tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78072269576935236262024-03-13T08:05:35.493-07:00altPoetry - Nocturnal verse from Stone BrysonStonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02988813841958124033noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-30506681734542096252016-04-17T06:29:00.000-07:002016-04-17T06:29:10.348-07:00Disposable<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Always the afterthought, never priority,<br />
I understand what’s in your head..."</i></span> <br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>I feel the fidgets... the doubt and the double-speak,<br />
you are not sure... <br />
what will be next.<br />
You had some fun... <br />
but now things are getting real,<br />
and you don’t want what that suggests.<br />
<br />
Well I’m disposable... a curiosity,<br />
which will fade from your heart and mind.<br />
Don’t you worry, love - just walk away guilt-free,<br />
it won’t be the first time...<br />
someone disposed of me.<br />
<br />
Like a child... with a brand new toy,<br />
you coveted... <br />
and played with so sweet.<br />
Now that the newness... <br />
of it has worn away,<br />
what was your victory is now defeat.<br />
<br />
I am disposable... an annoyance to shake free,<br />
taken for granted 'til my soul has bled.<br />
Always the afterthought, never priority,<br />
I understand what’s in your head...<br />
my disposal, is your release.<br />
<br />
From my youngest days... I’ve known this as truth...<br />
I'm used to it... <br />
you will forget.<br />
Fret not my feelings, love...<br />
for I am empty now, <br />
you took everything that I had left.<br />
<br />
I’m disposable... an inconvenient stain,<br />
and I know I have always been.<br />
Don’t you feel remorse, regret nor even pain,<br />
this life is mine to live...<br />
or dispose of, either way.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Original Copyright © 2016 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Written March 2016</span></span>Stonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02988813841958124033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-86249098518563179192016-04-14T16:28:00.001-07:002016-04-14T16:28:10.020-07:00Used To Be<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"... I knew it’d be painful<br />
but not hurt this much..."</i></span> <br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>Rattling around...<br />
the kids are away,<br />
this house feels hollow<br />
and so does my brain.<br />
In every corner<br />
your ghost... it does roam,<br />
let’s heal all of the heartache - <br />
will you please just come back home.<br />
<br />
Let go the jealous...<br />
the rigid demand,<br />
give me the trust<br />
and I will give you my hand.<br />
We’ll bury the petty and <br />
the doubt... the pain,<br />
There’s too much to lose - <br />
and there is so much to gain.<br />
<br />
I miss your tender...<br />
your affection and touch,<br />
I knew it’d be painful<br />
but not hurt this much.<br />
The deadness that’s found here<br />
it will not... shake free,<br />
just bring back the joy - <br />
and the way that things used to be.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Copyright © 2016 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Written April 2016</span></span>Stonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02988813841958124033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-18159851691629231282016-04-11T05:31:00.000-07:002016-05-31T10:16:33.952-07:00Because I Love You<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"... we’ll stoke internal fires <br />
‘til you can’t take anymore."</i></span><br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>Take my breath...<br />
just like you took my heart.<br />
consume my passion...<br />
like we’ll never be apart.<br />
Let me walk you on a journey where desires never fade,<br />
where you’re satisfied beyond repair and never feel afraid,<br />
let me open up your body like it’s never been before,<br />
we’ll stoke internal fires ‘til you can’t take anymore.<br />
It’s not about the craven... it is not an ego ride - <br />
it’s because I love you.<br />
<br />
Lay down your clothes...<br />
and lay down upon my bed.<br />
We’ll push the boundaries...<br />
go where lovers fear to tread.<br />
Feel my hands glide over you until your hunger cries,<br />
experience the fever growing hot between your thighs, <br />
a crescendo under blankets like a perfect symphony,<br />
soaking every inch of you in love and memory.<br />
It’s not done out of duty... nor a need to be the best - <br />
it’s because I love you.<br />
<br />
Close your eyes...<br />
feel the warmth of my embrace.<br />
Float your mind...<br />
while I absorb your lovely face.<br />
Allow your thoughts to wander to a bedroom true and pure,<br />
