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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

*

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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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

you are (more than these words)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 17, 2017 by bradford graham west

sometimes curly, sometimes straight.

light to dark and dark to light.

her hair changes upon season and mood.

eyes shine, glimmer like diamonds.

she’s a springtime song, thawing out the winter’s chill.

her face, smooth and delicate.

her silence says a thousand words; her tone soft and angelic.

her presence, like soft falling snow, graceful and quiet.

the elegance, the beauty, outshines the sun on any given day.

when her smiles make an appearance,

my heart becomes weak, and falls again.

her skin, creamy; glowing.

her heart, caring and giving.

a dedicated humanitarian, her modesty might say otherwise.

a seeker of truth, dwelling within the words.

a wonderful mother, a juggling between life’s acts and little wonders.

a wife that only a man can dream of.

wishful thinking to my reality.

she is a symphony in life.

a rock upon which i can lean on.

a friend no one can be, the best.

you are.

you are more than these words,

more than what my painting can say.

you are the essence of my desire.

oh, my love!, my heart longs when you are away!,

and when you are within these arms, i beg for forever!

c.2013, 2017 BGW

morning paper blues

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 30, 2014 by bradford graham west

new york city sits empty

in a crumbled ruin lie.

a civilization escaped from a violation

of the import/export of invasion

*

under a full moon light

the unfortunate timing

of a great lake drought,

now brought a lighthouse to failure.

*

from the train station downtown

the departure of romance

vanished and was never seen again.

but the tears from pain stayed in town.

*

when morning lost her sunrise

time was forever left in obscurity.

*

the blind face in the window

draws the curtain to an evading public.

written in blood on the surface was help,

but all that was read was encumbrance.

yet, found there on the cold tile floor

was the baby cut away,  nevermore.

*

in a world,  where creation was,

now sees only self outlasting solidarity,

charity is now done in flash and facade.

give yourself a hearty pat on the back.

*

a montana sky, open and bright,

now gets drawn in by towering metal devices.

native rocks disappear

with the roam of the buffalo.

*

when morning lost her sunrise

time was forever left in obscurity.

 

when morning lost her sunrise

time was forever left in obscurity.

 

 

c. 2014  bgw

the walk home (poets edition)

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

 

five p.m.

i’m walking home from a hard days work.

the concrete sidewalks,  i count the blocks, the cracks.

each step quicker than the last, i hurry home.

and as i walk in a hurried pace,  the greyish skies above open up.

one soft drop after another,  quickly follows another.

there,  pulling  the collar from my warm pea coat up around my cooling neck,

then quick  to slide the umbrella open for my shelter in motion.

the lamplight forms a glow as the english mist looms.

sounds of  wet pavement streets grow louder as the cars speed by – also on their way home.

i continue on until i meet home’s wooden gate –

the point where the workday is my past,  behind me i leave it far behind

and greeting the rest of the world that is in front me,  i am.

opening the creaking gate,

i jump over a growing rain puddle,

landing on the mossy covered cobblestone path that leads me to my castle.

i climb the few steps to the porch,

closing my portable shelter,

brushing the wetness off my jacket – meeting the door ahead.

reaching  in my pocket i grab the cold pieces of metal,  picking out the silver skeleton key and slid it into its  own home.

turning  the knob.  pushing the door open –

and there,  my eye first catches  my son playing blocks in the front parlour.

as a big smile comes across his smooth baby face, he gets up and walks shakily over to where i am

standing by holding my pant,  he hugs my leg.

my daughter sitting at her mothers desk,

working ever so diligently on her homework.

without disruption or looking up,  softly says “hey”.

i pick my son up to hug.

i take in a breath and smell the aroma of dinner basking in the surrounding.

drying her hands on her white apron,  she quickly unties it and slips off,  oh my wife.

oh! my wife,

she comes up to me and gives me a loving smile,

kiss me welcome, hug me love.

i set my canvas satchel down, along with my son

and i place the umbrella in the corner,

where the last of the raindrops fall upon the green slated floor below.

in the other corner of the entryway, i hang up my dampened coat on the coat rack .

heading  up stars for my shower,  start untying my tie.

i wash the off the days work,  and scrub off the workdays burden.

my wife knocks at the door and opens it.

and in her soft voice reminds me that i forgot my towel.

i see through the steamed glass as she tries to place the cotton towel on the hook beside the shower door.

