
Everyday you say that someday
Far away you’re gonna fly,
Like a little bird that sings
Till it don’t mean a thing.
Good luck
With that
Goodbye.

Then early in the morning,
You up and pulled out on the sly,
And threw away in threes
The love I gave to thee.
Good luck
With that
Goodbye.

Even if I saw it coming,
Tell me what was I to do?
Other than pretend that all the lies
You said to me were true?

In two my heart is broken,
But I can’t find a tear to cry.
Nothing is to gain
When nothing helps the pain.
Good luck
With that
Goodbye.

Time to time I pray for vengeance,
Tooth for tooth and eye for eye.
But when the heart forsakes,
Just as soon it breaks.
Good luck
With that
Goodbye.

Even though you got it coming,
Tell me what would that make you?
Other than another broken hearted
Soul that’s down and blue?

If you're happier with someone
Who believes your every lie:  
Bless you all the way
Until judgement day;
Good luck
With that
Goodbye.
Brody Blue Nov 2019
Deserted on an island,
Wishing on a star,
To shine thru the clouds above
And show me where you are.
While I wait at the station
For the train that I'm to board;
I'm going home
For my reward.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.

My revels now are ended,
I'm a man of twists and turns,
With many words to say,
Though for sleep I deeply yearn,
I get no satisfaction
From either anymore.
Solely from your kiss,
Only this and nothing more.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.

I thought I'd find you weeping,
Waiting for me at the loom;
I thought I saw your headlights,
But it was just the moon.
Vainly, I drank up the sea,
And now I'm cursed to roam
The sands — again —
Alone

Deserted on an island,
Wishing on a star,
To shine thru the clouds above
And show me where you are.
While I wait at the station
For the train that I'm to board;
I'm going home
For my reward.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.
A song about salvation.
Brody Blue Jul 2019
There may come a time
When I go out of my mind,
Lest I see a light
From above shine thru,
And all renewed ‘neath the sun;
Then the sky may fall...

Summer’s turned to fall,
And soon will come winter-time,
A cloud covered sun
Robs wonder from mind;
Until the spring comes thru
Blessing us with light.

Though spring with its light
Will come, first will come the fall.
Go the whole way thru,
It soon will be time
To learn the limits of mind
Lies under the sun.

And under the sun
Is where you stand in the light;
So keep it in mind.
Summer’s turned to fall,
And soon will come winter-time.
Go the whole way thru.

Go the whole way thru;
Look toward tomorrow’s sun.
You will find no time
For the bright spot-light
When you wake up and it’s fall.
It will blow your mind.

If spring’s on your mind,
I’d advise, don’t think it thru.
First will come the fall;
A cloud covered sun
Will block out all of the light,
Then will come the time,

Your mind in the sun,
And shining thru it, the light.
But fall comes, this time.
This is a sestina made up of six pairs of haikus, and a single haiku at the envoi.
Brody Blue Jan 2020
The sophist never cries
And the prophet never laughs
Till the last become first
And the first become last.
lyrical sketch
Brody Blue Dec 2019
What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?

There is a time when all will be forgotten,
When all beneath the sun to ashes burn;
When the fruit on the vine is rotten,
And to earth, as dust, returns.

Howbeit, if with cloud comes thunder,
And with thunder, brings the rain,
All the same, we’re left to wonder—
(With no answer to obtain)—:

What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?

In spite of all the time we spend attending
To what's been seen and said, desired and done:
Clouds on high grow far-extending,
And the light is overcome.  

Howbeit, if with cloud comes thunder,
And with thunder, brings the rain,
All the same, we’re left to wonder—
(With no answer to obtain)—:

What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?
Brody Blue Aug 2019
I knew from the day we met
The past had closed its curtain. 
But if I made you mine today,
Tomorrow stayed uncertain. 

But if you stick around,
Paradise will have been found;
I'll never let you down,
If you stick around. 

Now we are together
With forever still to go. 
Who I’d be if you left me,
I don’t want to know. 

But if you stick around,
Paradise will have been found;
I'll never let you down,
If you stick around. 

If there comes a day
It hurts for you to stay,
I'll bite my tongue
And let you go your way. 

