Crude-fashioned like grandma's cookies
from Gold member's lips are best put down,
kisses that are mighty sound
ignored like day and assigned as ignorance.
Although the beggar dreams of the Old Design,
pangs of the new stupidity can’t subdue
a crown (of thorns perhaps, or stick and stones).
But protest words?
that are abound...

That cool dominion summons
but a few to service. Effective prose will act
and do no less
upon the herds as great solutions.
Moxie can isolate the owner's
my way or the highway, let's be friends
mentality with a beyond itself right-of-place.

Vote against this bruising insanity.
Just in case.

Debbie Brooks 2014

The birds break into song
as they see sweet Serenity
ride on by
the morning mist dances
the sky swift changes to bright light
as sweet Serenity dances into the day
Eluding memories of summers splash
water temperatures just perfect
Little Serenity tiptoes in
as she sings her song ...

"Red leaves fallen upon the dock
and the birds fly by, the butterflies
with striking colors, touches my nose
and makes me cry."

Little Sweet Serenity riding shyly
on her little bicycle
sweet as pie, loves to eat blackberries
on the hill by the railroad track
until the train came racing by ...

As the twilight begins
the folic in the air
little sweet Serenity
has a tummy ache
to many blackberries
to many songs
sends little Serenity
to say good night
until tomorrows new light ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

Taste the moon, my friend

listen it will sing at night

a generous portion of love

with dark colored  sun filled glass

causes this somber sad expression

fills this anguish of mine

to melt my tears of hate....


Let me feel the moon in my bones

behind my wounded heart of mine

a ballad, oh moon, you do sing

from the deepest part of my mind

harbors past missed opportunities

of events through my lifetime~


The moon is raining my tears at night

feeling the sadness of many a years

bounds to my very soul

to take my pain of the disturbed peace.....


The world has gone mad

my life is your equalizing song

rain moon rain, with all your might

Let me radiate in your light....


Let's taste the moon tonight...

Debbie Brooks

Her tears are all she knew,
and from this day forward she flew..
to be no more; she mourns
simple white roses,
tangled and torn
in her golden hair that poses
her crown of thorns
bloodstains that disclosures
her angelica face of bedlam dreams
so torn to be free, oh so free
angels fall sometimes even cry
and maybe just maybe angels die....

Debbie Brooks 2014

Where tears are all she knew,

and from this day forward she flew..

to be no more; she mourns

simple white roses,

tangled and torn

in her golden hair that poses

her crown of thorns

bloodstains that disclosures

her angelica face of bedlam dreams

so torn to be free, oh so free

angels fall sometimes  even cry

and maybe just maybe angels die....*



Debbie Brooks 2014

The sun empties into the mist
climbing to meet the flames of hers
strangers gather on the green
chocking on life, and love
scent of seared flesh
empties into the sea ....

He dampens her gown of glory
in her ashes that are smothering
to the ground, she is burning slowly
for the moment....for her passion
cries for his love, but the emptiness
is to long .....

An undergrowth of thistle choke wisteria
suffers along her eyes, weeds engulf the earth
where blue and white belongs...his passion runs
awhile, looking for his woman, running kisses of
passion... as weathered hands of longing
like lines in an old face of time, vines entangled
the old gate of life, where indifferent lives wander
through empty rooms surmising the cost of survival....

The wind echo's a gentle sound of love
trailing footprints of life, surmising strokes
of gentleness...

Chapel bells of quietness, longs for empty
mornings of want, with prayer short lived
as children cry out their hearts...where
drops of stone leaks out the tears
of emptiness ....

Debbie Brooks 2014

Hello, you can call me Samantha.

This is the first day of the rest of my life and it might be my last.

Imagine me this day, maybe I wasn’t the best kid in school, and I always felt alone. I didn’t try very hard because I never had anything to work for, and I always dreamed. Dreamed about becoming anything other than I was.

The child abuse that I endured, the **** later on, Was it too much to bear? You bet it was!

That’s when I ran away. The pain was just too much.

No One there

To hold me

Tight

A house

Is not a home

So please

Don’t tell me

That happiness

Is there

When a house is not a

Home

You see that house with the kids playing and daddy is smiling and mommy loving? That is not my home.

Where it’s fun to live, the noise would be too deafening of laughter in my throat.

Where tears are all I knew, so from this day forward I am gone.

