A Thorn Amidst Roses

Still Waters

2009-01-08T08:12:00Z

Plunge deeply and awake
In waters still albeit unknown
Stroke ever harder against the tide
Amidst a deluge of delirious delusion
Reticent refuse strewn cast away aside
Promise ever fleeting with daylight meeting
The dusk cloaked in shadow and doubt
Sunrise to the East setting to the West
Alive and awake deeply sleeping hearts
In waters still albeit unknown
Seek a path of least resistance
Bringing you where it was you need to be

Originally posted 1/2/09 © Brian_Thorn

The Race

2009-01-08T08:07:00Z

It is as they so oft say
No pain means no gain
Stretch your heart strings
Till they break and bleed
Tug hard at the cord
Of emotional exuberance
Till it spasms sorely
Well worn in the workout
Knotted muscles herniated
By soft twisted sighs
Strained pleasurably
In decadent delight
Keep pace in the place
Your heart desires most
This race is won not by the fast
But rather by the most determined

Originally posted 12/31/08 © Brian_Thorn

What Pride Demanded

2009-01-08T08:05:00Z

Now it's time to fly higher
Spread wings long left molting
Rise high above the clamor
Looking down on those only
You wish to give a hand to
So that you may raise them up
To a better place and time
Dare to dream dare to live
Soar amidst the clouds anew
Touching grace as it once touched you
Before the fall that pride demanded

Originally posted 12/31/08 © Brian_Thorn

A Gift

2009-01-08T08:03:00Z

Some gifts you can easily exchange for money so their value is fleeting by nature
Some gifts are fleeting by nature which makes them all the more valuable
Like a smile, a hug, a child's laughter, and that come hither glance
Those gifts I wouldn't exchange for all the money in the world

Originally posted 12/25/08 © Brian_Thorn

It Rang True

2009-01-08T08:01:00Z

But in truth it surely rang
Whilst so often lost in a plethora of words
It resonates loudly through the discord
Like snarls deftly knit into the fabrics of fate

But in truth it surely rang
Clear as a bell and smooth as glass
Easily seen if you are of a mind to see it
Mistaking it not for other than what it is

But in truth it surely rang
Echoing through the ages like a bull amidst china
Forsaken by some if only in a moment of doubt
Hope is what you make of it or make not of it

Originally posted 12/27/08 © Brian_Thorn

Discord

2009-01-08T07:59:00Z

I never find lyrical harmony
Amidst the discord that is life
Bang the keys if you must I've tried
Seek sense in the cacophony and you'll fail
Such is the nature of foolish artistic endeavors
A simple melody once played yet unheard
Meant only for the ears of one forever lost
Amidst the discord that is life

Originally posted 12/22/08 © Brian_Thorn

Edges of Mind

2009-01-08T07:58:00Z

A heat within time respecting edges of mind
Obscuring little as little so often does not
Bending without breaking ties bound by another
Basking in shadows cast by gentler giants of fortune
In another time and another place much the same
Respecting little else but the edges of mind
A heat within time whistles the kettle to boiling
Roiling in little more as little so often does not
Nothing less than ether to cloud tomorrow with

Originally posted 12/22/08 © Brian_Thorn

She Was Afraid...

2009-01-08T07:56:00Z

She was afraid she had given it to another
A heart not hers to give
A soul not hers to barter with
A life not of her own
A dream not hers to live
She was afraid she had given them to another
Her illusion a gift given in haste
Her delusion a scatter minded state
All nothing more than crimson
To whet the appetite for the blade

Originally posted 12/18/08 © Brian_Thorn

Chain of Time

2009-01-08T07:54:00Z

I'm finally free
Free of the illusion
Though still trapped by the delusion
Of what freedom truly means
Fore go the cage of iron
For a simple chain of time
Bound betwixt the then and there
By decisions never mine

Originally posted 12/18/08 © Brian_Thorn

In the Hindsight of Tommorow

2009-01-08T07:50:00Z

We are as we have always been
And will always be
What came before goes before
Like moths to an eternal flame
Consumed by our attractions
Engulfed by our passions
Scorched by our disbelief
Ignorant of the conflagration
Dust then settles at last
And with it the past
We are as we have always been
And will always be ever more
Evolving albeit unchanging
Hither to the constant rearranging
Some things remain the same
Some things seem the same
In the hindsight of tomorrow
No matter the day before

Originally posted 12/17/08 © Brian_Thorn

What's In a Name

2008-12-16T04:27:00Z

Can't remember the game
But then again all the same
I wonder what's in a name

The time before last is past
Nurturing nature arrives at last
As yet another die is cast

Dispelling disturbing trouble
Whilst I hate to burst your bubble
Curses made shall visit you double

In the end all will end the same
Despite the reason despite the game
No matter how you call it by name

Originally posted 12/10/08 © Brian_Thorn

PS: Kinda funny I just literally posted an entry of the same name tonight on my other blog and I wrote this piece 5 days ago. Go figure huh?