But if you stick around,
Paradise will have been found;
I'll never let you down,
If you stick around.
A song for Matt & Taylor.
Brody Blue Oct 2018
Around the clock
     By lot we rot
To rag and bone
                            Abandonned
As the hour and
     The second hand
Seem both locked-up in
                            Handcuffs.
We lost our mules
     To Arkansas,
In parts we saw 'em
                             Vanish,
While we both stood
     In silence, blood
Cov'rin' ev'ry
                              Canvas.
If they'd only had
     The medicine
And met us in
                              Ratón,
This mess we're in
     Would fester some,
Then just as soon
                              Pass-On;
But now on the edge
     Of the tiresome sea,
Each pledging
     The other to
                              Stone,
We push and shove
     Our hand in some glove
In one fast move
     Will be
                              Gone.
Meanwhile, the tides
     (Poised by Poseidon)
Rise and
                              Disappear;
Hound dogs bay
     Beyond the bluff;
Bandits watch the
                             Pier;
And I look thru
     My lookin' glass;
You, into your
                            Mirror,
Both only saying
     Anything
The other wants to
                             Hear.
Though ev'ry dime
     Was lent, we spent
Them all to keep us
                             Floatin'
As autumn rolled
     Past summer's fold;
Now, winter holds the
                              Ocean.
No matter how
     We stack the deck
Our cards cannot be
                              Chosen
So the ones at hand:
     Take 'em fast!
Before the river's
                              Frozen;
But,
     Taking too fast
     Won't make it last;
Watch out!
            Don't crash!
                             Bewarned!
A ******* gets faster
     In the late second-half
Dry,
     In the eye of the
                             Storm.

At midday
     You insinuated,
Beneath the noontide
                            Sun
That I'm someone
     Who multiplies,
But will divide by
                            None;
Who swears he can
     Be counted on, yet
Never counts past
                             One;
Who cannot tell
     All he's lost
Apart from all he's
                             Won.
Who to and fro
     And back again
Has witnessed ev'ry
                              Sky,
From Anchorage, to
     San Juan Hill;
From Bangor, to
                             Hawaii;
Who, facing off with
      History, compiled
On the
                             Sly
A litany of victory
     By trickery,
Where
                            I:

                 Took on one sun
                       Won by one
                                           Handsome
                 Rook took from
                        His high-hilled
                                           Mansion
                 Took ev'ry bird,
                        Turned word into
                                             Anthems;
                 Took the book
                          And shook out
                                              Ransom;
                  Met Set head-on,
                         Left 'im severed and
                                              Scrammed,
     ­             Put roots to soil
                         And oiled the  
                                               Cams;
                  Ran and ran after
                         That sure-footed
                                                Ram;
                  Stood under the light
                          With the swarm of the
                                                ******

Dont get me wrong:
      Life is long;
But time is swift,
      Adrift and
                             Blazin'
But you'll get burned
       If you don't learn
Advice is better
                             Taken
But
     Taking too fast
     Won't make it last;
Read!
       It's written in
                              Red:
A ******* gets faster
     In the late second-half;
'tleast, that's what
      The last one
                               Said...
Brody Blue Apr 2019
It should've been simple
To work it out,
And leave it all behind us,
But it won't be now.
It should've been easy
To live our life in love,
And reach our full potential,
It should've been simple.

I'll be so glad
When the sun goes down,
(And there's a darkness
On the edge of town)
And I'm on that midnight train
To leave behind my pain.
It was never meant to fall,
And above all:

It should've been simple
To work it out,
And leave it all behind us,
But it won't be now.
It should've been easy
To live our life in love,
And reach our full potential,
It should've been simple.

One foot on the platform,
One foot on the train;
Up above a raging storm,
Down below a freezing rain,
It was never meant to fall,
And above all:

It should've been simple
To work it out,
And leave it all behind us,
But it won't be now.
It should've been easy
To live our life in love,
And reach our full potential,
It should've been simple.
A song about an accident
Brody Blue Aug 2017
I saw seven years had begun,
It was good.
And I saw seven ears come from one,
It was good.
And the moon in the sky with the sun
Was so **** good.

And standing alone at the gate,
It was good.
I heard the earth come awake,
It was good.
But god only knows, if I break,
It's no **** good.