To be no more;

She had white Roses in Her hair

In her golden hair

Her crown of thorns

Bloodstains

Her angelica

Face

So torn

Free

Angels

Fall sometimes

Angels

Even

Cry

Where was she to go?

Running away to a nowhere ending,

There were no roses, no violets, and no violins. Only pain and no surrender;

Her mother died at age 10, she thinks in 19 something, her memory wasn’t that good anymore and then the abuse started. All she knew was that her mom had been dying for years and her father was a very angry man. Samantha was the one her father took the anger out on.

Actually her mom died when she was born, and then at three she died a little more, then at seven she died lots more and then at ten she was in the ground.

As far she recalled her mom has been slipping away for years. Slipping, slipping and slipping. The casket just made it official.

She was always just out of reach. So you see she had a ten year lifetime of the inevitable.

When she left for the last time sleeping that last sleep of forever and enduring of five years of her father’s ****** her and beating her.

That day she just walked out!

Samantha did not care where she went.

A short lifetime of regrets, goodbyes, longings and yearnings and wanting love that was never meant to be:

How long does Samantha just keep on dying with her? How long?
As her head lay down next to her mom’s that fateful day.

That’s the day she ran away;

Debbie Brooks 2014

You caught my eye that first day
the hand and the looks drove me wild
I tried not to look when you would smile
until the drink, the love affair...

Your hand would brush my hair away
touch my lips with a soft touch
telling me I was beautiful, lets love just this once
not being able to tell you no...

As I drank my martini, your hand touch my leg
my eyes got wide, and my heart skipped a beat
and there you were so close to my lips,
with your hands pulling me up
lets go get a room, you would say....

My new black dress felt so good,
my bond hair hung to my waist
my blue eyes shone with delight
but the room, and your look of hidden desires
and the lost of self....No, I just can't..

I want more...

Debbie Brooks 2014

Blue rays of the sun
Burn deep in the improbability
Of reality

Turning my outer layer skin
To a dark
Sensuality

As the second layer boils
And my sores
Of pain, rise to my fate

As I wait in vain,
Hoping my time with him
Will heal and create

As I dream of the summer moon,
Its light soothes
Me

It covers my wounds
From the blast of the burning
Sun degrees

My nightmarish love never shields me
From my boiling
Blood

I am stuck knee deep
In the spoils of the
Blue rays

Debbie Brooks 201

You walk into the room
dimly lit I see
take me by the hand
holding firmly to me
tracing my mouth
with each finger so lovingly
with the tip of your tongue
guide me longingly....

I try to catch my breath
wanting it never to end
reading pretty words
in my ear to blend
with the kisses planted
on my neck so sweetly
telling me no fear
you will be there ever more....

You see this Dream
I am having of you and me
is trying to wake me
I am fighting so reluctantly
I want those hands
to hold me tight
and never to leave me
and stay for the night

Pulling me closer
to your hot form
keeps me wanting
more and more
so I pray this dream
never ends
Oh sweet one
sing to me one more time....

By: Debbie Brooks

Life moves all that I breathe. .
Threads of eternal life it would seem
Makes it seem it's time to die
But last night.
My heart fell for you
Overtaken by a storybook romance
A fairy tale love stole my heart,
I lay bare in the temple
With my heart on my sleeve
Each beat, wanting another
Your kisses blessed my hands so still
As I turn my eyes inward, I am saddened to see
You walking away...
Down corridors of heaven that bless thee,
Our burning passion that burns so deep
That once touched my soul
Deserts me..

Debbie

This life, a piece of cloth
Stitched by each breath
Death is merely a pendulum’s sway
While life seems so far away
Last night...
The heart that you wore on the sleeve
Lies abandoned...loose
But that is just what gives life
A cause to take another step forward
To keep that heartbeat pulsating
A search for an anchor, a sail
Guiding the heart’s boat through storms,
The passion that once was...
Is weft and warp of the fabric
Called life..

*Dee

Come sit in the garden for a while
See the flowers smile
They will give you love
And a few flowers for thee and me
You will have such peace
From their loving place
Of their delightful sounds
With treasures to be found
Their sweetest songs
Come from wonderful thoughts
They will bade you welcome
From the deepest soul
Kindness overflowing
That sweetly flows
Fond of life’s joyful noise
‘Come, come.’ They will say
‘Sit awhile and find your fate!’
Full of love your find at the gate!
Foes and friends
Will last the night
Their beauty your see
Will give you such delightful
Beautiful gardens full of flowers
Toads running amuck
Among the hours
The kitchen cupboards
Filled with sweets
Holding firm that we can dream
The sea lays calm’
At the side.
The moon is fair
Sitting with mom in her chair
Heaven by light is great to see
The paths she takes a delight for all
Never tirelessly will succumb
But will always be the mom
We love!
From Your Daughter Deborah Jo...

he wants me bad.. I know he does,... he keeps sending me looks..

