Archive for June, 2014

on the pedestal stands the woman

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on June 28, 2014 by bradford graham west

 

you never even thought that maybe you were

who i thought you were and who you are

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so all this time i held you on this pedestal

you were always my queen, a sought queen of  the incredible

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on this pedestal stands the woman,  to be known or never touched –

on the pedestal stands the woman

take all of me,  take all my heart

and bury it in this dirt,  take away this hurt

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in my dreams and in all my days

i’ve seen your face, and the desire that carried the way

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you never even thought that maybe you were

who i thought you were and who you are

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so all this time i held you on this pedestal

you were always my queen, a sought  queen of the incredible

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take all of me,  take all my heart

and bury it in this dirt,  take away this hurt

 

 

c2014  bgw

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house of a thousand windows

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 28, 2014 by bradford graham west

 

i went looking for you

on some sort of stormy night

in a dream i found you,  grabbed your hand

and ran all the way back home – safe, there i was with you

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your touch was nothing more than a dream

and when i woke,  fulfilled was hinted,  but still – im was alone

oh,  your touch was nothing more than real, but all  in a dream that faded

and before i woke,  our lips touched – left me in a torn seam

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from a house of a thousand windows,  thousand doors

i sought your face that glowed in the oil lamp light burning bright

but all the drapes that were all drawn,  one by one i was there –  loving the thought that could have been

but all from a house of a thousand windows,  all i found were dreams

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something that was so clear and real

became nothing but this dream;  oh! – where are you now

wasnt it all for a love that what would have been

from a house of a thousand windows,  thousand doors

i sought your face that glowed in the oil lamp light burning bright

but all the drapes that were all drawn,  one by one i was there –  loving the thought that could have been

but all from a house of a thousand windows,  all i found were dreams and images i awoke with

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i went looking for you

on a,  some sort of stormy night

in a dream i found you,  grabbed your hand

and ran all the way back home – safe, there i was with you

and when i woke,  fulfilled was hinted,  but still – im was alone

oh,  your touch was nothing more than real in my soul,  but all was you in a dream that faded

but all that was you;  all in a dream that faded

 

c.2014  bgw

 

 

a poem for the reign

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 24, 2014 by bradford graham west

 

the pre dawn winters sky was crisp

the snow blanket  glows bright white as full the moon shone aloud

all the open trails the lead me here,

through woods blindly i sought

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some come, seek  to love me

some leave and hate me

i  can make them laugh and understand

i can make them cry and leave them scratching their heads

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some seek to follow me

and others want to hang me at dawns early light

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but ive seen it all before

the same place where they call me saviour

is where they cursed me all in the same breath

always looking for the favour –

poem for the reign

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so i run up to the highest point

i scream at the top of  my lungs for some support

i scream out and it echos all

but lands on deaf ears

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oh,  poem for the reigns –

a broken heart floats down river –

a river rushing and flooded.

the current carrying away whats left

a million little pieces,  all in a million different directions

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the pre dawn winters sky was crisp

the snow blanket  glows a bright white as the full  moon shone aloud

all the open trails the lead me here,

through woods blindly i sought

 

 

c. 2014 bgw

in the waiting game

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 24, 2014 by bradford graham west

 

in the waiting room,  dark and melancholy

all is just a waiting game

the minutes seem like hours

and the hours take days to pass

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the t.v. glows,  but what it pukes,  i don’t know

all the thoughts swim and design my attention

a memory lies awake all the while

trying to breathe is forgotten in a waiting game

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in a lobby that silent and dim

behind closed doors reality lives

somewhere we are born and somewhere we say our goodbyes

a beginning holds its hand to its ending

oh!  i am somewhere  in the middle,  on the other side of this wall

in closed doors,  uncertainty lives

and plays with the swimming memories

of what was

now just halts in this waiting game

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in the waiting room,  dark and melancholy

all is just a waiting game

the minutes seem like hours

and the hours take days to pass

 

c. 2014  bgw

in the summer woods

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 24, 2014 by bradford graham west

 

the woods,  cool and dark,

cloaked the indiana humidity.

green leaves of a young summer sit motionless –

the days sunlight dares not  trespass.

all the while,  the native birds sing a song –

one of search and one out for love.

look above and two small hawks lingers in perch

one seeks its prey,  as the other tends her nest.

the mouse on the cooled moist dirt of  the ground

burrows itself in the pile of leaves,

inside the years of untouched earth.

the sounds of the creek water slowly babbled by,  washing the rock in its bed

the woods,  cool and dark,

cloaked the concrete jungles of  marble and glass

inside the realm of  the woods,  silence tells a story

a peace that has been long forgotten –  a throne to an earth that once was

the woods,  cool and dark,

cloaked the indiana humidity.

green leaves of a young summer sit motionless –

the days sunlight dares not  trespass

 

 

 

c 2014  bgw

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

quote for a friend

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on June 14, 2014 by bradford graham west

“don’t go through life blinded.  tear off your blinders, wipe your eyes open and see what you’ve been missing. tear off the blinders, or you might run into nothing.” – bgw  2014

my six word story and the hemingway influence

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 13, 2014 by bradford graham west

 

cause of death : one broken heart

 

c. 2014  bgw