'Cause, I want you, tonight, over me
Yes, I want you, tonight, over me
You know what's true,
You know just what to do,
And I want you over me.

While the mountain fell to the sea,
It was good.
We fell to the sand on the beach,
It was good.
And it's obvious, naturally,
You know **** good:

That I want you, tonight, over me
Yes, I want you, tonight, over me
You know what's true
You know just what to do
And I want you over me

You know what's on my mind,
You know I'm thinking tonight:
I want you over me.
A song about a revelation
Brody Blue Jul 2019
When I was a boy,
I was destined to rule.
Divine right of the king
Means there wasn't a school.
I'd sit on my throne,
And long to look at the clouds,
And laugh at the pictures in them;
Now I'm under this shroud.

They say that a man
Is supposed to work to his bone,
But I'm only just a boy
Taken from his home.

When I was a boy,
I was put on a ship;
One leg of the triangle,
My back, they would whip.
I was brought to the new world
Where the faces weren't black,
And the flag had thirteen stripes;
That match the ones on my back.

They say that a man
Is supposed to work to his bone,
But I'm only just a boy
Taken from his home.
Brody Blue May 2018
I know I need to learn to love her now
But how do I know that I know how?
And even if I were to give her all my love
How do I know I'm who she's thinking of?

And even if I learn that she loves me,
For how long will her and I be we?
And, let's suppose, that the fire starts to grow
How long until it starts to lose its glow?

I know I need to learn to love her now
But how can I now that I found out
It's not enough for me to give her all my love;
I am not the one she's thinking of...
Brody Blue Dec 2019
Puzzling the will
Time immemorial, love
Floods the realm of time.
Midday thru midnight,
Hearts attempt to blind the mind,
Till souls fall headlong

Into hell’s pit, long
Before our determined will
Submits to our mind.
Nothing comes from love
By lovers in endless night;
Swiftly moves the time

Till there is no time,
And the days that once seemed long
Turn forever night.
What good will your will
Be if there’s no soul to love?
So keep it in mind,

Your limited mind,
That in unlimited time,
All but for your love
Will not last for long.
You won’t live to see your will
Brighten someone’s night

Lest you brave the night
With the might of your own mind,
And by strength of will,
Disregard all time
So long as the day is long;
Only then will love

Truly be true love.
For even a stormy night
Is not for love long.
For love’s of the mind,
As the heart cannot bear time
Nor implement will

That love has in mind.
Thru the night and for all time,
Love lasts long past will.
This is a sestina made up of six pairs of haikus, and a single haiku at the envoi.
Brody Blue Mar 2018
Marianne!
Come in my love, where have you been?
Marianne!
Come in out from the rain, madame.

Marianne!
It won't be long, the fog won't last.
Marianne!
So long as all shall come to pass.

But don't tell me you can't remember
That bright night last November,
Marianne!
Won't you be my friend?

Marianne!
Did you foresee this circumstance?
Marianne!
Don't lie! Y'know, I've seen you dance...

And don't tell me you can't remember
That bright night last November,
Marianne!
Won't you be my friend?

Marianne!
We’re right back where it all began.
Marianne!
Tomorrow marks today again.
A song about a revolution.
Brody Blue Aug 2019
Maybe in your world
You feel no pain
And cry your tears
Beneath the rain.
And maybe in your world
You ain’t been blue,
And what you say
You need not do.

Maybe in your world
The stones gather moss
And love’s labors lost
Is just a sunk cost.
Maybe in your world
Your resolution soars
That the cause of peace
Calls for an act of war.

Maybe in your world
You waste away the years
Giving hostages to fortune,
Taking counsel of your fears.
Maybe in your world
You desecrate the halls
Of man and god and law,
Robbing Peter to pay Paul.

Maybe in your world,
You’ll serve no time.
Maybe in your world,
Maybe in your world,
Maybe in your world,
But not in mine.

Maybe in your world
Justice you’ve been told
Is giving what is owed
Back again one hundred fold.
Maybe in your world
The benefit of doubt
Is for god to give the innocent
When he has sort ‘em out.

