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Bron Dayvid

Bron Dayvid, 18 lutego 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

Bron Dayvid, 16 lutego 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

Bron Dayvid, 28 stycznia 2012

How a Poet Loves Part 3 (The Cheat)

The
Earth and the Sun have been through everything together
The
sun was there from day one nurturing and providing
Everything
the Earth every needed but
Temptation
is captivating and captures
The
souls of even the strongest beings
And
the Earth though deeply worshiping the sun
Caught
sight of a another
With a
fluorescent hypnotizing glow
Magnetizing…
attracting the Earth
Loyal
but weak willed the Earth gave in
To
this beautiful structure known as the Moon
And
soon… a secret affair surmised
So the
Earth fell asleep with the Moon
And
woke up with his lover the Sun
Guilty
but guilt free enough
To
never admit what he has done
As
time drifts by the Earth is greeted with pressure greater than gravity
Gravitates
into a state of mind that gradually worsens
Guaranteed
to be caught he ask himself was it even worth it
Because
the love he shared with the Sun was perfect…
Why
risk such a beautiful bliss
 Finally I found love and then I do something
like this… 
What
have I done…what have I done… to my beloved Sun
The
end has now begun…….To be Continued


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Bron Dayvid

Bron Dayvid, 20 stycznia 2012

H.I.G.H. S.C.H.O.O.L.S.

Hypocrites
 Interestingly
Going
Hoping
 Something
Cool
 Happens
 Occasionally
Otherwise
 Leaving
Soon 


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Bron Dayvid

Bron Dayvid, 9 stycznia 2012

Pretty Lady Lullaby

Hush
pretty lady don't say a word
I know why you cry I know why it's hurts
In
time all the pain goes away
But if you don't accept it the pain will stay


Once
a pretty lady now a broken girl
Nowhere to be found lost in the world


Once
a pretty lady now a scared girl
Gave all her love away has not a care in the world


I
sing a lullaby to say goodbye to my pretty lady
With her pretty eyes and luscious skin


I
sing a lullaby to say goodbye to my pretty lady
in hope that I can b a friend


I
Hope that I can still save her
But I was her executioner


Turned
a lover into hater
And now I’m losing her


I
mean lost her
She now is a foster


Because
she was my baby
I let her go and I made her cry


My
pretty pretty lady
For you I sing this lullaby


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Bron Dayvid

Bron Dayvid, 7 stycznia 2012

Icy Isolation

The Artic Bear,
The lover of Tundra and frozen air,
Awaits a Sleepless Hibernation;
One that is done in Solitaire.
 
This Frigid Beast,
Conqueror of harmonious peace.
For none shall dare
Enter such wintery grief.
 
This Warm-blooded Soul,
Modestly plays the role;
For what some many fear
Is to lose control
 
Night comes, as well as winter
With no regard for one’s replies
The Artic Bear accepts and remembers
The Coldest nights and the darkest skies
 
 
 
 
 


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Bron Dayvid

Bron Dayvid, 9 września 2013

Love Again

I want to love again
 
I want to drift aimlessly in your warmth
I want to fall as a drunkard from the sweet taste of the elixir on your lips
I want to lay my head across your chest and count the beats of your heart until it synchronizes with mine
I want that never ending
Forever in the present
Forever in your presence
I want your fingers to submerge into the roots of my hair and dance from nap to nap to the rhythm of you
I want you to tell me you love me over and over even though I know but act as If I have Amnesia
Act as if I’m hard of hearing
I want you to act like nothing but your beautiful self
I want to wake up to your beautiful face next to mine
I want you to know you’re beautiful
I want you to hear it everyday
I want you to see it
I want you to feel it
I want you to feel me
I want you to want me
As bad as I want you
Then I want you to sleep
In hope that you might have the same dream that I have
The dream were we're still in love
The one where you still know I exist
The one where we still care
The dream I have every night
The same dream I wish you would have
Then maybe it could stop being a dream
And maybe I could stop being afraid to sleep
Because I dream about the dream but I dread when I awake without the dream girl
I don't want the dream
I just want the dream girl
I just want love again
 
I just want love


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Bron Dayvid

Bron Dayvid, 12 lipca 2013

As Bad As It Seams

 
At the core of poverty lies a thick quilt of malice
 
Embroidered in greed
And fabricated promises
Stitched by the tailor and  seamstress
Whose hands,
 callused and bruised by years of depression ,oppression and
 Intermediate progression, thwarted by "inadvertent" regression,
 
threads the very needle that severs their souls and punctures their spirits
 
It is Unbeknownst to the tailor and seamstress that the very quilt they sew, once completed, will wrap itself around their throats, deplete their life's earnings, and render them lifeless
 
The tailor and seamstress, broken, aged and afflicted with angst, will be said to have had self-inflicted wounds when they discover their bodies
 
Investigations will find no objecting evidence
 
Their families will mourn
Their bodies will be buried
 
But the quilt
The smothering life absorbing quilt
Will continue to be threaded ,stitched, and patched


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Bron Dayvid

Bron Dayvid, 12 lipca 2013

ART

The greatest honor that any artist can receive for a piece of art is to have it render its spectators absolutely speechless
 
In doing so any artist has done one of two extremes
 
The artist has either created such a masterpiece that's its transcendent beauty and otherworldliness leaves even the most astute critic devoid of thought
 
The grandeur of this work of art is so intense that once observed
Its image is burned into the soul of viewer like a brand to an unsuspicious calf
 
"Genius!" they'll yell prematurely
And whatever other words they can find to calculate and depreciate the value of the art
 
Or the contrary
 
The artist could have created something so unworldly something so sullied something so appalling and mindless that the neat pompous critics simply brush it away as if not to get a spec of dirt on their lavish sports coats

Breathless as in not worth a single gasp of air
Speechless as if unworthy of diction
 
And yet this is still an honor for any artist

For in their ignorance in their incompetence is complete silence

The stillness necessary for true beauty to speak for itself


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Bron Dayvid

Bron Dayvid, 10 maja 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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Pozostałe wiersze: She Wonders, Saturday Morning, Love Again, As Bad As It Seams, ART, 10sion, A Letter to Anonymity, Beautiful Death, A Cup of Optimism, The Ride, 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, The Philosopher, How a Poet Loves Part 3 (The Cheat), Waiting for the bus, Solitaire, Mirrors, H.I.G.H. S.C.H.O.O.L.S., Tick Tock, Pretty Lady Lullaby, The Rapist, Icy Isolation, How a Poet Loves Part 1,
 

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