where you never question reverence and you never feel unsure,<br />
imagining a future where your lover treats you right,<br />
where you’re adored and cherished, until the end of time.<br />
It’s not about the casual... and not just primal greed - <br />
it’s because I love you.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Original Copyright © 2016 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved. <span style="font-style: italic;">Written April 2016</span></span>Stonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02988813841958124033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-75257321169600818252016-04-09T12:51:00.001-07:002018-01-10T10:30:08.323-08:00I Thought For SureI thought for sure that I knew lonely,<br />
from all those years I’d spent alone,<br />
I thought I had a grasp on yearning...<br />
that I'd forever drift and roam.<br />
<br />
I thought for sure I’d dealt with sadness,<br />
the crushing pain of emptiness,<br />
was confident that I had seen it all...<br />
until you shook that confidence.<br />
<br />
I thought for sure my skin had aged with time, <br />
thick enough to ward off pain,<br />
that I had mastered my emotions...<br />
would never crash so hard again.<br />
<br />
I thought for sure I’d never walk this trail,<br />
ever again - I must confess, <br />
that years of wisdom would prevent me...<br />
from ending up a rotten mess.<br />
<br />
I thought for sure I’d handle casual, <br />
‘til casual became a blaze, <br />
I didn't know a fire burned in me...<br />
which could consume my heart in days. <br />
<br />
I thought for sure my nights of two were gone, <br />
until you showed me true romance,<br />
then all the dreams that you were truly mine...<br />
were worn away by circumstance.<br />
<br />
I thought for sure that I’d known heartache<br />
from all the bad times I’d lived through, <br />
but I guess I did not know what lonely was...<br />
‘til I fell in love with you.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Copyright © 2016, 2017 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Written April 2016; Edited April 2017</span></span>Stonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02988813841958124033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-56974364327364474842016-04-02T11:32:00.000-07:002016-04-02T11:47:29.961-07:00Life Without Living<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"...chasing pure beauty,<br />
and one final dream."</i></span> <br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>Kicked away time...<br />
the dust of the past,<br />
stirs on the surface<br />
of a soul gone crass.<br />
Life without living...<br />
begins to subside,<br />
recovering value<br />
and my own damned pride.<br />
<br />
Being restored...<br />
by the dark and the light,<br />
fearing not heartbreak<br />
though it’s always in sight.<br />
Life without living...<br />
is no way to live, <br />
embracing the spirit<br />
of the take and the give.<br />
<br />
Finding a purpose...<br />
narrow as it be,<br />
chasing pure beauty,<br />
and one final dream.<br />
Life without living...<br />
is death without peace,<br />
blowing doors open<br />
to find my release.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Copyright © 2016 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Written April 2016</span></span>Stonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02988813841958124033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-69510867588949698482016-03-29T10:00:00.000-07:002018-01-10T10:29:51.542-08:00As Humanity DescendsTake my hand sweet baby - <br />
eradicate the ‘save me’...<br />
know with everything you love<br />
we’re coming to the end.<br />
Don’t stress about the days to come - <br />
we’ve almost counted down to none,<br />
curl... up... with me <br />
as humanity descends.<br />
<br />
Apocalypse is in the air - <br />
people bouncing everywhere...<br />
the vital and the vapid<br />
counting virtues and their sins.<br />
We’ve waited for this day so long<br />
so let us sing our joyous song,<br />
they... shall... reap it <br />
as humanity descends.<br />
<br />
Chaos is in overdrive - <br />
no one’s sure if they’re alive...<br />
watch as all the people go <br />
stark-crazy in their skins.<br />
Faces filled with terror - <br />
but they are not our mirror,<br />
stay... calm... tranquil<br />
as humanity descends.<br />
<br />
Laughing at their panic - <br />
these Masters going manic...<br />
awakened self-awareness <br />
like we’ll never see again.<br />
They’re learning their pretension<br />
will not provide redemption,<br />
Let... us... revel <br />
as humanity descends.<br />
<br />
Feel that crackle from the sky - <br />
forget about the how and why...<br />
let those currents take us<br />