Filling Empty Moments

2008-12-16T04:25:00Z

May it stay and last all through our night
Till comes the dawn and what comes after
Clarity in the light hidden by the night
Foreseen and forsworn albeit for a moment
A glimpse within fading shadows comes truth
Filling empty moments with meaning anew

Originally posted 12/3/08 © Brian_Thorn

Of That Which I Speak

2008-12-16T04:23:00Z

For all from the powerful to the weak
You know of that which I speak
Inherit the wind or inherit the earth
Such is that which is yours from birth
Lead us not once more into trepidation
But instead deliver unto us an easel
So that me may repaint our trespasses
Divinely forgiving the self proclaimed meek
You know of that which I speak
Those content to contend with less
Rather than be more than is their lot in life
Striving for nothing and achieving the same
Content to contend with less rather than more
Until time passes and the powerful pass them by
Forgiving and forgetting all in the same breath
For all from the powerful to the weak
You know of that which I speak

Originally posted 12/3/08 © Brian_Thorn

Frostbitten Heart

2008-12-16T04:20:00Z

Bells chime out once more in the wilderness
They echo through the chasms of my memories
As the sled dogs of hope move ever closer still
Yet now as before too far away for my salvation
Unlikely to pause or be cause for my redemption
Despite the harried hurried whip of their master

Icicles fall stabbing at old wounds in new snow
Leaving only scarlet ripples behind in their wake
One way or another in spite of the desire the cold sets in
Chilling me to the bone on yet another wasted Saturday night
Left alone buried in an unrelenting avalanche of emotion
Frost now covers a photograph of you despite your warmth

Free radio plays only songs that remind me of you
Betwixt the pop and static of intermittent icy regret
Changing the dial does little to change my state of mind
The best damn fool can see that change truly brings nothing
Only foolish hope that hopelessly harangues the naive
The cold hard truth leaving nothing but a frostbitten heart

Originally posted 12/2/08 © Brian_Thorn

Moments Lost in Repose

2008-12-16T04:18:00Z

Life with a renewed sense of purpose
Devout in its decadent deliberation
Albeit pious in presumptuous pretending
Wickedly wanton whilst still idling wild
With the capricious glee of a wayward child
Home is where they shall hang their hat
Douse the lights and then put out the cat
Moments lost in repose belie the life renewed

Originally posted 11/19/08 © Brian_Thorn

One Heart Beating True to its Intent

2008-12-16T04:15:00Z

Blood on the streets slick and overflowing with crimson
Of a love once more beaten to death like the proverbial horse
It matches the futile apathy emblazoned within her wilting heart
Much like the knock off hand bag and those designer shoes
She now casually tosses into her empty everything box
As she makes her way to the door one last time yet again
"You don't own me" she yelled before her last return
"Take a picture it will last longer" the bitter jilted lover spat
And with that she was gone until the next time rolled around
Hints and allegations being what they are mean little to nothing
They are words found only between passion and condescension
The only thing for sure is that there will again be blood on the streets
To match the futile apathy emblazoned within her wilting heart
Until the next time rolls around and she finally finds me gone for good
Such joy only found in the silence of one heart beating true to its intent
And my intent is to remain silent until I am surround by joy once more

Originally posted 11/18/08 © Brian_Thorn

Savor the Moment

2008-12-16T04:10:00Z

Enjoy the taste
Savor the moment
Relax in comfort
Knowing all there is
Yet nothing of consequence
Feel the heat bask in its warmth
Heart throbbing heaving heavy
Sighing long before the tears
Falling fading before your fears
As they again consume you
Burning away all that was
All that can ever be
Leaving nothing behind
But Ashes and Dust
Over long before it began
A chance taken but never given
A hope made yet never held dear
Enjoy the taste
Savor the moment
Tomorrow may never come

Originally posted 11/14/08 © Brian_Thorn

An Irracible Scoundrel

2008-12-16T04:07:00Z

When he tells me how he ripped her lace
In a whirl I turn to slap his handsome face
But he likes it in fact he loves it as the smile shows
He tells me more than any woman has a right know
Head spinning as round and round we forever go
Hither thither and hereafter evermore he knows
The hold he has upon me despite the glaring fact
That he ripped her lace that night instead of mine

Originally posted 11/14/08 © Brian_Thorn

Braving the Storm

2008-12-16T04:03:00Z

I wonder who is truly out in the cold
As I sit warming my chilly hands
By a well stoked fire at home
The ice may melt away yet still
Into but fleeting contentment
Resentment over a frosty rebuke
To otherwise heated inclinations
Mulled cider may warm the bones
But the soul remains so cold
Devoid of anything an all
That would soothe a fever raging
Yet still I ponder and wonder
Who is truly out in the cold
Those content to sit by the fire
Or those who choose to brave the storm

Originally posted 11/11/08 © Brian_Thorn

The Girl in the Drive Thru

2008-12-16T03:51:00Z

Welcome to McDonald's may I take your order
She said with chagrin grin over buzzing intercom
Would you like some super sized fries with that
More importantly why would you like fries with that
Such is the extent of her Psychology Bachelor
More schooling would have led to a better lot in life
Though book learning prepares no one for reality
Quandaries ever now so tawdry yet it is all she has
Time spent doing little more than fattening men ripe for naught
But imaginary interludes held in the orgy that is her mind
Shift ends and with it the doldrums begin anew
What to do but wash the world from her back
Her only perfume that of over cooked grease
Her sack of leftovers warmed in the microwave
As she sits down once more to feast all the more alone
Relaxing to yet another tedious night of nothingness

Originally posted 11/10/08 © Brian_Thorn