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Bron Dayvid, 6 march 2013

10sion

1. How do you go about respecting a man who neglects to respect himself?

2. How do you begin to love a woman who has no knowledge of its existence?

3. How can you mend a broken heart with one that has already been shattered?

4. How can you find a smile in such a vile pit of matter?

5. How can one take life from self without taking self from life?

6. How can one be forgiven for sacrifice?

7. Why must the innocent be burdened with guilt?

8. What pleasure is there in bearing the malignancy of others?

9. Why do we continually destroy what again will be rebuilt?

10. Why do we surrender to suffer?

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Bron Dayvid, 2 january 2012

How a Poet Loves Part 1

You are a goddess
An angel that god has sent
I prayed for you like I’m protestant
I will forever protect you and cherish u
Keep your heart warm
and caress u
Keep your soul free… and your body is only for me
So let me grasp gently what others only get to see
You are a queen let me serve u
There’s a slot in my heart reserved for u
But I question myself do I deserve u?
Wait let me erase the question mark
I do deserve you! Exclamation mark
I can’t explain exactly why but with u and i
Let’s forget the Y
Cus our vows are much more important
I said I will forever love u
My conscience said I better love u
So no one else can better love u
Then I

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Bron Dayvid, 8 february 2012

The Philosopher

A part of me wants to think.

Abandon society.
Its erroneous politics
erratic habits
violent passions.
So inexplicably enthralled in fashions.

I would move to Athens.
Live honestly
Socratically.
I imagine me.
Out of man’s harm
Into mother nature’s arms
Happily.

What else do I need to live.
Besides Life Soul and Thought.
Save your criticism. For I only hear the winds talk.
And they whisper with such a soft elegance.
Reminding me to look at the trees, who then remind me of the
birds
whose beautiful songs
in return wake the flowers
who still, after millenniums
, have yet to acknowledge their power.
How humble.
The descendants of The
Garden of Eden.
Tiny miracles.
Proves again and again that His craftsmanship is flawless.
But as lively as summer may be. Comes grim reaping August.

I cannot stop the seasons from changing.
I cannot stop us from tainting.
For that must require immense concentration.
Not that I am overly vain or lacking patience .

You see, most of me wants to think.
But it is the wisest who must drink.

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Bron Dayvid, 28 january 2012

Solitaire

I
Me
Myself
Alone
Myself

Me

I
Am
I
Am

Myself

When

I’m Alone
Alone
Is
me
Myself

I
Am
Not
Amongst
Others

Who

Are

Not
me
So

For
I
To
be myself
I
must be
Alone

By
Myself
I
Am

Me

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Bron Dayvid, 26 january 2012

Mirrors

I'm losing I’m trapped in an
illusion
the truth only adds to my confusion

So if I doubt the sincerity of the
words you speak
pardon my rudeness

But please don't judge my prudence
for I am only a boy
A mere child ripped from my mother’s
womb
Tossed into a world where they assume
My innocence will be my doom when in
fact it acts as a cocoon
Protecting me from what lies behind
seemingly welcoming eyes

But I see the disguise
a reflection of my conception of love
For which I have a bad first impression
of
I thought it came at first sight I should
have looked twice
disgusted with the fact that I almost trusted this once beloved
Mirror
but now I see clearer

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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, 6 october 2013

Saturday Morning

It was a cool Saturday morning
The dew from the lawn seasoned the air
With a refreshing scent that floated on a gust of wind right into our open bedroom window

She kisses my chest and gives me new breath
Everything magnifies

The slight breeze becomes a magnificent whirlwind
That gently lifts and carries two souls off into eternity –
A perpetual state of free fall

Holding on to nothing but each other
The souls' eyes never part
Never glance forwards or backwards
Never losing the captivating captivity each has found in the other's gaze

She kisses my lips and the love persists
Everything magnifies

The sunlight tiptoeing through the blinds
Suddenly bursts into enormous flames engulfing all
Fermenting two hearts to dive into the pit of its fiery warmth
To let the sensation of the heat of the moment braze the two hearts into one

Inseparable intertwined
Indestructible enshrined
In this bed we lie

And then she asks
Why do you love me?

Hmm.

Why does the wind blow, brushing against your soft skin?
Why does the sun shine, illuminating and radiating your beauty?
Why does the earth spin, as two spirits dance and twirl in harmony?
And why does one "try" to love, when love is the universe?

So you see I love you……….period.

There is no one reason
Or one word or phrase
That can adequately express this more than what the universe has already provided

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Bron Dayvid, 12 october 2012

Beautiful Death

Beautiful Death
Thy name is autumn
Irrefutable Death
Reflect thy sovereign
Use hues to sooth those who mourn
Then ensue to be subdued to elude the storm

With death
Thou art soon reborn
Reformed
Adorned
But for now
Thou art worn

Angelic crystals cascade the skies
Covers thy blisters heals all eyes
Freezes the sadness
Lightens all sighs
A wintry madness
To which (f)all falls and dies

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Bron Dayvid, 23 may 2012

A Cup of Optimism

In the morning we drink coffee
We drink coffee in the morning
Every morning
Routine
Every morning
Systematic
2 teaspoons of sugar to add a little zest
For a three hour drive to a job we detest
Is that it?

Every morning we drink coffee
We drink coffee every morning
Every morning
Fixed
Every morning
Engraved
Half a cup of cream to add a little color
2 cups at lunch and 2 more at supper
Enslaved

We drink coffee every morning
Every morning we drink coffee
Every morning
Every afternoon
Every night
We drink coffee

But we don't have to
We can change

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Bron Dayvid, 22 may 2012

The Ride

Ride into The Night
Ride into The Plight
Stop for no victim
Stop for no light

Ride into The Pleasure
Ride into The Release
Rejoice in The Freedom
Until it’s revoked by the police

Ride until the sirens
Ride until the tyrants
Then Ride in cuffs
Head up
In silence

Ride into the station
Ride in amazement
For The Ride has just begun
The Ride to Salvation

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