AS I sit here the looks you throw
tears me apart,
the atoms of my body breaks into
my destination, is a world unknown
my wants, wants to run,
my soul, screams into eternity
there is too much too do..
maybe I don't want to do this
maybe my heart is screaming no...

Maybe, just maybe France looks good this time of year
maybe I will leave.
I believe in second chances, but baby not with you....


Debbie Brooks 2014

To taste the moon,

as it sings at night

a generous portion

of dark colored  sun filled glass

causes this somber sad depression

fills this anguish of mine

to melt....

Let me feel the moon in my bones
behind my wounded heart of mine
a ballad, oh moon, you do sing
from the deepest part of my mind
harbors the past of missed opportunities
of events...

The moon is raining my tears at night
feeling the sadness of many a years
bounds to my very soul
to take the pain of the disturbed peace
the world has gone mad
my life is your equalizing song
rain moon rain, with all your might...

Debbie Brooks 2014

Her eyes pull you to her.. her lips kiss the air you breath
you feel the notes falling around your mind
and you can't wait to take her right there
where she stands... Let's dance .. and then
you take her to the moon...

She sings so seductively  ~~ come let's dance
the music sways through your bones
her hair plays around her face
her lips beckon to please come on
swaying to the music on the radio
her body would become the dance
her hands would follow every inch
of her love ...as you longed for every inch of her....

But dont break her heart.. you would tremble
you would cry for her...she entices you so long
you would ache and know she is falling fast
as you tremble, the music plays and she pulls
you along, don't be long man, you are where you belong...

You feel her breath on your cheek and you sway with every feeling
as your body molds into hers.... you take her on the dance floor
your body cannot take it anymore...

Debbie

It's been awhile
you and me sitting on our patio
listening to our 70's songs
'why do you love me most'
holding our hearts in our hands
you making me dinner
touching my heart..

The day you left, hurt me so
but darling there you sit wanting
oh yes wanting to come back
I have to admit, the damage was done
the pain was formed
the tears destroyed so much
but there you sit..wanting me once again...

Should I have a hard heart
a cold soul, a nonchalant attitude
should I nod my head, that yes I want you in my bed?

Should I cry my fears, tell you no
or melt in your arms once again
like I did before ???

Darling, you do look so handsome
you are promising the stars
my lips want yours, tell me something
what should I do, do I let you  in
do I let you hold my heart again?

Debbie Brooks 2014

A poet's pen is a wonder to behold.....
it never sleeps..

It goes to bed hungry anxiously ready to wake up and write again.. ..
Wants only to make its thirst quenched when it never can
holds on to the tomorrows and cannot forget the past.
Writes with love and pain and sometimes hatred
to satisfy the hurt that life can cause AND LAST.....

Hold that Poet's pen
hold it to your heart
to sing its praises
that cannot take a flight
sings of many sorrows
never to see the light of day
buried in many hearts.....

The prisons of come what may
The roving poet
sings of yesterday
crying of tomorrows
which will never come
the Poet's pen never rests with tears to hold it on.......

Debbie Brooks

How can I see the insides of your soul
although your eyes show your strife
your love sprinkles my being
the unity of time, becomes pure
in your arms, I am your woman your wife ...

We lay kissing as clear water cover our souls
as the color of night fades I still lay
wrapped in complete harmony
never wanting to part,
is the image of eternity ...

With the thunder dancing in the distance
our story of virginity passes by, as we still lay
soaking in the midnight sun, as we step down
from the first law of emotion ...