to a place of peace within.<br />
Knowing all we all have left<br />
is one collective final breath,<br />
Hold... me... finally<br />
as humanity descends.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Original Copyright © 2016 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Written September 2014</span></span>Stonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02988813841958124033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-17260532481218729842012-04-27T10:48:00.000-07:002016-03-30T12:42:26.574-07:00Quite The Way We Do<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"... you put the light of the moon, <br />
and the sun to shame..."</i></span> <br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>Gone through years of shaving through...<br />
emotions that I've neatly bottled up for you - <br />
it's about damned time to uncork <br />
and stake my claim.<br />
A look radiant...<br />
sets my eyes aflame,<br />
you put the light of the moon, and the sun to shame...<br />
gonna bring my all - and split that ring in two.<br />
You cannot deny the chemistry...<br />
when eyes and words lock, pure intensity,<br />
want to tear down convention, and every border too - <br />
for none come together... quite the way we do.<br />
<br />
Separated by boundaries concrete and faux...<br />
where the passion's leveed off preventing overflow - <br />
it's about damned time to break through <br />
and set you free.<br />
West coast woman...<br />
like the mist from sea,<br />
saturating every pore, that's surrounding me...<br />
gonna bring my all - I will not let you go.<br />
Escape from the prison that is your decay...<br />
I've ripped the door open, thrown it away,<br />
want to take you with me, for there is nothing more true - <br />
no lovers come together... quite the way we do.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright © 2012 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Written April 2012</span></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03677080136100419187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-60374715471561107032011-05-01T09:55:00.000-07:002016-06-06T15:59:41.186-07:00Menthol [E]<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"...blood-banks go arid<br />
when the constant is drain..."</i></span><br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>Chewed up, spit out... no matter,<br />
when illusions<br />
are exhausted <br />
they shatter.<br />
It's a miserable thing when it's first discovered - <br />
sucking on menthol one after other,<br />
when the ripe give-and-take<br />
doesn't have any give...<br />
you cannot make love, nor enough so you live.<br />
Reality's blind, when eyes are inverted...<br />
no prize to be found - it's all been perverted.<br />
<br />
Confused, betrayed... and shaken,<br />
when the truth of<br />
your feelings<br />
are naked.<br />
Tell me you love me then shit on my lawn - <br />
I slip into vapor when the menthol is gone,<br />
blood-banks go arid <br />
when the constant is drain... <br />
massaging your psyche, while I bear the stain.<br />
You siphon my spirit, every ounce of it free...<br />
this tank is now empty - find another to bleed.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright © 2011 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Written April 2011</span></i>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-34492079119321551822011-04-21T13:29:00.000-07:002016-03-30T13:30:50.469-07:00Hollowed Tree<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"So let the sun... set upon the stir you feel...<br />
it's better off for you to... "</i></span> <br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>I see the look...<br />
piercing from your deepest depths,<br />
you're thinking about how our lives could be<br />
intertwined...<br />
I really hate to disappoint<br />
but you're barking up a hollowed dying tree.<br />
<br />
The charge within...<br />
that once aroused the sparks to flare,<br />
those batteries are feeling old and drained<br />
by a past...<br />
devoid of anything that's real <br />
and I really doubt that it will ever change.<br />
<br />
So let the sun...<br />
set upon the stir you feel,<br />
it's better off for you to let it fade<br />
into the fog...<br />
that briefly caused your inner voice<br />
to tell you there was more than what's displayed.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright © 2011 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Written March 2011</span></i>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-79692760315225676292011-04-18T22:33:00.000-07:002016-03-30T13:52:36.925-07:00Or Give Me Death<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"What good is life, if it must bow<br />
to a blood-soaked throne..."</i></span> <br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>If you gain peace through surrender<br />
