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Brendan Thomas Nov 2019
The hills once green
Now Orange, browns and reds
Soon to be gray
Cold,barren, dead

Summer youth
Careless, happy,forever
Autumn age that brings
Wiser,smater,clever

Winter last
Dreams,memories, dread
Welcoming the rest
That only comes with death

Lay and take your peace
Up there upon your hill
Spring not far away now
Forever gone cold chill

Sun breaks the peak
And like water it flows down
Waking as it goes,all that have been asleep
And Life begins again
From the newly thawed green ground
Just below the trees
Where the sun kisses the mountain
Brendan Thomas Oct 2019
Taken too soon
Everything you taught me
All the love you gave
I miss you so much

Every day seems the same
I try to make you proud
It all seems pointless now that you're gone

I'll have to find myself now
But who am I trying to be
I dont know
Please help me
Brendan Thomas Dec 2017
On a high hill beside the ocean
A mighty boulder hung
Suspended by an equally mighty rope
One lone tree near the two
Many a storm had they both endured
The boulder and the rope always under pressure
The lone tree swaying in the wind
Occasionally the tree branches would bend just far enough in strong winds  to rub against the rope, fraying it ever so slightly
Then the wind would die down and all would return to normal
On a particularly stormy night the wind blew harder than ever before, the tree bent,rubbing the rope harder than ever before
The mighty rope could take no more, fraying, almost crying out as it did, trying with every last fiber to keep hold of the mighty boulder
But,alas, with a final sad groan, as if in apology to the boulder, the rope snapped and the mighty boulder dropped to the ground and rolled down the hill towards the edge and finally over and into the sea below, where it still lies
The boulder,the rope and the tree shall never touch again
For the tree bends with the breeze
And now the rope also is pushed by the wind
And the mighty boulder is beneath the waves
All feel relieved
But the tree grows and eventually withers
The rope that now blows in the breeze becomes unraveled
And the waves slowly wear away the mighty boulder
All were strong together
Now they are freed
Alone to face their ends
Brendan Thomas Dec 2017
In 1941
On this very day
A heinous deed done
In a cowardly way

Attacked while most slumbered
Chaos ensued
Now all awake
Their worst fears were true

Dead laying about
The damage was done
But a giant awoken
Fearing no-one

Heroes were born
From regular souls
Who leapt into action
Their futures unknown

The past is just that
No changing it now
Heroes from both sides
Lie dead in the ground

We should never forget them
One thing we Should do
Is never repeat
What both sides Did do

Attacked killed and maimed
The unfortunate souls
Both fighting for country
And the fight for control

Just thought I'd mention
What some had forgot
Freedom's not free
It cost quite a lot

We can never repay
What they have given
We can only be thankful
For such men and women
Hopefully we all remember what happened, and hope for peace and live life to the fullest
Brendan Thomas Nov 2017
Life flows like a river
Parts fast, others slow
Always ever changing
You go with the flow

Never knowing what's ahead
Can't forget what's behind
Could be rough Rapids
OR a peaceful flow through pines

One thing is certain
The river's gonna flow
Will you be the captain ?
Or simply follow where it goes?
Brendan Thomas Jul 2017
As I looked through rheumy eyes,
Intently peering toward the sun,
I kept up my gazing,
Blinded for fun.

Now all that I see,
Is brilliant and bright,
No longer in darkness,
Surrounded by light.

No more ugly life,
At least not for me,
I'll keep my eyes open,
And happiness see.

I'm seeing not really,
Though I'm not bothered true,
For my life is now sunny,
How about you?
Brendan Thomas Jul 2017
Feeling this bitter chill,
                 Intruding upon my body,
Warmth I'm craving,
                 Seems to elude me,
I sit nearer the flames,
                 Yet feel not their heat,
I listen to music,
                 Still can't hear a beat,
Spiraling down,
                 Where will it stop,
With me at the bottom,
                 And sadness on top.
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