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Brad J March Dec 2010
I went to put on my shoes.
But when in my room I found
One not two.

This is not right I said in my head
I put them booth at the end of my bed.

I look to the right and then the left. 
And there I saw it under my desk.
 
I got down on my knees and looked under.
When I reached out for it it started to shudder.
I made a face then shook with laughter.
I must be going nuters.

Pulling it out I walked to my bed.
Then sat Down and shook my head.

"don't you laugh at me it said" I throw it down 
Almost wetting the bed.

That's not right I said shoes don't move or talk to you.
It laughed and said" oh but we do" 
I closed my eyes and said I'm going mad. 

Take it easy I said to myself 
It's just a shoe it dose not move or
Talk to you.

I picked it up and put it on.
On the way down stairs I stubed my toe. It laugh " see what I can do and I'm just a shoe.

One that's talking to you!.
© BJM 2010
Brad J March Dec 2010
The cold rain rolling cross my window pane. As it falls from the sky. 
The clouds drain and die. The trees they shake and shudder. 

As if frightened by the thunder. 
The wind blows their leafless limbs. Like a crowd of lovers waving goodbye. 

The lakes and rivers dance with ripples. The streams and creeks flood with water. Like the high ways on a Monday morning.

As the water falls to the ground.
© BJM 2010
Brad J March Dec 2010
This time of year
When the children play and cheer. 
Praying for those angel tears.
Mother gray children white
Sending her kids down through the night.

Dream like they fly though the sky
Hitting your face reminding you of a
Cold ocean spray.
 
The trees slowly become an 
army of granite white statues
Still in the night.
 
A littel boy works on a snow man 
an engineer of this cold white city.
The snow compacts under foot 
Groaning as it is slowly squished.

The air bites with almost a metal taste
My breath comes out like a 
Dragons fiery blaze but cold 
as ice in a foggy haze.

The girl a lion in the snow
Waiting to strike with her ball of icy snow.

The smell of smoke promising a fire 
Comes from the house just around the 
Corner.
© BJM 2010
Brad J March Dec 2010
Always by my side in these lifles times.
That cold summer night the moon full and bright.

She knows the pain of this heart 
And was there to stop the thought.
The thought that stabed my mind and hurt her heart.

She closed her arms around my wast
Keeping me in this place.
Keeping me from the dark bringing 
me closer to the dawn.

My life would not be the same 
If she did not love me in this way. 

Because of her love, I live today.
© BJM 2010
Brad J March Nov 2010
To lay down on my back
And feel the freashly mown grass
Like the feel of a short hair cut

Friends to the right and the left
Trying hard to see there best

 we lay in this moon lit feild
 staring at this stary gaze
To my left Orion's belt streching far into the velvet black sky

who would think such beauty could be found in this baseball feild when 
All you had to do is look up  
And see this sight witch I do love 

I lay and wish this time could last from now till forever past
© BJM 2010
Brad J March Nov 2010
Love can not be bought.
Or be paid.
Nothing given nothing gained.

To give up your heart to be with another.
To have nothing but share with eachother.
To trust the touch of another.

OH to know the love of the other.
© BJM 2010
Brad J March Nov 2010
Love can not be bought.
Or be paid.
Nothing given nothing gained.

To give up your heart to be with another.
To have nothing but share with eachother.
To trust the touch of another.

OH to know the love of the other.
© BJM 2010
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