Maybe in your world,
You’ll serve no time.
Maybe in your world,
Maybe in your world,
Maybe in your world,
But not in mine.
Brody Blue Dec 2018
We were young and lost at sea
And red, the morning warned
Prepared to brace a gentle breeze
We faced the perfect storm
When from the depths of heaven
Came the naked angel fast
The hour was eleven
And her squinted eyes, they flashed
And she drove off ev'ry dream
–––  she drove off ev'rything

She promised me eternity
And everlasting glory
She's my memento mori

Unraveled like the band of stars
That stain'd the sullen eve
Were her flashing teeth, quite marred
By blood from fallen kings
Laced into her aura
Two polar forces rot
One is true with horror
The other one is not
And you will choose to believe
In the one that you seek

When she promises eternity
And everlasting glory
She's your memento mori

Pacing thru this vicious cycle
Set down here by fate
****** unto this broken mile
Stretching from his gate
Many hear the chorus
As a beacon of fair light
But the angels ain't here for us
They're here to take our life
And we will fall for her touch
And we will use it as a crutch

When she promises eternity
And everlasting glory
She's our memento mori

She promised me eternity
And everlasting glory
She's my memento mori
Brody Blue Jul 2019
Today is the day.
To yesterday, pay no mind.
Soon it will be night
When darkness rules things.
Whose corpse falls in the street, left
For buzzards to find?

Is it yours they'll find?
No. It won’t be yours to-day.
Leave for god what’s left.
Mercy? pay no mind.
You’ll find justice in the things
You will take to-night.

Soon it will be night
With a cloudy sky. You’ll find
Darkness will rule things,
Till the coming day.
To the sirens, pay no mind.
They have no song left.

Burn what they have left
To the ground. Light up the night.
Don’t pay any mind
To secrets they find.
They’ll be back at work some-day
Soon, and forget things.

And someday soon, things
Will be back like when we left.
Today’s not the day;
Soon it will be night.
At dawn, corpses they will find;
Mercy? pay no mind.

Mercy? pay no mind.
Go! Find justice in their things!
Take what you can find!
Burn what they have left
To the ground! Light up the night!
Till the coming day,

Pay no mind; what’s left
Are things to be had to-night,
Till the coming day!
This is a sestina made up of six pairs of haikus, and a single haiku at the envoi.
Brody Blue Sep 2018
A young man is wanted for ******. A hired hand at his heels, he wanders the earth in search of solace. Oasis found in a tired old town, he waits for the ties to be bound.
Brody Blue Jan 2021
Overrunning!
Where once before
When somebody coming
Was someone worth loving
I left in vain
Not but so to keep
Wanting

Overrunning!
Forevermore
For you shall I
Be who I am
Becoming

Overrunning!
Wherein once more
When somebody coming
Was someone worth wanting
I fled in fear
So as not to lose
Loving

Overrunning!
Forevermore
For you shall I
Be who I am
Becoming

If I know one thing
It's not for nothing
For someone to speak
When one must say
Something

So I'll say one thing
Must I say something
Till I knew you
My love I knew
Nothing

Overrunning!
Forevermore
For you shall I
Be who I am
Becoming
Brody Blue Aug 2017
Under the tree of the university
A shadow was gruesomely cast.
The branches made too much shade
And there grew no grass.
No one would lie under its wood
Down beside its trunk;
It wasn't essential, there was no potential,
Claimed the revered monk
But late at night you'll find him lying in the dirt
Wearing a Paisley Poplin Shirt

The click of the gears define his years,
A cycle on a chain
A cloud of sand thrown by his own hand
Hones forth his pain
He blows seeds of dandelion weeds
****** a ****** field
And he pretends that he intends
To reap this horrible yield
Because unintentionally he subconsciously convert
To one who wears a Paisley Poplin Shirt

Covered in rust, a blade he adjusts,
His mind remains unwrung
The words to speak were too **** bleak
So he cuts off his tongue
He'll be finished when he's diminished
These humanly sights
If there's no vision at the end of his mission
He'll gouge out his eyes
And Helen Keller takes one of her old ragged skirts
And fashions him a Paisley Poplin Shirt

Why must we be obsessed
With the unseen
When we know we cannot
Make something out of nothing
And to those of you who think that you cannot be hurt
Stones go thru a Paisley Poplin Shirt
Song Lyrics
Brody Blue Aug 2019
Slay the lion, slay the hydra,
Take away the hind’s horn,
For the fourth one, bag a boar,
Clean the stables  till you’re sore.
Give your word to slay the birds,
Swear to tame that cretan bull,
Ride the mares plum out of fuel,
And grip a little lighter the hip of Hippolyta,
Grab the girdle, jump the hurdle,
Steal the cattle from the fool,
And pray the beast won’t get the feast
He wishes of your skull.
And even if the apples
Aren’t as gold as ones you've known,
Never mind! Cut the vine!
Reap! Before that Titan goes!
But that distant thunder rolling
And the lightning all around,
Let it part before you start
Toward the triple-headed hound.
A song about labor.
Brody Blue Jan 2021
I wandered by the wayside
till I wore out my traveling shoes.
I stopped and smelled the roses,
it seemed to be that time was mine to lose.
But when the thorns drew blood,
I saw how little time I had to choose
To pluck the rose, or bleed out with
The rosebud blues
A song about everything you hate
Brody Blue Feb 2020
Drinking moonshine from the jar,
Getting higher than the stars
Till she no longer feels so far above me.
But I'll need another round
Because it's known all over town:
She don't like me like she loves me.

Though she might be thinking of me,
She don't like me like she loves me.
And it cuts right to the bone,
But I'm afraid it's set in stone:
She don't like me like she loves me.

Every time she'd start to stray,
Her heart I'd try and sway,
However far away she tried to shove me.
But all I ever proved
Was a cold heart can't be moved.
She don't like me like she loves me.

Though she might be thinking of me,
She don't like me like she loves me.
And it cuts right to the bone,
But I'm afraid it's set in stone:
She don't like me like she loves me.

I'd like to think someday I'll find
She's gone along and changed her mind,
Even if it's ever only slightly,
And begin to think of me
For the man she used to see,
But more than likely:

Though she might be thinking of me,
She don't like me like she loves me.
And it cuts right to the bone,
But I'm afraid it's set in stone:
She don't like me like she loves me.
Brody Blue Jul 2022
And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to book the train
Worlds apart;
Then when the whistle blows
And train departs:
The last to show's
The slow at heart
Brody Blue Sep 2023
The whistle blows, the brakemen call:
All aboard! Come one and all!
Ducking out of the rainstorm,
I boarded the train.
Paralyzed on the platform,
You stuck to the rain.

And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to book the train
Worlds apart.
Then when the whistle blows
And train departs:
The last to show’s
The slow at heart.

With both your eyes along the arrow,
You take your aim and draw back slow
When up from the mire
Comes a serpent that hisses:
If one never fires,
Then one never misses.

And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to set their aim
Past its mark.
Then when the time arrives
To shoot the dart:
The last to throw’s
The slow at heart.

[Horn.]

And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to rack their brains
In the dark.
Then when the light provides
What truth imparts:
The last to know’s
The slow at heart.
Brody Blue Feb 2019
Forever young are we
After they took that photo
I shed a tear molting from
The growth of the oboe
An orchestra they call us
But they misinterpret
Our melodies don't settle well
They are too far from perfect

And though an offbeat hymn
Is quite unique, the chance is slim
That you and me - you and I -
Were made to survive the night
So I suppose we juxtapose
Our movements

And drink the night away
And sing to hide away
The things we keep inside
And have a fly old time
'Cause you and me - you and I -
Were made to survive the night
So that's what we should do

Looking thru our letters
That pathetic alphabet
My smirk begins to widen
As my vision fades to flesh
And the moons that turn
Into dates upon the chart
Flash in empty space
Several centuries apart

And though the candle burns
The moonlight vandals yearn
For you and me - you and I -
To not survive the night
So be sure to endure
Their prudence

And drink the night away
And sing to hide away
The things we keep inside
And have a fly old time
Because you and me - you and I -
Were made to survive the night
So that's what we should do
Brody Blue Jun 2020
Let darkness be the day!
Let darkness light my way!
For I in vain do pray
These prayers unanswered.
How weary, stale, and flat
Seem wisdom, truth, and fact,
No tether graced with slack
Nor song with dancer.