what use is your peace?<br />
Where's the value in prosperity<br />
if crawling on your knees?<br />
How comforting are your amusements<br />
if you are not your own?<br />
What good is life, if it must bow<br />
to a blood-soaked throne?<br />
Illusion breeds and spreads like lice,<br />
I think it's time we asked the price,<br />
declare your truth<br />
with every act and breath...<br />
"give me Liberty... or give to me my death."<br />
<br />
How much is your freedom worth<br />
if granted at their whim?<br />
What spark of life is there to stoke<br />
when 'thought' becomes a sin?<br />
You can not buy the facts they sell<br />
when facts are packaged myths, <br />
so how can you believe their words<br />
or trust their empty gifts.<br />
The masquerade is streamed and televised, <br />
question all - and lock 'n load your minds,<br />
demand what's yours<br />
as though there's nothing left... <br />
"give me Liberty... or give to me my death."<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright © 2011 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Written March 2011</span></i>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-28709894493984878162011-02-21T19:28:00.000-08:002018-01-10T10:27:02.691-08:00Where I LiveRavens cast shadows -<br />
air is crisp and thin,<br />
autumn chips away at<br />
where I have to live.<br />
Grass is manicured -<br />
drying into rough,<br />
another lonely weekend - <br />
another lonely month.<br />
<br />
No one visits here -<br />
truth told, they never have,<br />
dirt fills the corners -<br />
the spirit's gone flat.<br />
Past is polluted -<br />
I know it be fact,<br />
you'd think there'd be one left<br />
who still gave a damned.<br />
<br />
Forgotten, forsaken -<br />
the moon starts to rust,<br />
discover my value -<br />
how pointless I was.<br />
Thought I had impact -<br />
if not many friends,<br />
these last years are lessons <br />
and here are the ends.<br />
<br />
Vines on wrought irons -<br />
I cannot break free,<br />
bounced between markers -<br />
the wind's silent scream. <br />
I'd love to escape this but<br />
I am locked here for time, <br />
the light fades to empty...<br />
the edges of life.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright © 2011 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<i><br />
Included in the e-book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GPRP2K0" target="_blank">"Walls of Shadow"</a><br />
Written February 2011</i></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-58938304712186068292011-02-16T19:23:00.000-08:002018-01-10T10:56:13.632-08:00Into Breath [E]The clock is stopped inside my thirst - <br />
wound tighter than a drum,<br />
tension stretching 'cross my skin - <br />
my mind struck deaf and numb.<br />
The craving drains my thoughts of air - <br />
I cannot keep them straight,<br />
your teasing words, provoking looks - <br />
surrendering my fate.<br />
<br />
On hands and knees, a willing tool - <br />
my aching need submits,<br />
abuse my body at your whim <br />
and tear my lust to bits.<br />
Steal whatever drive I have<br />
and grind me into breath,<br />
throw me on your feiry grate<br />
and ride me to my death.<br />
<br />
Use me for your passion's sake - <br />
and drag me 'cross the floor,<br />
reduce me to unholy means<br />
and treat me like your whore.<br />
Nail me to your soaking gate - <br />
don't worry about the toll,<br />
erect me as your work of art - <br />
I'm giving you control.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright © 2011 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<i><br />
Written January 2011</i></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-6396717740958305332010-11-24T08:33:00.000-08:002018-01-10T10:56:42.940-08:00PoetThe noise betrays......<br />
I cannot see,<br />
the ink is smeared - <br />
my pen diseased.<br />
Thoughts are blind <br />
when heart is caught<br />
between two blades... <br />
words, that turn to rot.<br />
I stretch out from the dark...... <br />
and try to breathe...<br />
the darkness reaches back for me.<br />
Cannot escape......<br />
the horror...<br />
of that which will not let me be.<br />
<br />
The pressure swells......<br />
sinful, devout,<br />
steaming inside - <br />
I need to get this out.<br />
I have to choose <br />
between starving verse<br />
or dying deep within... <br />
I don't know which is worse.<br />
Creations laugh out loud...... <br />
foolish dreams...<br />
depriving life bit by degree.<br />
Gamble assured...... <br />
once again...<br />
I notice that, they're all laughing at me.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright © 2010 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
