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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bron Dayvid, 9 january 2012

Tick Tock

A
Generation Loss.
A Loss
Generation.
Miscommunication;

miss communication.
 
A
Generation Loss.
Whose Loss,
The
Generation?
No.
Creation.
 
A
Generation Loss.
A Loss in a
Generation.
An error in
translation;
which
translates to damnation,
for said
generation and generation to come.
 
The Loss:
Whose
Fault;
Who Fought?
All.
And none
but one.
Which is
why we loss, a generation. 
 
A Generation
Loss.
A Loss Generation.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
Millions;
Forsaken.
 
A
Generation Loss.
A Loss Generation.

When was
the loss?
Patience,
Patience, Patience.


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Bron Dayvid

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

Bron Dayvid, 7 january 2013

A Letter to Anonymity

 
I shall call you anonymous.
For to summon the strength necessary for your name to pass my lips; requires a power far beyond my hardly humble existence.
 
Dear Anonymous:
 
Seems like eons since our eyes met
And ages since our mouths conducted stale symphonies
Words so translucent that as speakers we ourselves became transparent
Shallow as an empty shot of vodka leaving the throat rancid and molten  
A burning sensation we so despairingly longed for
Neither of us could reject it nor could we even hesitate to refill our glass
 
Sometimes our voices clashed
Violently
Flailing hopelessly as if drowning in loneliness
Clinging desperately to the other’s words in a shameless attempt at staying afloat
 
Multiple times I let you drown
Only to be framed as your rescuer
 
Judas is thy savior
 
But In all fairness
We both were blind
By our naivety
By the lasciviousness that comes along with hormonal adolescence
And by haunting backgrounds that were much too tumultuous to properly prepare us for such an emotional and physical relationship
 
I could taste the vulnerability on your lips
I, with more guile then gullibility, was not deterred
But instead encouraged
To let my fantasies penetrate our innocence and run wild through our minds
 
I asked for your body and you gave me your being
 
You loved with what you could love
You touched with what you could touch
You gave everything you could give
 
I loved only what you gave to touch 
I touched only what you gave to love
And I gave only what I thought you were worthy of getting
 
Selfish is a foolishly mislead understatement
But how can someone who only loves self be expected to be anything but
 
By no means is this an excuse
Only another variable in the equation
The irony being there was never any equality in us
A sad but honest reality
And to no one’s avail 
 
Temporal happiness is all we could ever have hoped for
At such a young age love is mythological: fairy tales and misconceptions
 
In a way what we experienced was a kind of love; though unhealthy and vague
At one point we shared a mutual friendship that I admittedly couldn't handle at the time
 
Then, still struggling to develop into my own person I couldn't simultaneously come to terms with who I wanted and needed me to be and who you wanted and needed me to be.
 
So with patience worn as a peasant’s sole
And guilt mounting as with a sinner in the house of god
 
I gave up
 
On you
And our friendship
 
Instead of conducting more lackluster symphonies and rearranging those illuminating words that obscured and protected my soul
I abandoned you
Shipwrecked with no life boat
 
 
 
I wrote this letter not because I regret my decision I made but how I made it.
This by no means is attempt at rekindling an already desolate, and even back then faint, flame
 
The reality is I've never been more at peace with myself and with who I am
 I've grown into my own; piecing myself together daily
 Becoming more and more of the person I am destined to be.
 
But as my vision clears there are still memories that cloud my mind.
 
You never deserved the heartache or the disappointment
You expected much more out of me as a companion and once lover
And Sadly I didn't honor that
 
Even though my ears had grown deaf to our once beloved symphonies and my tongue became tasteless; immune to the feverish sensation of conversing
You still deserved an explanation or at least a good bye
 
And in writing this letter this is my farewell
 
My apology for not honoring your arrangements as co-conductor
For wrongfully accusing your brilliant hues for poison
For allowing my arrogance to persuade my sentiment
For destroying our world
 
Though I did it with flawed execution believe me I did it with the best intentions.
Better off we were.
Better off without.
 
 Sincerely, Sorry
 
P.S.
I neither expect a response nor do I expect forgiveness
Only Closure


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Other poems: 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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