Not a word is spoken as we look at each other
with a love born in the sands of time
through the purity of time and hunger
the soul can see our beauty and our mind ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

Cerulean rays of the sun
Burning deep in the improbability
Of my being’s reality
Turning epidermis
To a dark sensuality
As the dermis boils
Erupting sores of pain,
Mocking at my fate…
From deep within

As I wait for him in vain,
Hoping our time spent together
Will heal and mend wounds,
I dream of a summer moon,
Its light soothing me,
Covering salve for my bruises
From the scorching sun
Why does my aching love
Not shield me?
From my blood sweltering
I am stuck knee deep
In quagmire of sun’s
Scalding blue rays


As you burn and scald
In your loneliness,
The sunlight
Touching your soft skin
With no intent to cause injury
But a burning desire
To en-wrap you
In its orange river’s flow
Painting your ethereal beauty

It is your heart that burns
Pining in distant love
As it sighs and yearns,
The blood that runs
Through your veins
Is what has been showered
Upon you by heavens above,
The sun and the cool summer moon
Are what you and I breathe.

In unison, the chests heave
With seasons passing, as old we grow
In moonlight and soft sunsets
Each ray adding to your and my glow

Someone so charming, so far away
years against us, I know not what
bruises of blue, no kiss mislaid
no shuddering of bodies
do I belong ...

Looking deep within
too many smiles to be
this sleep of dreams
a kiss from both aching hearts
a whispering wind blows our way ...

One of the same soul
so many lives it takes
we taste it other lips
while petals of roses fall
dear one so faraway
I love you so ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

This woman I am
walking down life's path
was singing my song
but there is something that I Long
learning to let go
existing within my human heart
expeditions are gone....

This woman still roams
each and every day
in every way
with tears forming
and desires dying....

This woman remember words spoken
hands interlocked in a loving embrace
learning to allow the healing process
singing our hearts with each others lips
I wondered if you were the one
that would steal my heart away....

This woman that I am
here waiting
wanting
to let down my walls
one last time...

Debbie Brooks 2014

A CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR OWN HELLO POETRY  CARL JOSEPH ROBERTS

he is now a  NEW AUTHOR of his OWN AND NEW POETRY BOOK...
"THROUGH MY EYES"

THE book has been discounted for CHRISTMAS

come one come all ... come get a WONDERFUL POETRY BOOK FOR CHRISTMAS ....

Congratulations Joe... your awesome!!!!!

Dreams of Tuscany
With drawn lips
Portrayed like a silver chain
Where hearts surge to follow
Feathers from wings of night
Sits a poet with the stirring of light
Paints a pretty picture
With their words of life
That echoes through their corridors of their mind
Their hearts hold many sorrows riding low in life
Many battles have been won
With their mighty muse
Many blessings to each dear
Poet for all the obstacles
To overcome.
Sweet thoughts to each one that must write this very night....*


By: Debbie Brooks

High atop the hall,
looking for a heart
stands a tin man and a ax
in a empty house with
running blood walls ghoul art ...

With eyes of a tireless sun
every new moon
brightest stars
standing
before thy heart ...

Where my soul has grown
and my tears have flowed
love drops from
above
are born ...

Surrounded by a blazing sphere
far above the firmaments
beneath the earth
under the
clouds
winged majesty ...

Videre ‘to see.’ when love knocks
it shall be opened for all
to see, in pursuit
of dwelling
passions
rising light ...
In the tireless sun!

Debbie Brooks 2014

The years have flown by
little sparks here and there
lots of hope and more tears
ohh so many for me ...

One birthday then another
lost a sister along the way
mom went to the way beyond
dad couldn't live with out his love
and followed right behind ...

Happiness poke his head
around the corner one day
but it didn't want to stay
what right is happiness
when nighttime forms its head
and I lay my tears to bed ...

This doesn't mean I am sad
I have been very blessed
but shouldn't there be something else?
I know maybe just maybe
I could feel again ...

I guess feelings have been dead
for so long I know
but maybe just maybe
I could feel again ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

He would come with the morning dew lightly resting on my lips and mind ...

As the sun rises and the Robins sing
our two hearts beat apart
not like before when we had each other ...

This beer hasn't stopped the memories
the laughter we once had, the ******* so true
you were my knight in shining armor
my true love I lost and destroyed ...

As I awaken from the tormented nightmares
of my own authenticity,
I gather my thoughts like so many before me do
my heart is distressed by no conventional standard
but incredibly deeper as I sink ...

As I sit and stare at the blooming roses
that came and gone so long ago,
I contemplate and linger with each storm that passes me by
your love is gone, I don't have you anymore ...

Oh to love again amongst your face, your breath
to breathe on me once more, to sing to me in our love
Dear Darling, please love me once again ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

Too many hearts
hearts that are never empty
drowning in water-fall of tears
they are misplaced or forgotten
we taste the salt from our lonely eyes
loneliness of fear we wipe away
our fear as it fades in the twilight
our heart is our passion
it can love in the darkness of nights ....

