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Brad J March Jan 2012
What can we call our own 
When are days are less than the stars in the sky.

There is no difference now
just hopes and promises soon shattered.
Brad J March Sep 2011
Desperate, 
Determined to find hope were there is no you.

long I've wondered here 
Looking
searching 
With not to show.

But there is no honor in despair 
So desperate to find
hope
Love

You.
Brad J March Mar 2011
Let not a moan nor sob escape thy lips.
As I fall from life's tree.
a leaf,
a life,
Blown away by the wind of my fathers lips.
Ashes scattered,
like so much chaff in the wind.
Not the end let not thy heart be dismayed.
This is but a joyous beginning.
I welcome the arms of death like a brother. 
For death shall carry me to the arms of my father.
embraced in light,
garbed in love, 
singing at the top of my spiritual lungs.
Let love pass between father and son.
Brad J March Feb 2011
The summer day's sun 
waves crash down on us.
From the restless sea of love 
deep and blue
Vast in its perfect motion 
coast to coast
Tenderly brushing on the hearts of men
 It slowly drags us into it's arms
We men who delve into these waters.
 Find out what it is to truly love
And discover
We are not satisfied with the shallows of the rocky shore.
© BJM 2011
Brad J March Jan 2011
A girl with hair like the pitch black night. 
And skin like the bleach white moon.

Steping from the shadows Into the light.

Her eyes lit with a firey baze.
Sparkiling like the sunshine 
On the mornings dew haze.

Her eyes in this way holding my gaze.
Full lips pulled back in a perfect smile.
Laughing I'm sure at my astonished face. 

This image burned into my mind.
Like the brand on cattle marked forever. 
Engulfing me as my brain surrenders.
© BJM 2011
Brad J March Jan 2011
The times when there is no sleep.
A thought that keeps you up.

Awake behind these shuttered eyes
in a dream from which you can not escape.
The hours when you lose grip of time
in an endless fight with your mind.
Fear leaving you paralyzed like a broken spine.
© BJM 2011
Brad J March Jan 2011
We fight to free ourselves from fear.
It's slavery over us vast i­n the air.
To give in is to die lost in the night.

Except the few that fight.
Riding fear like a wild beast.

A beast who all do FEAR.
© BJM 2011
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