Included in the e-book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GPRP2K0" target="_blank">"Walls of Shadow"</a><br />
<i>Written November 2010</i></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-62715002557334570702010-08-24T17:50:00.000-07:002016-03-30T13:49:06.714-07:00Then Her Voice<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Humanity's inhumanity - <br />
absorbed in self, and yet in fear. ..."</i></span> <br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>Shook awake from a dream I cannot track, <br />
senses plundered by the violence of dawn's crack. <br />
Wondering about reality's illusion - <br />
the degradation I have seen. <br />
Cacophony of excess in surround-sound, <br />
a filth and grime that collects yet is unbound. <br />
I question whether it is worth the pain - <br />
then her voice breaks soft and clean... <br />
"There is still much more for you - <br />
so many things you need to do, <br />
the day will come when you can rest - <br />
it's not arrived just yet." <br />
<br />
Mind is racing in the pitch of a fever, <br />
always curious yet still a non-believer. <br />
Humanity's inhumanity - <br />
absorbed in self, and yet in fear. <br />
So much ugliness there is no escaping, <br />
gussied up yet without a reshaping. <br />
I yearn to slip into a forever sleep - <br />
then her voice cuts loud and clear... <br />
"Tranquility's not yours to claim - <br />
so much more awaits your name, <br />
once you're done and your tasks complete - <br />
you will have your peace." <br />
<span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright © 2010 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.</span><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"> <br />
Written July 2010</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-27268263175694305102010-01-01T17:14:00.000-08:002016-03-30T13:50:34.798-07:00Patron Saint<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"... feel the rapture of submission<br />
and of letting go..."</i></span> <br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>Tell me all your secret sins...<br />
and do not be afraid,<br />
I shall not judge, nor demean you<br />
nor ever lead astray.<br />
Kneel before my outstretched hand<br />
and do not live in shame,<br />
for I will grant you liberation - <br />
while making you my slave.<br />
<br />
Submit yourself to my command...<br />
and do not fail my will,<br />
watch the vistas of your hopes<br />
begin to rise, fulfill.<br />
Trust that where I lead your heart<br />
will take you to the place,<br />
where you can stand without regret - <br />
and never feel disgrace.<br />
<br />
Step into my willing chains...<br />
surrender your control,<br />
feel the rapture of submission<br />
and of letting go.<br />
Trust the paths I'll lead you on,<br />
of smooth and rocky ground,<br />
will take you to discovery -<br />
I will not let you down.<br />
<br />
I am the key to your dreams...<br />
unlocking you inside,<br />
driving out that fretful urge<br />
to run away or hide.<br />
I am the only patron saint<br />
that you will ever need,<br />
allow my word to dominate -<br />
and I will set you free.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright © 2010 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Written January 2010</span></i>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-79274128819990504912009-12-26T04:47:00.000-08:002016-06-06T16:03:47.584-07:00In Your Blood [E]<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"...but wrong us once... <br />
there’s not a prayer for you..."</i></span> <br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>Each and every day I am crucified,<br />
by duplicity… and bold-faced lies.<br />
Broken promises and trumped-up spew,<br />
designed to entice but are so untrue.<br />
I come from the land of ol’ Mark Twain -<br />
Josephine Baker… and Jesse James,<br />
where people say what they mean<br />
and mean what they say,<br />
the roots are strong… and they will not fray.<br />
If it’s not in your blood<br />
then you can’t understand,<br />
a Show-Me native has their own kind of brand.<br />
We will not bend, and we won’t break...<br />
when the bullshit's deep and the truth's at stake.<br />
<br />
You'll find us scattered all across this wide,<br />
but the heartland spirit… still lives inside.<br />
We are as diverse as any you can score,<br />
yet the things we share go to our core.<br />
We rise from the Truman and the Heinlein strains -<br />
a stubborn attitude that never wanes,<br />
where we treat with respect...<br />
and are gracious through,<br />
but wrong us once... there’s not a prayer for you.<br />
If it’s not in your blood<br />
then it's hard to relate,<br />
we don't waste time on what we can't tolerate.<br />
We shoot straight, and we aim clean...<br />