Our shadow warrior hearts
can withstand any war or lose
can never be but a whisper
that only we can hear
whisper of lustful embraces
its never icy blue
with pain of hurtful words
silken always full of love
never looking back
that is what we had ....

Too Many Hearts ....

Debbie Brooks 2014

My desire unfailing, is our love
seizing all the pleasures of paradise
our eyes measure the need for the treasure
with deeds of splendor that are of grace...

This I want for all eternity
that are handed to me from your eyes
that I seek every second, minute of the day
please don't turn away...

You call me Angel, love and so much more
with a love of such fury that I adore
please I command the last assault of the golden arrows
that will bring you back to me on these golden shores...

Just a simple plea for you and me
as I sit down to breakfast to see you leave
for the beginning of the day your brown eyes do bleed
with hunger and knowing I am here for you to see...

Debbie Brooks 2014

The shuddering of bodies, with waterfalls from thee
will bring us one,  fluttering like petals on the wind
can you see what may, with many a hugs that two make one ...

Looking deep within, two smiles to be
two hugs are one, as we drift away
this sleep of dreams grow where love we have
you and me makes one, I'll continue to dream,
until reality sets in ...

Someone so charming and far thee away
smiles from both, blows this way
blowing leaves in a tree, and whispering I love you
so simply and beautifully done ...

The hand I do take, with my heart you do see
one of the same soul, like a fairies lullaby
a kiss from both and shaking of knees
with petals of roses, down with me you lay ...

So our shuddering of bodies, I do take
the longing for kisses, you do make
our shaking of knees, oh for goodness sake
we are two hugs that are one, a love to keep me awake ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

Lose my lips in unknown taste
let me sip the nectar of your mind
climb the corridors of no return
as paradise seems to fade away....

The once old fashioned heart I knew
fell by the way side many a days ago
where Angels forfeit their immortality
to feel what us humans throw away....

The taste that was once so sweet
filled the soul of of blossom seed
cherished the giver of her needs
ohh dear darling, bring it on till it bleeds....

Debbie Brooks 2014

Death near
don't open the door
forgotten ruptured sky
sees you and I
riches are impossible
in the blinding dust
vision is beyond the horizon
fighting to win
you back
come close to losing all....

Each selective thought
will bring about
pieces .......
that we will think is love
discarding the rest
in street dust
of many tomorrows to come

It has been years since
you left me so long ago
trying to forget
daily life .... that we loved so
this is the last poem
that l will write
of the pain
you brought about


Time schedules
Timbre slows
so very far
in a varied substance
of liquid foam
as death
knocks
don't open the door.....*

By Debbie Brooks

From the time of Adam and Eve
springs visions of the tomorrows and make believes
with a beauty from the beginning of space and social climb
we have floated through space and time ...

Through every reminiscence of what might could be
stand wonders of years and centuries that couldn't agree
reaching for the stars, making love on the Milky Way
or laughing and splashing, in our silky shores array ...

Tunnel to tunnel, without end, near that might
light fades, with no candlelight in sight
The dark resides with the blue earth beneath
with spinning wheals flying high that leaves ...

It comes without notice, nor bleak or weight of time
life will run as one with hearts to carry that begins crime
nor guilt or pride, nations stand in to block
with visions of tomorrows, take hold of walls that antilock ...

Debbie Brooks 2014

My love true
my visions of you
walking on your lips
Lavender flowing all around
we were  lovers bound. ...

A red flower placed in my hand
by my sweet man
Blond hair that glows in the morning sun
Barefoot and a smile unfolds
As I envision you standing there. .....

Fingers trembling as I reached for you
the vision folded into the wind
Behind my blue eyes tears did form
Waiting for the storm to rush in
Waiting for my love. ....

Debbie

Her thoughts were cloudy seeping
haze of regret covers her burning eyes
a dark villain is born, a dark passage through time
envelops a painting so obscured to love once again ...

His change of deed is not easily seen
to make his message clear that he would be waiting
for her to appear. he thought of her loving glance that burned
in his soul, Atrocious and foul, that it may be ...

It burns her soul, she was on edge, fear and wonderment
at the excitement of what was behind the door, the waiting
consumed her, the darkness was calling, with a scream so loud
a hand covers her mouth, and a rose appears, with lips that pressed
to cover her silence, pressed her to the door ...

