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Aric J Brisolara Nov 2015
I refuse your refuse.
If you wish to speak
in the manner of manure,
do so in another’s pastures presence.
4 and 20 poem
Repost, because I accidentally deleted it...
Oct 2012 · 955
Meant to Be
Aric J Brisolara Oct 2012
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.
Jun 2012 · 1.3k
Nemesis
Aric J Brisolara Jun 2012
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
May 2012 · 650
Facebook Status
Aric J Brisolara May 2012
I stubbed my toe,
just thought the world should know.
Mar 2012 · 478
Life is a prayer
Aric J Brisolara Mar 2012
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...
Feb 2012 · 512
The End of Day
Aric J Brisolara Feb 2012
bed never better,
sleep never sweeter,
blanket's breadth bound,
day, dreams drown....
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
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.
still working on a few more stanzas and general editing....
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
Don't care
     what you say.
I'll go
     my own way.
10 word poem
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
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.
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
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.
Jan 2012 · 842
I'm sorry
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
I'm sorry
people are not the best
I'm sorry
you feel hopeless
I'm sorry
you still feel pain
I'm sorry
you get caught in the rain
I'm sorry
life's not fair
I'm sorry
people just don't care
I'm sorry
you stub your toe
I'm sorry
you made a new foe
I'm sorry
people treat you wrong
I'm sorry
your suffering's long
I'm sorry
you're lost and don't know the way
I'm sorry
the world makes the innocent pay
I'm sorry
there aren't enough who say
I'm sorry
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
The boy who laughed has lost his smile,
the tears pool, the eyes glare
His hopes and dreams blurred,
clouded by the youth of his mind and age.
One day he will learn, as we all have,
one day he will smile and laugh again,
one day he will predict his own maturity.
Jan 2012 · 553
Flush it down
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
This flash in the pan...
belongs in the can.
A poem about itself and other "bright ideas"
Jan 2012 · 808
Impatient Fellow
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
anxious, anxious, i wait and wait,
hoping for someone to take the bait.
i fidget and dawdle, but to no avail.
sometimes i wonder if i'm in hell.
it would make more sense
to be under the devil's lens
than to wait, wait, and wait,
hoping someone takes the bait.
Something I thought up while waiting to see if anybody noticed my new poems, but it also applies to when I think up what I consider to be a great Facebook status.
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
My dreams are an interstellar spaceship
(gotta admit, that's pretty hip).
I close my eyes and they take me far
beyond the reaches of the farthest star.
There I sit and ponder
all the cosmic wonder
of life, love, luck and chance,
and all sorts of circumstance.

I look to the stars and see
hopes of life in natural beauty.
Every path a new possibility,
my wishes come near reality.
I look to the dark and see
my fears pooling in abyssal sea.
Undisturbed, they're left alone,
for by my hopes, they are outshone.

To me alone belongs this view,
but my dreams were built for two.
Alone, I feel the cold,
long for you to hold.
Come with me, I'll let you see
all the universe in majesty.
My dreams are an interstellar spaceship.
Won't you join me on this trip?
Jan 2012 · 515
Life's a breeze
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
Life's a breeze
when all you know
are wind's whispers
Jan 2012 · 563
A Reflection on My Thoughts
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
Infinite galaxies created and destroyed,
distant memories long forgotten,
never spoken, never shared,
exist in reality? never a chance.
Jan 2012 · 723
To bed I travel
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
To bed I travel,
my thoughts unravel.
So weary am I,
as I close my eye.
I pray it comes soon
that sweetness of sleep.
For if not, I'll weep
and become a loon.
Jan 2012 · 606
A Psalm of Mine Own
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
I walk in Your way, yet the chains make me stumble and fall.
You always catch me, but falling still hurts.
You never promised an easy path and though I am but one, I follow.
Others walk the same path as I, but I cannot see them through my own darkness.
My own pride dims the light, my worries cloud in the shroud of darkness that surrounds me.
I hear Your voice calling me, yet I hesitate,
too distracted by the false prophets of light, who call me by my desires and my failures
who show the path to my own destruction.
They bog me in the sea of my own inequities.
But no matter how much I stray, by my side You stay.
You try to carry me, yet I squirm and resist Your embrace. I close my ears to Your loving words.
I complain when I should listen. I hate when I should love.
I focus on the pebbles in my way, calling them boulders.
I complain about the hills as I stand on top of the mountains You've helped me climb.
I grow weary of a battle already won.
It is easier to sink into the depths of a pit than to fly with the wings of an eagle.
I grow passive to the grappling of smoky tendrils that entomb me in smoldering ash.
Forgive me, O Lord, of my ignorance of Your glory.
Breathe on me yet again and let me live with the burning desire of existing solely for you.
Through my own darkness may Your light shine.
May Your light be so bright that it blinds me to anything else.
May Your light never waver, never dim within me,
but let it grow ever increasingly, consuming all of me.
Use me to light the darkness.
This I pray to be. Amen.
Jan 2012 · 2.1k
Biological Warfare
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
Sinuses, you have won today,
but the night shall be mine,
for down my throat
I have poured the elixir of wonder
and shoved the grenade
of mucus dismemberment
and I have aerated my nostrils
with the flow of nase.
I may be pass through the night unknowingly,
but at least I know that you will not hinder me any longer.
No more will my brain try to escape its confounds,
no more shall my glasses feel like they are crushing my nose as a grape.
I shall sleep as you are conquered.
Yes, you may have won the day,
but I, I will have the night.
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
These words
are the droolings
of ruminate
thought outworn
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                     to be w i  p   e    d     a   w    a    y         through a careless
flick                                                           ­                                         Unnoticed
         except as the byproduct of some failed attempt at grand thought
                        without purpose, without substance,
                         it is absorbed through atmosphere
                                       and it is gone.
Jan 2012 · 5.3k
To You, My Homie
Aric J Brisolara Jan 2012
You so gangsta, you so ****,
all you need is a little hug.

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