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Bron Dayvid, 10 may 2012

Chasing Clouds

The sky was clear blue
Save one angelic cloud
Danced as the wind blew
Amazed the snowy owl

A maze of beauty
So elaborate
White feathers shed
As the owl sped after it

Its black beak pierced the mist
The iced outer sphere
As complacency set in
It retreated out of fear

What if it rains
What if it storms
What if the cloud changes
Its beautiful form
What if these feathers are too thin
Too bright
And too long

Questioned the snowy owl
That watched that elegant cloud
Go til it was gone

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Bron Dayvid, 10 may 2012

Euphoria

Chills
The hair stands straight on my arm
As if to salute you
My general
My maiden

Angst
To see you is to see medusa
Hard to look away
Even harder to gaze
For why
Do you keep me waitin

Fever
The passion burns deep in my soul
Deeper in my heart
But deepest in my mind

Sorrow
Few words spoken
To no hearts’ token
Opportunity lies open
For yet another time

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Bron Dayvid, 29 april 2012

Laura

Her innocence was penetrated
With a false since of comfort
He made her smile
He made her laugh
Her beauty was naïve
Never before grazed
Until he passed

So vivid was her mind
So pure was her soul
But even a slight of love can blind
This her young heart did not know

And when he left her he left her open
For all evils to enter
She now disdained him
And his sinner

Her eyes were not the right shade
Her hair didn’t look the right way
He so arrogantly implied
And when he walked out of her life
Her innocence died

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Bron Dayvid, 18 february 2012

Where is my Rose

Living is hard
But loving is harder
And though it hurts I
continue
Like a martyr
Its suicidal but
vital
For my existence
Its so persistent no
matter
How hard I resist it
Soon he’ll miss it
I’ll no longer be
around
Only in spirit
And memory
But I don’t ever want
to remember what he did to me
I died slowly that
night
Lonely that night
Only to be awaken by
my funeral
But where is my rose
In Memory of Rosemary
Christian

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Bron Dayvid, 18 february 2012

Hard

Tell me you love me
Tell me you care
Tell me you’re happy
I'll meet you there
With White Lilies

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Bron Dayvid, 18 february 2012

The Bird on the Telephone Pole

There's a bird on the telephone
pole
Through the window behind the
trees
It gazes into my soul
A finch I believe

The bird on the telephone pole
Must surely be cold
It is months before spring
Indicates the snow

The bird on the telephone pole
Has been there on that telephone
pole
For quite a while
The other birds flock
He waits before he prowls
Could be she
That is the bird on the telephone
pole
A diva much too tired to fly
Awaiting a mate of perfect grace
to take the sky

How could something so wonderful
seem so effortless
I envy that bird on the telephone
pole
The patient wind author
And not a second later it mocks
me with its elegant departure

O where O where
O where will u go
Mysterious bird from the
telephone pole

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Bron Dayvid, 16 february 2012

You're Welcome

If
I don't practice what I preach
It’s because I preach what you should
practice
I
give direction so you can be an actress or an actor
A
factor in this world if and where I failed
Corrections of my imperfections I tell to you
I see you through
So
you can be saved
If I don't aspire it’s
because I'm busy trying to inspire
A sacrificial lamb I am 1 lost dream is a million found
A
few spoken words is a brilliant sound when
coming from a brilliant mind
With
a pure soul is far more precious than gold
Wisdom
of a man more than 3 times as old
And
I'm only here to tell what I was once told
and that is you are all beautiful you’re perfect you’re a prince a princess
King and queen
the world is yours
I found the key and open the doors but instead of closing it back
And
turning my back I pulled and pulled until the hinges Snapped
so that door that gateway of success
Will
forever remain open to whoever comes next
and you’re welcome but you can thank me less

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Bron Dayvid, 16 february 2012

Red Skies

Red skies Red skies cover up black lies
Seeking the truth results only in his
demise
He sees Red skies
Red skies please close his eyes
For the truth he seeks is not honesty but
evil’s compromise
Red skies Red skies create black clouds that corrupt the
innocent air
What was once pure is no more than a toxic
deadly despair
As the black clouds get darker the soul
grows colder
And falls harder than hail further than
hell
And once the soul abandons the mind so too
will the spirit
The body is left susceptible to evil
blinded unable to clear it
No matter how hard he fights no matter how
hard he tries
He will never escape the sight of those Red skies Red skies

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Bron Dayvid, 16 february 2012

Now O'clock

The clock ticks and ticks.
But what is time.
It matters not when.
Shame on those who dwindle on the past.
Whether life begins in order to end.
Shame on those who dare to even ask.
There is no future I risk foreseeing.
For we are happening now.
All living beings.

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Bron Dayvid, 9 february 2012

Good Mourning

I had a dream
It felt so real
Everything was perfect
Things were just the way they
use to be before…
Well let's just celebrate what
is now and now I dream
A dream of old faces in new
times
A part of me knew it was a
dream but I didn't care
We were all together again
I tell you it just isn't fair
That it all had to end
But I knew that it would
Does that make me foolish
For what seemed like an
eternity we stood
Jubilant but clueless
That at some point we will have
to say good bye
But the dreamer in the dream
does not sigh
Until he is greeted with sunlight in his eye

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Chasing Clouds

Euphoria

Laura

Where is my Rose

Hard

The Bird on the Telephone Pole

You're Welcome

Red Skies

Now O'clock

Good Mourning

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