Forcing to look at her capture, the dark eyes filled her very soul
she wanted to cry out but her body responded differently
as his hand fondled her *******, and told her she was his
feeling the wetness of the fluid that seeped into his life,
there was no turning back ...

Never looking back, her strength had invited death
but joy was found that dark night, her light was glowing
once encouraged by mortal fear, an overpowering warmth
was covering her body, as she waited behind the close doors.


Debbie Brooks 2014

So many walk along the skinny vines
scared to look down among the rolling seas of want
are the lives of so many that created their dreams
that was buried inside this body of mine...

We have this shelter above our heads
from auto pilot to cruise control we speed along
being stuck in the rat race from nine to five
exchanging time for money of a life that is dead...

In all moments of silence come the breaking news
I let you see the authentic me, the release of my destiny
lifting me to higher vibration, is my poetic contemplation
In this very moment , I am free....

The sweetness of your smile, your look of love covers me
it makes me walk a mile, and the more time we spend talking
the more I start to feel your warmth, our intimate moments
last all night, as I sleepwalk through your dreams....

Debbie Brooks 2014

it was just me and you
in my stars of blue
broken sorrows bought
semblance of colors
of golden form
stars glowing
lights blaring of things to come....
Caught the reflection
of many to come
putty in the lights
of golden blue stars
in the sea of gardens of blooms...
Bittersweet golden blue
flows around
the sweet hearts
of those that find
the moment of sweet surrender
in the golden blooms.....
Just thinking of you again
colors reflect the many reasons
time of dance and song
golden times that are pressed
for glorious union.....
Now blinded by golden stars
thinking of the beauty of times
that follows the diminishes of thoughts
the brilliance that once was
born to a woman as I....
Golden lights of many stars
i give to you my many thoughts
that forms the love i once knew
when I knew of him
one last time of long ago
In the golden fairy tale
of fairy gold blue dust I see
something special will come this way
one last time
In golden star lights of time.....

Just thinking of you....
Debbie Brooks..
Deep within the starlight glade,
A child of light sits on emerald green.
Under a great tree her majesty sits In shade,
Her name Is beauty a glory to be seen.
Eyes are closed In peaceful bliss,
Loves' dreams within her mind do wander.
What loving thoughts her mind does kiss,
Not one thought shall her mind squander.
There sits beauty wonder divine,
Awaiting the stars to come out at night.
In starlight glade lost In time,
Where beauty shall meet beauty what a sight.
Then In glory the stars came out to play,
Beaty does open her pools of Love.
Stars painted on dark velvet so far away,
Forever belonging In Heaven above.
You stand and start to walk the emerald green,
Stardust does fall onto glories hair.
Starlight falls upon your glory supreme,
You are the child of light an Angel fair.
Let me drown In pools of soft brown,
Smile become my living sun.
You open up a heart In whose Love I would drown,
It opens In Love for everyone.
Now In starlight glade you are no more alone,
In darkened glory before you I stand.
Tonight your heart shall be my home,
Come my blushing Rose do take my hand.
Now I hold Heavens' glory close to me,
I lose myself within your pools of Love.
The beauty and wonder of Love I see,
It Is time for our hearts to rise above.
Your lips In glory they now meet mine,
In starlight glade our Love shall shine.
We do drink from Loves' cup divine,
You are Loves' eternal valentine.
Dream your dreams as you always do,
May your every dream come true.
Lady of the light may you always view,
This world of ours as you wish to do.
Beauty always walk this world with pride,
Your beauty through the years It grows.
Never set your Love to hide,
My beloved you are the beauteous blushing Rose.
Michael Clarke

Walking through your minds eye
your strokes are a mighty flush
holding our hearten thoughts
to blend with yours
as we go by....
Vincent, your mighty brain
sees the world as no one can
brilliance was the day
you decided
to paint....
Your strokes glamour the poor
the trees and leaves devour once more
walking through time makes one see, how mighty
may your system thus carry on and be, in your task at hand
that we may understand, walking through your paintings once
in your mind's eye..sealed shut in a great life changed our lives forever...
Drawing your curtain for all to see
your love of stillness returned
hushed as the forest
as a strange cry
as we walk
willingly
Vincent.....
Paint from the grave side
paint from the moors
hold our hearts
so lovingly
Vincent
Van
Gogh....
Debbie Brooks 2014