Brett

Brett Feb 2021

Pictures

Poems are pictures
A lyrical mixture
Of memories turned permanent fixtures

A moment may fade
Like flowers withered on the grave
Portraits of passion stitched with pain

Ink is the clouds
The paper catches rain
Your mind the frame

Through which we see
Each and every part
Of whom we wish to be

#canvas #poetry #life #love

Brett Feb 2021

Winter Friend

Snow patters at my windowsill
As if it knows I'm restless still
It speaks soft
As if not to bother
Sings it's tune
So far from sorrow
I wonder if the snow
Fears it's own tomorrow
Whisped away by the northern winds
To end up places it had never been
Yet lay so still
And fall with grace
The snow finds home
In any old place
Each nook and cranny
Every branch and landing
And though it's cold
It's never bitter
It warms my heart
To see the snow this winter

Brett Jan 2021

Ver-b-ully

Do you know what he has to fight
To make sure he makes it through each and every night
Now don’t get it all in a twist
He would never take his own life
Or contemplate a suicide
But the voices in his head
Keep opening his mind
To maybe see what is on the other side
The universe lies just past the horizon of his eyes
Just a Ne’er do well
Trying to pierce the veil
This shells too small
And he is tired of being the snail
Just racing with time
So before he punches the clock
He says
I’m going to get mine
Too scared to death to ever die
Now he just gets loaded up and lets the words fly
So don’t get discouraged
Wouldn’t want his parents to worry
Cause he hasn’t slept in weeks
Too many poems to write
Too many lines swimming in his mind
He’s a word bully
Who verbally
Abuses verbs
Puts his heart and soul into every word
Every verse
Until the day the hearse delivers his casket beneath the Earth

#poetry #life #love #thoughts #smile

Brett Jan 2021

Passing Through

How it feels to realize
When you are dead and gone
The Earth just never ceases to spin on
To play the role of a pawn
Never to be king
Rally a feeling to find the highest peak
And jump
In the hopes of finding your wings

What is life?

To live and to die
Years lost in search of why
The truth lies in those weary eyes
Our broken hearts tattooed with the fading ink of foolish pride
Divided by battle lines
Of our shared scars
What is yours is mine
We are all just parting souls
Endlessly floating down this river of time
So, ferry me away
Just past this life’s horizon
Lies better days

Brett Jan 2021

Voices

I write these words down
For I fear how they may sound
When I speak them aloud
Fear of being painted as the clown
Maybe I’m talentless
Walking this tightrope
With no balance left
I try to break free
But I know life will be the death of me (ha)
I guess that’s true for us all
Falling endlessly
Its ten past three
These voices in my head are trying to get the best of me
“Just cry”
“Curl up and die”
“Find the highest roof and jump, lets see if you can fly”
All these bellowed cries have me forgetting lines
Same song on repeat for the hundredth time
I used to see a problem and jump in with fire behind my eyes
Now I shy away
Lock myself inside
Retreat to the deepest recesses of my mind
Like there is some hidden treasure I may find
That would allow me to rewind time
And make the same mistakes twice
For the sake of this rhyme

I used to worry about who I may be
Now I know
That I am just me
A fleeting breeze rustling through the leaves
A crashing wave
Another fish in the sea
All out of tricks
No more keys hidden up my sleeves
Now its half past three
And I can’t tell who wrote this
The voices in my head
Or the face in the mirror staring back at me……

#love #depression #thought #poetry

Brett Dec 2020

End Time

Had a vision of this year we lived in
Tougher than leather
We all seem a little weathered
Misery and company
Birds of a feather
Acting like midnight will come
Make it all better
Like pain asks for the check
And leaves with December
Like Corona is a broker
Who gives back life
To every evicted homeowner
Like this six-hundred-dollar check
Will reverse your debt
And breath life back into every soul who left
Praying for a new year
Does not protect
The nurse crying on her steps
Alone
Thinking about every patient that never made it home
New Year
New Me
Nah
Same song
Same beat
Lost in this heart of darkness
Still hungry humans begging in the street
Young kids clutching tight on the heat
Because it’s cold
And mommas got to eat
Parents devoid of sleep
Not knowing if they can pay rent next week
Approaching depths so deep
New Year
New Me
Nah
Same You
Same Sheep
Playing the same old record
On repeat

Love Each Other. Don't Hope for Change. Be the Change.

Brett Dec 2020

What Lies

Traveling on this broken road
My wandering mind
Gets lost in the rows
Of all these written lines
What lies below?
Black crows
And a vision of home I will never know

The night is dark and full of terrors
Or so they say
These nights I play psychology professor
To keep the darkness at bay
What lies beneath?
Gritted teeth
And a thousand crumpled pieces of loose-leaf

I hold the key
To the doors
Of whom I’ll be and what I was before
One last metaphor
What lies in the deep?
One last sleep
Eternal peace