that’s just who we are - no apology.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Written December 2009</i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03677080136100419187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-42539501310838206012009-12-26T02:27:00.000-08:002016-03-30T13:51:38.214-07:00On The Line<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"... why don't you just admit it -<br />
you've got another on your mind..."</i></span> <br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>I'm tired of the masquerade -<br />
fed up with the lie,<br />
why don't you just admit it -<br />
you've got another on your mind.<br />
All the trashy innuendo,<br />
makes me feel... so foolish<br />
deaf and blind.<br />
You know that I'm in love with you...<br />
but you keep me, hanging on the line.<br />
<br />
The sneaky coy flirtations -<br />
that shadow in your eyes,<br />
you're terrified to hurt me -<br />
the suspicion gnaws and bites.<br />
If you're gonna break me lover,<br />
then just do it... so I can fall<br />
apart inside.<br />
This slow and aching torture...<br />
choking me, as you drag me on the line.<br />
<br />
I'd give up everything for you -<br />
all you'd have to do is try,<br />
but this story arch is wearing thin -<br />
I cannot live or die.<br />
In your selfish whims of fancy,<br />
you ignore my... lonely<br />
empty nights.<br />
While you go freely 'bout your business...<br />
I just drift here, swinging on the line.<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Written December 2009</span></i>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-67029962770624047992009-12-25T04:25:00.000-08:002016-04-20T07:24:11.379-07:00Unrequited<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"...let it scar your throat -<br />
and revel in the pain."</i></span> <br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>No more thoughts of home,<br />
when vacant lives within,<br />
the walls and ceilings still -<br />
you rattle once again.<br />
You cannot turn the key,<br />
when love’s an enemy,<br />
you reach out and you pray...<br />
but what you get is shrugged -<br />
and silently.<br />
The storms you’re feeling pound,<br />
until nothing else is found -<br />
of what you once believed.<br />
<br />
Cannot breathe, cannot need…<br />
when affection’s not returned,<br />
averted eyes, can’t disguise…<br />
the emotion bent and burned.<br />
Buried deep, never sleep -<br />
when it dances in your head,<br />
muted quest, is all that’s left...<br />
when the love is<br />
unrequited.<br />
<br />
So take your bitter pill,<br />
ingest without delay,<br />
let it scar your throat -<br />
and revel in the pain.<br />
You’re bound to be alone,<br />
when will is not your own,<br />
a course you cannot change…<br />
the heart’s forsaken you -<br />
when it is gone.<br />
The ice that rides the wind,<br />
destroys the paper thin -<br />
with everything you’ve shown.<br />
<br />
Open thought, lesson taught...<br />
when honesty betrays intent,<br />
buried face, can’t erase...<br />
admissions you come to regret.<br />
Frozen fold, within your soul -<br />
an escape from what’s ahead,<br />
Forever chains, never gains...<br />
when the love is<br />
unrequited.<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
<i>Written December 2009</i></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-19910012873868069542009-12-25T01:21:00.000-08:002018-01-10T10:32:18.477-08:00FantasyI lay here alone in bed......<br />
slumber ignores -<br />
and I am bored to death.<br />
Mind drifts away from me......<br />
a blur passes by -<br />
shift from reality.<br />
And then suddenly I knew......<br />
the vision takes shape -<br />
and I see once again it’s you.<br />
<br />
Maybe it’s wrong to think<br />
about your eyes and curves<br />
the way I am right now -<br />
but I don’t really care.<br />
The fantasy surrounds me<br />
and now all I can do<br />
is let you take my breath -<br />
as though you’re really here.<br />
<br />
This is not uncharted ground......<br />
I’ve thought about you -<br />
more times than I can count.<br />
I dream both in night and day......<br />
naked and clothed -<br />
in color and in gray.<br />
The friendship is all that stands...<br />
but you’re still a woman -<br />
and you know that I am a man.<br />
<br />
I can’t help it if these thoughts<br />
go raging through my skin<br />
when I am all alone -<br />
it’s what I want to do.<br />
I’d love to stir your morals<br />
and make your body move<br />
in ways you can’t imagine -<br />
the things I’d do to you.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Written December 2009</i></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-8839508757475739722009-12-18T14:40:00.000-08:002016-05-31T22:40:33.191-07:00Silent Night<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"... joys and laughs of past-time seasons<br />
