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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

*

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

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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

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

 

 

though these woods

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 27, 2017 by bradford graham west

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts quickly fly around

as i catch them in a sighed squawk.

//

through these, autumn colours fall

i have committed these trespasses

and put myself on this stake

and under the fire of regret, i will burn

//

the faces in the window

are the ones that are recognized in remembering what once was;

but know i can not continue

seeking for what i had; who’s to say we were fair?

//

through these woods i walk;

woods of thick brush and mighty trees; here stands my life.

autumn colours and thick evergreen fur

i stand in the woods i created; lost and sorry

//

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts quickly fly around

as i catch them in a sighed squawk

//

a future will be haunted everyday

from what was a beautiful yesterday;

for yesterday had you there

and regrets that i hold, i can not carry

//

the snow began to fall quietly as i headed back to the cabin.

and there, i brushed off the chill and sat by the fire.

for yesterday had you there

regrets that i hold, i can not carry and i am sorry.

//

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts quickly fly around

as i catch them in a sighed squawk

c. 2017 bgw

canvas

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 3, 2017 by bradford graham west

i have seen you

in charcoal pencil

and pastel oils

upon canvas i have dreamt;

eyes of shimmering light

hair of softening silk

i have painted you;

in dreams i have seen

choral thoughts

melodic song

poetic pain

in dreams i have seen;

i have seen you

in charcoal pencil

and pastel oils

upon canvas i have dreamt;

eyes of shimmering light

hair of softening silk

i have painted you;

in dreams i have seen

i have painted you

 

c 2017  bgw

 

when winter lives in summer

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 22, 2017 by bradford graham west

the fireplace crackles

while the snow lightly fell outside the window;

each flake gently settling on the ground,

oh, when winter lives in summer!

what can i say about you?

nothing that i haven’t already said before, but can never say it enough.

the sparkling coloured eyes that looks into my eyes,

always whispering a thousand unspoken words!

a gentle tapping rain hitting the skylight,

quickly fills in the silence of the interrupted sleep.

the reflection of the beating of each others hearts,

exposed the nervousness within.

the candlelight flickers as it shows the smile, the grin;

exposing the beauty that is you.

you are so beautiful.

you are the desire that fills my emotion;

the way she whispers her words, the soft touch of  her hands,

caressing the mind and body.

this  passion filling our voids, needs and desires.

here within my hands,

it is you that i am holding close!

tonight,  here we are.

in some founded deep desire,

the passion

acts on the feelings within;

here i am!

your soft skin, your gentle kiss.

the warmth, the honesty.

here we are like some puzzle piece,

her hand fitting perfect in mine;

a gentle squeeze,  and i feel safe.

her face angelic,  and I’m lost within her eyes again.

endless thoughts and unbounded emotions cover my mind like a thick fog rolling into a cityscape;

she seeped through the cracks of  voidance,

everything i kept to myself,

everything i kept private

and everything behind everything in my life,  she knew all about it.

i wasn’t supposed to let that happen!

and yet she found a way in.

every physical moment apart,  she’s there,  knocking at the thought,

and every moment together is just never long enough!

the passion rises

as the sun sets below the sailing schooner’s deck.

the clink of a wine glass toast;

a dinner for two.

a drop of wax drips down the side of the candle,

flickering flame.

romance is endless like the sea.

her hair flows in the sailing breeze.

her face of electrifying beauty,

draws the desire deeper within my soul.

lost in the stars twilight,

the moonlight shimmer’s across the water’s surface.

she is my island,  my paradise.

she turns a cluster of words that scatter inside my head,

into a  poetic prose that is her; perfectly stated,

but never coming close to her breathtaking beauty.

so, what can i say about her?

nothing that i haven’t already said before but  i can never say it enough.

she makes me feel free.

she is the music to my words,  and i need her.

the fireplace crackles

while the snow lightly fell outside the window;

each flake gently settling on the ground,

oh, when winter lives in summer!

c. 2017  BGW