Archive for pain

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

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living (in some other world)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 21, 2016 by bradford graham west

as the words of the Province

came cutting through railed steeled wheels,

the deep pain of others

broke a heart for a world that lives in consequence;

outside this window seat,

the passing autumn

painted a different scene.

the whistle of a cross-country train

broke apart the early morning fog.

seeking, it looks for the world that could be

anything other from what everyone else could see.

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caught a glimpse of the glowing media

showing a falling world

with failing souls with fouling ideas;

the quietness of disbelief fills the room

as the sunlight crawls across the carpet.

we are living in some other world

where once man rocked in the free world,

now collects the broken peace of unity;

pick yourself up and draw the curtains,

peak at the world below

and find the promise of a needing discovery awaiting

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as the words of the Province

came cutting through railed steeled wheels,

the deep pain of others

broke a heart for a world that lives in consequence;

outside this window seat,

the passing autumn

painted a different scene.

the whistle of a cross-country train

broke apart the early morning fog.

seeking, it looks for the world that could be

anything other from what everyone else could see.

c.2016 bgw