i quickly open the glass door and gently grab her elbow,

wet laughter met by a warm embrace of a love that often goes without or forgotten – busy schedules, conflicting times.

quickly and quietly,  the passion brews.

laughing, we both dry off and quickly change into our evening attire of soft flannel pants and a dryer sheet scented t-shirts.

we head down to the dinner table,

i gather the kids as she makes the final preparations to the dinner meal.

we all sit,

all in our proper seating place,

and i smile,  i am.

i smile just watching my wife placing the bib on our youngest.

she catches a glimpse of me watching her, and replies with her beautiful  smile.

we all bow are heads and grace is spoken.

as my daughter speaks of thanksgiving,  i sneak a peek of my family there in the moment.

and in that quick moment,  i saw in slow motion,

a panoramic view of a family.

and in that moment,  i felt it.

simultaneously in my heart, body and mind,  that this is it.

this is what i live for,

this is what every single aspect of my life lives for.

this family, this house, our lives we share together.

working to live,  never living to work.

this is me.  i am.

after dinner, all homework done and the children are all worn out,  we put them to bed.

and we follow suit.

there, we listen to the silence, peaceful and relaxing.

a child-free moment,

soak it in.

i hold her until she falls asleep,

i quietly turn over and turn out the light.

the day has completed,

the crazy circle of  life will start all over again in dawns light

and the walk home awaits for me again.

 

c. 2013, 2014  bgw

when the mind stays awake

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

 

in the snow covered garden

the winter melts away

slowly the whiteness goes away

sunshine peaks its face and  says hello

and presents the green grass  of  spring

and while my body sleeps,  my mind stays wide awake

 

my body sleeps and yet my mind stays wide awake

 

i dreamt of a warm touch,

a bridge from what was and what was to dream

a  black and white photograph

ah! there we were

soft as a whisper

loud as an echo –

caught under the spring rain

 

where can you find me?

 

all through the summer

in a wheat field solo

only where dreams meet me –

remember a september

walking through the cool alley ways

down to the river’s bed

i held your hand

 

only can i see

in a town that is

only to a place that is,

only from my window paine

can i see what ive left behind,

and yet everything  i found

the time of what is and was us,

left me blind

 

the eyes that are blind

fire arises and seeks its worth

your liking now only rebirths

the sunlight,  turns to  lamplight

and any found comments get declined

but my eyes are still on you and your game

 

if i still love you

what can i do?

all the things in the past

didn’t last,  oh!

incoherent words and phrases confuse

and as i  turn the heads

but stand strong through the poetic rhyme

 

if my image was to be taken away

i’d still be –

if i was all but  to drain away –

today

everything will still move on

time will still tick,  and the colours will stay the same

and yet everything  of mine  will stay in a field day

 

in the snow-covered garden

the winter will go away

and the sunshine quickly comes says its hello

and presents the green grass  of  spring

all while my body sleeps,  my mind stays wide awake

 

somewhere  i can find you

through this cityscape window

a paradise that awaits

where i found you

that’s also where i lost you

in between the tall buildings and the busy business avenues

that’s where i last saw you

and gave your last kiss

 

words are just words

sliding in some thought inside my world

the right will find the left

and stumble on the tomorrow,  oh !

i’ll move forward,  if i see you again

you’ll see my smile cover the spaces

all in the missing places

 

in the snow covered garden

the winter melts away

slowly the whiteness goes away

sunshine peaks its face and  says hello

and presents the green grass  of spring

my body sleeps and yet my mind stays wide awake

 

my body sleeps and yet my mind stays wide awake

 

 

c.2014  bgw

fool’s paradise

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

 

jet plane

crawls across the bright blue sky

jet plane

leaving a faint white line behind

we know where you’ve been.

leaving a faint white line behind

it all disappears as you glide  on by

gone,

gone,

gone

 

sunrise

slowly peaks its light into sky’s darkness

sunrise

shine down the warmth on my face.

dancing with clouds high above

shine down the warmth on my face

sunrise till the noonday –   the sunset takes you home

move on,

move on,

moved on,

 

paradise

always thinking it was on an island

paradise

in the garden that was only my mind

made me blind,  i left myself behind –

in the garden that was only my mind

the only paradise i gave blind to and left behind

 

oh!,  jet plane you are gone,

into the sunrise of some other paradise,

and here’s to tomorrow  –  we all must move on –  moving on,

move on

 

 

c.  2014   bgw