will torture when alone."</i></span><br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>There will be no celebrations,<br />
the barren won't let go...<br />
glass of hope is dry and cracked<br />
when desperation's all you know.<br />
Gathered dimes feel like a treasure<br />
during days that are this tight...<br />
it's hard to smile when feeling worthless<br />
on a starless... silent night.<br />
<br />
There are no presents wrapped in love,<br />
decorations are not home...<br />
joys and laughs of past-time seasons<br />
will torture when alone.<br />
Family, and friends you'd cherished<br />
will echo in sound and sight...<br />
ghostly blurs that are relentless<br />
on a lonely... silent night.<br />
<br />
There'll be no feast upon the table,<br />
no fire burning bold...<br />
the emptiness a crushing weight<br />
when the heart is dead and cold.<br />
End-result of what you've fostered<br />
is a soul of char and blight...<br />
the bitter taste of fear and heartache<br />
on a hollow... silent night.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Written December 2009</span></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-13323230768807496542009-11-10T23:41:00.000-08:002018-01-10T10:33:24.756-08:00If Only In My MindI look into those eyes of brown<br />
and I know there's something more,<br />
the roads that I've been traveling -<br />
the chaos of before,<br />
the mist that chokes my sight and sound<br />
begins to gently fade...<br />
I've stared into your darkest crooks -<br />
and did not look away.<br />
'Cause you're the one<br />
who gives me hope that<br />
there's value to this life,<br />
the reason that<br />
I'm do not fear<br />
those edges of the knife,<br />
you take me to<br />
the only place<br />
where I can feel alive,<br />
you are, the one............<br />
if only in my mind.<br />
<br />
I listen to your voice of silk<br />
and I dream of you and me,<br />
I hang myself on every word -<br />
you know that I believe,<br />
I see us in each other's souls<br />
yet I could be without clue...<br />
was not prepared to have these thoughts -<br />
or to fall in love with you.<br />
But you're the one<br />
whose beauty is<br />
angelic in its pose,<br />
whose character is<br />
unsurpassed and<br />
no one can come close,<br />
with you I do not<br />
have a fear of darkness<br />
or the light,<br />
you are, the one............<br />
if only in my mind.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Written November 2009</span></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-55764779947453382482009-11-05T08:17:00.000-08:002016-03-29T09:57:39.310-07:00Easy For YouDrifting in and out of space,<br />
I think about you every day...<br />
is that not strange?<br />
So many years have come and gone<br />
since the last time that I saw...<br />
your smile and grace.<br />
I know I was not perfect...<br />
and that I made mistakes,<br />
but was I really, that easy… to replace?<br />
Did I<br />
make it easy for you...<br />
to turn away from me,<br />
to twist the good into the bad -<br />
convert the memories?<br />
I may have tripped and faltered...<br />
been less than what you dreamed,<br />
I guess I made it easy for you...<br />
but it’s not easy for me.<br />
<br />
Rains that fall and snowdrifts peak,<br />
all the things we fought to keep...<br />
they won’t release.<br />
So many years have passed us by<br />
yet still I can’t push from my mind...<br />
the memories.<br />
I know I missed the target…<br />
and that I lost my way,<br />
but was I really, that easy… to erase?<br />
Did I<br />
make it easy for you...<br />
to drive me from your heart,<br />
to use my stumbled missteps -<br />
wedge us further apart.<br />
I never meant to hurt you, baby…<br />
but that’s an ignored plea,<br />
it seems I made it easy for you...<br />
but not easy......<br />
for me.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Written October 2009</span></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-9063177019808544202009-11-05T08:13:00.000-08:002016-05-31T22:41:23.021-07:00Dearest Friend<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"... you will not let me feel secure<br />
or good about myself."</i></span><br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>I’m so thankful you’re in my life<br />
my truest, dearest friend...<br />
you always hold my bearings<br />
when my ego plays pretend.<br />
You keep my senses firm and sharp<br />
when the mirror toys, betrays...<br />
you remind me of my many flaws<br />
despite its hopeful gaze.<br />
<br />
My confidence is held in check<br />
when you think enough’s enough...<br />
you will not let me feel secure<br />
or good about myself.<br />
Nor ever let me feel as though<br />
my opinion has much weight...<br />
