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Brendan Thomas Feb 2014
Tired and sweating
A tangle of limbs
Passionate kissing

Exploring their love
Thought to be gone
Been together so long

Still much in love
They're starting to see
He still loves her
She still loves he
Brendan Thomas Feb 2014
Little white pill, oh little white lie
You help me feel nothing
I reach for the sky
Numb and amazing, how happy am I

No more lies, tell me the truth
Wicked little pill has been so abused
Or is it me,I'm the one that's been so abused

You told me a lie
How happy WAS I
You were just using me
Or was it me using you
So much confusion
My life is now doomed.
Brendan Thomas Feb 2014
I woke in a darkness that paralyzed me
Looked for some light,still could'nt see

Time standing still,feeling alone
All by myself,nobody home

Out of the darkness I saw a faint light
Saw the alarm clock,realized it was night
I quickly turned over and turned on the light

No longer scared,what a beautiful light.
Brendan Thomas Feb 2014
Darkness encircles my soul deep in Hell
Cut down on the battlefield, I died where I fell

Swirls of color and light, appeared when I passed
I was back at the battle, but now as a guest

Farther back still, we went through my past
Saw my mistakes, my pains, and my laughs

Now I know how I ended up here
I lived as a heathen and never knew fear.
Brendan Thomas Feb 2014
I,m not poet ,not scholar , not perfect at all
I make mistakes often I stumble ,I fall
I read and I write , do the best that I can
But after all ,I'm only human.
Brendan Thomas Feb 2014
A call to arms,a call to arms
The peasants rise up from the farms
They're tired of weeding,planting and bleeding
All for their lords wanting not for his needing

All of their lives worked away in the fields
Only for the maybe, occasional meal

Their lives were hard,though they complained not at all
NOW they cry  JUSTICE and FREEDOM for all.
Brendan Thomas Feb 2014
The blind man sees with fingertips
Kisses his wife with his lips
Hugs his children in his warm embrace
Never will he see a face

He knows the steps through the house
Cannot see it ,but can hear a mouse

He walks in darkness all the time
At times I think he sees more than  I

Not limited by what he sees
The man who can hear the falling leaves.
Hopfully everyone likes it,
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