Archive for darkness

morning mirror

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on June 30, 2019 by bradford graham west

morning mirror;

not saying anything more

oh, what do i see?

through these eyes

where i left us to be;

nothing short of what should have been

words soaking in a liquored terror,

emotion in an solar emptiness

but i think that’s way it’s always been

under the shade of a burning tree;

nothing is more lonely than

one that drowns in its own spoken word

burry oneself against the way its always been

morning mirror

not saying anything more

oh, what do i see?,

through these eyes

killing all of mine

c. june 2019 bgw

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camouflage

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 9, 2019 by bradford graham west

dreams flew in midnight rains

as the moon sunk in the flooding banks

i’ve fallen to pieces in the mud

and now i’m out for blood

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dreams cut through veins

as my misplaced soul sinks in the camouflaged sins

i’ve fallen to pieces in the mud

and now i’m out for blood

*

was it me or was it my heart opening to quick

god damned insecurities

growing in life’s fucking impurities

was it the untold story

that got me living under the shadow of shame

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dreams flew in midnight rains

as the moon drowned in the flooding banks

i’ve fallen to pieces in the mud

and now i’m out for blood

*

 assassinate this pain

and all its beautiful mess where i’m caged in

destroy all this dirty air i breathe

and all of its advertising campaign where it seeps

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was it me

or was it my heart opening to quick;

in these god damned insecurities

growing in life’s fucking impurities; 

another unwritten chapter in the untold story

that got me living under the shadow of shame

dear camouflage i’ve made,

love

the self sabotage i have made

c. May 2019. BGW

wayward waltz

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 10, 2018 by bradford graham west

cobwebs cover my skin

crippled hands

crumbling

throat so dry,

words choke upon the tongue;

sight took fight

in a blinded reward

blackenedness leaped up

as to swallow all the pain

and yet, darkness left me surrounded

by its own misery,

by my own selfishness!

there I sat,

suffocating in my unechoed breath

tied to this chair,

in suffocation I scream!

skin hanging from broken bones

love flashing in an unreturned kiss

loss;

let go!

you were!;

and now I am!

rope tied tight, look upon my eyes!

look upon my eyes!

seeking was sought

but ‘twas nothing but a gleam

breathe!

barely?

barely breathing in these thoughts

barely in consciousness

flashing back and forth

in everything I was!!

cobwebs cover my skin

crippled hands

crumbling

throat so dry,

words choke upon the tongue

sight took fight

in a blinded reward;

blackenedness leaped up

as to swallow all the pain

and yet, darkness left me surrounded

by its own misery, by my own selfishness

there I sat,

suffocating in my unechoed breath

life faded in a deep black

as the wayward waltz lead me back

faded into a forsaken midnight darkening

i sat as my eyes closed,

cobwebs cover my skin

crippled hands

crumbling

throat so dry,

words choke upon the tongue

sight took fight

in a blinded reward

death drew my silent darkened soul

my last breath called upon death

to take my darkened soul

words choke upon the tongue

sight took fight

in a blinded reward

was is I found

in a wayward waltz

c. 2018 bgw

the shadows do not live here

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 17, 2014 by bradford graham west

 

 

all is dark in the attic,

all is dark in the attic!! –

cold and solitude.

there,  i can seek and no one will find.

because the shadows do not live here – anymore!

no one will find whats in the chest,  locked and stowed away.

the blood of anger,  rage  and sadness – dwells and never dries

always,  forever flowing in veins that can not escape!!

alas!  the silence in which you live in,  forever stays in conversation.

the axe tells the story but cannot speak –

its tongue is on the floor;   fear seeps thick in the attic!!

fear so thick

you can feel it whispering itself all over your skin.

the axe is stained and now covered with webs of deceit!!

the wooded clapboard creaks slowly as the nights chilled wind lazily drifts by.

a moon beam squeaks through and peaks through a crack in the wooded chest –

and shone in cold eyes that everlastingly stay awake.

for the distant doomed,  damnable laugh still echos in the halls –

but the shadows do not live here!!

nay!  the shadows do not live here – anymore!!

all is dark in the attic!!

all is dark in the attic!! –

cold and solitude.

there,  i can seek and no one will find me,

the shadows do not live here – anymore!!

 

 

c. 2014 bgw

 

 

 

 

 

 

darkness only hangs out in the attic

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 3, 2014 by bradford graham west

 

darkness only hangs out in the attic

daily distractions destroy nearly every single thing that once was

where did i go?                      addictions linger and haunt

chipping away at everything that was in different time

in the mind behind these eyes

what kind of reality darkens and looms above thy head?

rain just poured down and left it all for dead

 

the break in the clouds lies just out of reach

one finds comfort in words in a book,  while another finds it in a dissipated look

daily distractions destroy nearly every single thing that once was

where did i go?                      addictions linger and haunt

chipping away at everything that was in different time

in the mind behind these eyes,     dismal nightfall keeps the company

and yet darkness only hangs out in the attic

 

 

c.  1999  bgw