"brethen" poems
like a wild rice
a grain gone mad
he was left when all his brethen were all right
in the mist
a golden beam shone
she was alone in darkness, surrounded
to fall right out of a circle is to fall out of being a square
a word is a heavy blanket and learning to burn that blanket is comfort destruction
while you were out picking tangerines
i was making my burning man suit
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:35 PM UTC
Please do not hide
That sweet 'o beautiful bright smile
that brightens up a dim dark room
The girl who showed positive vibes
to the people's heart about to shard
Please do not hide
The girl that carried our problems
She lifted it strongly behind her back
yet she never complained
she never showed how painful it was
people were blinded by her sweet 'o smile
her sweet 'o smile that hides the pain
Please do not hide
Girl I can see it what people can't see
the truth behind that sweet 'o smile
must be really tiring for you
but why must you be smiling all the time?
Girl stop carrying other people's burden
That burden is like an infection
Spread upon you by your brethen
Girl you didn't know and it showed
The burden was a virus
An infection
That caused you pain
Please do not hide
Stop hiding your sickness
your pain
because a beautiful sweet girl like you
should not be in pain
girl please do not hide.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC
Maturity breeds contempt
and its aging raises fire
that seethes at the vices and sins
that encompass the world entire
Knowledge does undo the oyster
and shows the pearls of each other's wrongs
morality demands a fervent reaction
and now the globe is in chaos' throngs
And in what results we follow our soul
we find our brethen stuck in a divide
and the only solution within our minds
is the rise of the innocent, those without a side
so now our government becomes birthed with children
those without knowledge, those without power
and eons start, with dull, lazy, inactivity
giving way to the evolution of a warm, gilded, shower
But even the innocent do desire some fun
and the innocent know nothing if wrong nor right
and so down jump the children from their high golden throne
to start a game, some mischief, a trite little fight
And now what has risen is only pure hell
decreed by our lords who we loved and did dote
and while now the rise of the innocent now has true meaning
the chaos returns, and up comes the smoke
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC