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 May 2011 heidi
Brandon
Asylum
 May 2011 heidi
Brandon
One-sided conversation with a wall
Blood soaked to the skin
Clean up this mess
Contaminated chaos
Padded cell trampoline
Shoot me up
Expose me
Feed me to the sharks
If the voices stop talking
I’ll get the job done right
Redemption blistered forehands from begging
16 inches staked in cavernous rib meat
And I plead innocent
 May 2011 heidi
Brandon
Lost somewhere along a missing mile
Far passed a forgotten house
Sheltered in vines
A twin dream
Of a tree branch
Hanging over the highway
We are not afraid
Drawn and inked
Covered in splattered blood
A lost soul drifting
Coloring the walls with crayon
We are not afraid
Ghost dreams
As the spider weaves its web
Spirits calling
From across the antique mountains
Nothing is sacred here
An exit was promised
Somewhere past the horizon
We are not afraid
Nothing is sacred here
 May 2011 heidi
Brandon
Golden handed
Walking straight lines
There is no sense to be made
Except for small change
Copper pennies
Cents to spend
Consumerism
Bought and paid for like a good slave
Rave and be paid
Tell me where you stand on such topics
As the finest new kitchen appliances
And the must have technology of its day
For fear that we soon forget what it’s like to be human
A walking decaying piece of meat
Entrapped in its own selfish thoughts
Everyone is guilty
Even me
 May 2011 heidi
Brandon
Poet.
 May 2011 heidi
Brandon
Write insanely
                                        It doesn’t matter what you write
                  Incoherent ramblings or poetic rhymes
                                                          ­Clean-shaven in youth
Grizzled beard in the wisdom of age
                       Wear a distinctive cap
       Strategically placed without a care
                                                            ­ Or none at all
                     but ALWAYS keep MeSSy hair
    Dress up from others throwaways
                                              Or dress to the nines
                                                           ­        Clean suit and all
                                        But most importantly
                                                Write­ insanely
 May 2011 heidi
Pebbles
My mind is tired
My eyes hurt from
The continual throbbing lights
That shine through them
Not towards them
So many moments lost to
Misunderstanding
The peolpe
Who really matter
Too many hardships
Because of lack of money
And resources
I have stood humbled
When looking into the eyes of the dying man
I have stood torn
As they laid the child
Taken from my womb
Into the ground so cold
And yet
And yet
I still don't seem to understand
The workings of my soul
Mutter not
If you do not weep
When in love with the rose
Which has thorns
And kills you on the  inside
I love the air I breathe
I love the hearts that are touched by mine
But when they turn and try to love me back
Shamefully I turn
And look for comfort
In  barren lands
Holding my head in my hands
I prey there be another day
Far from now
where I may wash away my sins
I know not what they are
But they must be great
For life to mock me so

Some day I will look upon the beauty
of myself and know that
what I have become is all I need to be
cpy;2011
 May 2011 heidi
Pebbles
Reach
 May 2011 heidi
Pebbles
If you find

     that you are stumbling
along this road called

LIFE
           please reach out          and take my hand

There is no need

to try so hard to survive

            Reach out
and soon you will be flying
Like a bird
Amongst skies so blue
And dreams so peacefully real
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