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What's In a Name
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?
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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