that any talent I may have will<br />
keep my pathways straight.<br />
<br />
You always keep my balance clean<br />
when someone is amazed...<br />
you do not let me hear their words<br />
or trust their heartfelt praise.<br />
You never fail to point my thoughts<br />
toward how useless that I am...<br />
or how I fail the ones I love<br />
time and time again.<br />
<br />
You love to have me to yourself<br />
in the quiet of our home...<br />
the only one who’s always there<br />
when I feel so all alone.<br />
I love you so, my dearest friend<br />
though I should hate you instead...<br />
but I know you’re with me ‘til I die -<br />
the voice inside my head.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Written August 2009</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03677080136100419187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-15057301081615819902009-11-05T08:12:00.000-08:002018-01-10T10:25:04.759-08:00Lullaby Of ChangeI run my hands up through my hair -<br />
something foul, is in the air...<br />
they always say it's darkest 'fore the dawn.<br />
A sense of dread on the descend -<br />
permeates, my sight and skin...<br />
they never say what comes when <br />
night is gone.<br />
Should we stretch<br />
out,<br />
our hands to reach the lie...<br />
or do we wise<br />
up,<br />
and keep our heads held high?<br />
The weight of fear<br />
that spreads a boundless stain......<br />
too many nightmares, in this lullaby of change,<br />
how can one sleep -<br />
when truth gets all the blame?<br />
<br />
I touch the wind across my face -<br />
and it bites, with its disgrace...<br />
I cannot find the hope I once held true.<br />
The many storms that tilt and shift -<br />
a feel of calm, that's cast adrift...<br />
the chain which holds the anchor's <br />
rusted through.<br />
So do we kneel<br />
down,<br />
and swallow this as fate...<br />
or do we back<br />
up,<br />
to fight another day?<br />
Sometimes the cure<br />
is worse than all the pain......<br />
too many noises, in this lullaby of change,<br />
how can one dream -<br />
when truth has gone insane?<br />
<br />
I ride the tremors through my feet - <br />
bloody mass, of aging meat...<br />
the wounds from splinters made of steel and wood.<br />
Yet they march on without pause -<br />
not revealing, their true cause...<br />
because they can, does not mean<br />
that they should.<br />
I'm left shell<br />
shocked,<br />
and cannot draw a breath...<br />
do we rise<br />
up,<br />
or surrender to our death.<br />
A black horizon<br />
that cannot be escaped......<br />
too many terrors, in this lullaby of change,<br />
how can one rest -<br />
when truth is being raped?<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Written July 2009</span></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807226957693523626.post-2447102126500366912009-11-05T07:24:00.000-08:002016-05-31T21:32:36.657-07:00Weary Traveler<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"You warred alone...... against that demon,<br />
which lived within - you ignored the cost..."</i></span><br />
<br />
<a name='more'></a>Turn the page... another chapter......<br />
begins anew - but something's changed,<br />
by your own hand - the scene has altered,<br />
emptier... this book became.<br />
A ray of light... of truth<br />
and wisdom,<br />
you never knew how you were loved,<br />
you stood your ground when others faltered,<br />
never afraid... to be ungloved.<br />
You warred alone...... against that demon,<br />
which lived within - you ignored the cost...<br />
to your own life - shielding your loved-ones,<br />
it thinks it's won... but it has lost.<br />
So rest your mind - weary traveler,<br />
you fought so hard...<br />
and fought so well.<br />
Your eyes are closed - but not your spirit,<br />
you've just gone home...<br />
and shed this shell.<br />
<br />
Misunderstood... and oft-forsaken......<br />
so many thought... they saw you true,<br />
blind to the soul - and to the genius,<br />
integrity... the core of you.<br />
A breathing fire... of loyalty<br />
and courage,<br />
were never shy to name wrong from right,<br />
you searched for truth beneath the surface,<br />
despite the dark... you sought the light.<br />
There is a hole...... from your departure,<br />
that I can't fill - can not outlive,<br />
I know your pride - kept you in silence,<br />
I understand... and I forgive.<br />
Now rest your heart - weary traveler,<br />
you gave your all...<br />
you gave your best.<br />
Your body's gone - but not your spirit,<br />
may peace be yours...<br />
you will be missed.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 78%;">Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Written July 2009</span></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com