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  May 2014 Brendan Thomas
Meenu Syriac
Solitude refined,
It aches in the most hidden parts
Of my soul, untouched.

Love refrained,
It aches to know we can never be,
It hurts to know you were
Never meant for me.

Searching for purpose
Why do I seek for love when I know,
It is the one thing missing?

Purged in iniquity
I dont feel human anymore.
Overpowered in every way possible,
Fighting for breath.

These words I write,
These words I say,
Can you hear me cry the night away?

I'm trying to come through,
Calling out
To the air.
Needless to say,
I feel like I'm falling
Head first onto the ground.
Here's something a little too sad.
Brendan Thomas May 2014
I stood in the street
                       In the suns direct heat
                                                       I melted

                                                       Into
                       The storm drain below
Mixed with the water

I began to flow

Far far away
                     Home to the ocean
                                                     From where I once came
                                                     Back in the sun
                     Heated  I rose
And again fell as rain
  May 2014 Brendan Thomas
Dark Jewel
Perspective.
Defined by the way you look at things.

What your views are,
Are very different,
Or Similar to mine.

Perceive well.
For your opinions are acknowledged freely.
But that does not mean,
That WE Agree.

What we see,
What we experience.
Is quite different from your nationality.

We do not fear this world,
Just fear what lies ahead for all.
What I see is very different from people. Use your eyes to see into the souls of others...
  May 2014 Brendan Thomas
Dark Jewel
Disguised as a shadow,
Creeping among the pools of people.
I watch carefully.
Reading every movement.

My eyes glitter in the light,
It blinds me.
I blink once, twice.
I now can see.

Living in the shadows,
You see everyone change.
Around you they age,
And become wise.

No one senses what you feel,
You fake a smile to appease them at will.
They dont know my pain.

Now as I walk,
Within the pool of people.
A riot has started.
Between them,
And my people.

Dont test the shadows...

It may be your demise.
Walk  within the shadows..
  May 2014 Brendan Thomas
Jack
~

Soft sand, quill feather dreams float silently as
aquamarine emotions take me there
on tides of sapphire sea spray waves,
beneath sighing tiffany blue skies

“I sleep, so I may dream of you,
on wind swept wings, forever true”

Caressing my body as I slumber,
this sea, my warmth, my comforting wrap
keeps me safe in the glistening bounty of all that is beautiful,
while my mind ebbs to its melodic sound

“Solitude lulls me, on whispering waves,
singing the rhythm of warm summer days”  

My eyes now closed, still witness visions of aquatic peace,
harmony on polished glass, mirrored by a morning light
along crescent shores and weathered dune desires,
resting somewhere between the pages of this I keep

“Your poetry my world, if ever we’re apart,
touches me with splendor, so soft upon my heart”

Soon I shall rise with the sun, framed by green mountains
and terra cotta sands, to walk among the ermine white foam,
tracing my steps and following my every thought
of you

“This love, as any ocean deep,
*within my heart, for you I keep”
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