Archive for dreaming

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

*

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

*

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

*

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

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between the oceans and stars

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 4, 2019 by bradford graham west

through the silence of an alarming absence

words spoke through a screaming cloak

eyes seek and souls sought

and yet have i been with not?

through the lingering dreams in a balance

words wrote themselves in a sun rising blister

through the silence of an alarming absence

words spoke through a screaming cloak

a moon’s light shone and reached the ships shadowing habits

and left the oceans waves between the lines and words

eyes seek and souls sought

and yet have i been with not?

between the oceans and stars

between the emotions and the scars;

a soul drowns because it was without

through the silence of an alarming absence

words spoke through a screaming cloak

i want you, and i always will

i love you, and always will

cory’s crying

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 11, 2018 by bradford graham west

cubed squared pictures

sat in a sunset liquor

tasting a memory

in smoky whiskey Rye

//

the autumn leafs fell

in the hands of protocol

see where we drove through

in all the hell

just to get this far,

in the right here

in the right now

//

rear view mirror

rear view mirror

//

cubed squared pictures

sat in a sunset liquor

tasting the memory

in a smoky whiskey rye

//

22 years can run away quickly

but it never can hide

where your body lays,

were the moon pulled

out what you are

//

the autumn leafs fell

in the hands of protocol

see where we drove

through the hell

just to get this far,

in the right here

in the right now

//

i’ll never be

nevermore in what you see

and I can’t be

what you remember me as

 

 

c.2018 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

when the rain kisses the leaves

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

tainted and tinted

the rain taps on a hollow tin roof.

the wind whispers

as the whisps spoke;

through the flashes of bright lightning

the snap of a rolling thunder,

tainted and tinted

leaves dance in a whipping motion;

here comes the storm

//

morning sunshine

looking in the morning window

were these dreams of mine

yesterday is today’s widow

//

tainted and tinted

the rain taps on a hollow tin roof.

the wind whispers

 as the whisps spoke;

through the flashes of bright lightning

the snap of a rolling thunder,

tainted and tinted

leaves dance in a whipping motion;

here comes the storm

c 2018 bgw

 

 

reflective waters

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2018 by bradford graham west

lanterns hushed in an overnight grim

the moon above hovered silently

as the stars danced nervously

the knife stayed put

as blood filled the pool

in my home

reflective waters

metal flew in my own backyard;

lanterns hushed in an overnight grim

the moon above hovered silently

as the stars danced nervously

the knife stayed put

as the blood filled the pool

c. 2018  bgw

from under the shade of the lilac trees

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2018 by bradford graham west

 

from under the shade of the lilac trees

her head rested upon my chest;

as she dreamt of warm coastal breezes

and warm morning sands

a deep passion arose

in a deep colourful coastal sunrise

there we were

from under the shade of the lilac trees

her head rested upon my chest.

from within my arms

her soft breath gently whispered

with the warm breezes brushing

 all with dreams coming and going;

catch them all in the moment

and from under the shade of the lilac trees

her head rested upon my chest

c.2018  bgw