I’m not sure what from it will bring,
But I’ve already stolen a new pair of wings
From the back of a moth,
Hoping they can take me farther.
Beneath the glow of a lamp I drift,
From the swarm of the ****** I cannot sift,
And beneath the light
Only makes the night look darker

On the path and its wayside,
Scour I both far and wide,
Finding not but foolish pride
That dulls no hunger.
And in faith with each day done,
I await the rising sun,
But as soon as morning comes,
Comes night to plunder.

I’m not sure what from it will bring,
But I’ve already stolen a new pair of wings
From the back of a moth,
Hoping they can take me farther.
Beneath the glow of a lamp I drift,
From the swarm of the ****** I cannot sift,
And beneath the light
Only makes the night look darker
Brody Blue Feb 2020
There's something when
I’m feeling down
That makes me feel
From sole to crown:

Love’s underway,
Heart’s overhead,
Time’s out of mind,
O! Sweet Red.

When I feel dry
She fills my cup,
And then each time
I drink it up:

Love’s underway,
Heart’s overhead,
Time’s out of mind,
O! Sweet Red.

Stars align
And I’m set free.
I was blind
But now I see:

Love’s underway,
Heart’s overhead,
Time’s out of mind,
O! Sweet Red.
A song about old wine in new bottles
Brody Blue Aug 2017
It’s true my friend,
She did leave again,
Though I did believe that
This time she would stay.
But I won’t regret,
Nor will I ever fret,
It’s only in
The game she plays.

And I just don’t
love her the same;
There’s not enough
To go around.
Though, when I
Hear her name
It’s such a
Lovely sound...

But she doesn’t care,
She only compares
Her field of daisies
With her field of hay;
And I’ll never know
What she’ll never show,
It’s only in
The game she plays.

And I just don’t
love her the same;
There’s not enough
To go around.
Though, when I
Hear her name
It’s such a
Lovely sound...

It’s two below
Here in Tupelo,
And I cannot feel
My fingers as they play;
But I can’t forget,
So maybe I’ll just sit
And think about
The game she plays.
Brody Blue Dec 2019
Love is all that’s good
In this realm of night and day.
We walk hand in hand,
Two lovers in light,
Till pale bones strewn in the rain
Is all that is left.

If not for the left
Turns that turn the tide from good
Cheer, to solemn rain,
Every given day
Would be fully filled with light,
None spent hand in hand.

But I fear the hand
We’re dealt will not leave much left,
Not a beam of light,
Much less something good.
And so now we brave each day,
Stoop and pray for rain,

Then when comes the rain,
Remain inside with our hand
Folded like the day
Each night, right and left,
Conflating fear with what’s good,
The dark with the light.

Love does not make light
Of those icy sheets of rain,
Nor thinks they are good,
But lends you a hand
And helps you take what you’re left
With, bright'ning your day,

Making every day
In spite of its darkness, light.
When nothing is left
Of the solemn rain,
Again hand in hand,
You’ll see it was good.

Thru that day of rain,
The light from your lover’s hand
Left you feeling good.
Brody Blue Sep 2019
The bell buried the day.
For whom it tolled played: "jingle-jangle",
While the hangman all but prayed
God made a single neck to strangle.
We mingled at the gallows
Till the marshal called a name.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.

Upon the figure walking up
The steps we fixed our gaze.
He stopped at the trapdoor
Like a mouse that’s ran the maze.
Yonder came a whistle  
At the station from the train.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.

“Yesterday you smoked away
Another’s final breath.
Today you pay the fine in full
For that life with your death.”
He bothered not to silence out
The plea he cried in vain.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.

“Where there are many winners,
There are just as many losers.
You faced the judge and jury,
Now you face your executioner.”
The marshal then keyed off his cuffs
And they fell with a clang.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.  

“So unto heaven from your feet,      
You’d better raise your head.
Now’s the time to choose what words
Will be the last you said.”
But he left no final word
Other than the song he sang.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.

“Let judgement run like
Righteous waters mighty as the stream!”
The crowd began to stomp their feet.
At fate the dead man screamed.
The marshal gave the hangman
A command and he was hanged.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.
Brody Blue Oct 2019
I'm not sure I know what it means,
But I've already stolen a new pair of wings
From the back of a moth
Hoping they can take me farther.
Beneath the glow of a lamp I drift,
From the swarm of the ****** I cannot sift,
And beneath the light
Only makes the night look darker.
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