Mar 20 Brad
John Keats 

Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
To those who woo her with too slavish knees,
But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy,
And dotes the more upon a heart at ease;
She is a Gypsy,—will not speak to those
Who have not learnt to be content without her;
A Jilt, whose ear was never whispered close,
Who thinks they scandal her who talk about her;
A very Gypsy is she, Nilus-born,
Sister-in-law to jealous Potiphar;
Ye love-sick Bards! repay her scorn for scorn;
Ye Artists lovelorn! madmen that ye are!
Makeyour best bow to her and bid adieu,
Then, if she likes it, she will follow you.

Brad French Mar 15

Oh sleepless night why come tonight?
Curiosity lead me astray
Now sleepless night show me thine telescopic sight

Oh sleepless night why torment me?
Thou came at a strange time in life
Sensuality cover of my sanity

Oh sleepless night why hinder rest?
Youthful travels delay gateways
Yesterdays, break of day, spiritual decay

Oh sleepless night how do you rest?
Time passes yet you do not lay down
Sleepless night show thine sunday best among the rest

Envoi:
Thine heart shalt rest no more,
Find eternal peace by the shore.

Brad French Mar 10

Rain falls quietly on my windowpane
Drowsiness overtake my own sedation
Truthfully I'm lost dropping down in vain

Clouds cry sometimes
Often sublime in a lifetime
Clouds cry sometimes
Often sublime in a lifetime

Yet finding peace in time
Is dropping down softly
For you and me to enjoy in summer time

Clouds cry sometimes
Often sublime in a lifetime
Clouds cry sometimes
Often sublime in a lifetime

Whatever happens during the storm
I'll be there, and I mean no harm
Listen to Zeus's masterful charms

Clouds cry sometimes
Often sublime in a lifetime
Clouds cry sometimes
Often sublime in a lifetime

Oh rain falls quietly on my windowpane...
Scribing  my pains away into the night
Charmed by the God of Rain

Clouds cry sometimes
Often sublime in a lifetime
Clouds cry sometimes
Often sublime in a lifetime

Don't worry loved one
Your not the only one
Oh, listen to the rain, its begun

Well here's a new form I rarely use. Lyrics are quite new to me.
Brad French Mar 6

I’m a zombie at heart
Viewing the screen all day
No life breaths in my heart
Staring at the screen everyday
Watching the fallout right before my eyes
Look outside, don’t you see?
You can be whatever you want to be
I’m just a zombie at heart
There isn’t much left
Medicated to the bone
Left untamed by depleting hearts
Oh so alone
Or am I?

Brad French Mar 6

I
Keats I can feel your pain deep below
Poetry is slowly killing me, Oh the flow
Help me find the musical glow
It’s up to her music’s poetry to save me
Or is it all in my mind?
Or is it to unkind?
I could do better than that-ignoring her-
II
I relax in my poetic space for awhile
Looking at this page of doubt
Fixating my mind in spheres
The glorious sound of music’s hell
She screams in bed while I play her shell
I think about all of her leers and fears-
III
Screwing her makes me move
Playing the lute, or should I say electricity
I only found out she only knew
I’m only there for her new-news
Irresistible love games and screws
She’s trying my luck- It’s time to leave-

I guess hashtags matter.
Brad French Mar 6

Nothing can hold us back baby
You make me nervous
Maybe we can go to the show-
Where the amplifiers take out lives
Lift us high above then send us back down low
Oh baby you’re a fairy, musical fairy

Now were at the show time is slow;
Your worshiping the band no one knows
Page would have felt the waves-
You send down my soul
In the land of falling so low
Musical fairy lingering so low

Pick up your make-up and wig
Its time to go go go
Around the stage here were go-
Feeling the music in my soul
You are too baby I know
Musical fairy show me where to go.

Went to a show with a girl that is immersed in music just as I am. Here's a poem dedicated to her.
Brad French Mar 4

Hydra among the icy waters
Her love encased among the frozen ones
Wraps me in an icy blanket among the dead
Serpents kiss on her brow
Now I’ve fallen into her lap or another trap
Poseidon discovers a trick to disarm
Yet she slips past his watery grasp in waves
Much of her troubles flow into me
Her heart, blue as the waters laugh
Slide among the creek beds
Freezing anything in her path
If only I could get out of her legs

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