Ravens cast shadows -
air is crisp and thin,
autumn chips away at
where I have to live.
Grass is manicured -
drying into rough,
another lonely weekend -
another lonely month.
No one visits here -
truth told, they never have,
dirt fills the corners -
the spirit's gone flat.
Past is polluted -
I know it be fact,
you'd think there'd be one left
who still gave a damned.
Forgotten, forsaken -
the moon starts to rust,
discover my value -
how pointless I was.
Thought I had impact -
if not many friends,
these last years are lessons
and here are the ends.
Vines on wrought irons -
I cannot break free,
bounced between markers -
the wind's silent scream.
I'd love to escape this but
I am locked here for time,
the light fades to empty...
the edges of life.
Copyright © 2011 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Included in the e-book, "Walls of Shadow"
Written February 2011
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Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Weary Traveler
"You warred alone...... against that demon,
which lived within - you ignored the cost..."
which lived within - you ignored the cost..."
Resurrect
Now that I’ve traveled... so many miles now,
the destination is in sight.
The journey’s coming… to the end now,
and I feel relieved and light.
The burdens that I’ve carried
become wetness on the grass,
the rack and toil that’s driven me
dissolves into the past,
The noise-pollution in my mind goes
silent as my chest,
angry swarms that dissipate and
finally let me rest.
The Mother takes her loving hand
and peels the soil away…
brings my tired bones to life and
frees me from this grave.
The eyes that stared and haunted me
when mirrors passed me by…
reclaim their sharp lucidity through
clearing years of lies.
The rays of moon illuminate
my rough and shallow skin...
and resurrect this darkened soul
to let me breathe again.
Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written January 2009
the destination is in sight.
The journey’s coming… to the end now,
and I feel relieved and light.
The burdens that I’ve carried
become wetness on the grass,
the rack and toil that’s driven me
dissolves into the past,
The noise-pollution in my mind goes
silent as my chest,
angry swarms that dissipate and
finally let me rest.
The Mother takes her loving hand
and peels the soil away…
brings my tired bones to life and
frees me from this grave.
The eyes that stared and haunted me
when mirrors passed me by…
reclaim their sharp lucidity through
clearing years of lies.
The rays of moon illuminate
my rough and shallow skin...
and resurrect this darkened soul
to let me breathe again.
Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written January 2009
A Lovers' Ballad [E]
The lives we live are useless -
all the deceptions and the lies,
the culture here’s so full of shit,
no one showing their true eyes…
so he decided he’d had enough -
another legend on the rise.
He stole a Wrangler down in Denver -
drove all night and then some more,
using Sam Colt as his currency,
taking gas, food - every store…
he stayed on backroads and the byways -
‘til he reached the Jersey shore.
“You’re a gorgeous Cuban angel -
suffocating in the debris,
under the weight of the life you live,
upper-crust society…
so climb on up my blue-steel babe -
we’ll show these fucks how to be free.”
Then they hauled it down the interstate -
hitting banks along the way,
using the cover of the darkness,
to keep the F.B.I. at bay…
living life to its very fullest -
every moment of every day.
Laughing smoking singing -
letting love and lust collide,
he’d never felt this loved and strong,
she felt adored and so alive…
the perfect mix of passion -
she his Bonnie, he her Clyde.
They were hunkered down in Austin -
relaxing with the setting sun,
the Feds snuck up surrounding them,
and they knew their time had come…
they locked their hands - a final kiss -
then they each pulled out their gun.
They burst out through the hotel door -
with their pistols ringing loud,
the Feds returned the fire sure,
matching shot with every round…
when the smoke and gunplay finally cleared -
the lovers lay dead on the ground.
The papers called them criminals -
T.V. stations did their part,
the cop who found them told his tale,
though he left out the very heart…
for when he found those lovers dead -
he had to pry their hands apart.
Original Copyright © 2008 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Included in the e-book, "Walls of Shadow"
Written October 2008
all the deceptions and the lies,
the culture here’s so full of shit,
no one showing their true eyes…
so he decided he’d had enough -
another legend on the rise.
He stole a Wrangler down in Denver -
drove all night and then some more,
using Sam Colt as his currency,
taking gas, food - every store…
he stayed on backroads and the byways -
‘til he reached the Jersey shore.
“You’re a gorgeous Cuban angel -
suffocating in the debris,
under the weight of the life you live,
upper-crust society…
so climb on up my blue-steel babe -
we’ll show these fucks how to be free.”
Then they hauled it down the interstate -
hitting banks along the way,
using the cover of the darkness,
to keep the F.B.I. at bay…
living life to its very fullest -
every moment of every day.
Laughing smoking singing -
letting love and lust collide,
he’d never felt this loved and strong,
she felt adored and so alive…
the perfect mix of passion -
she his Bonnie, he her Clyde.
They were hunkered down in Austin -
relaxing with the setting sun,
the Feds snuck up surrounding them,
and they knew their time had come…
they locked their hands - a final kiss -
then they each pulled out their gun.
They burst out through the hotel door -
with their pistols ringing loud,
the Feds returned the fire sure,
matching shot with every round…
when the smoke and gunplay finally cleared -
the lovers lay dead on the ground.
The papers called them criminals -
T.V. stations did their part,
the cop who found them told his tale,
though he left out the very heart…
for when he found those lovers dead -
he had to pry their hands apart.
Original Copyright © 2008 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Included in the e-book, "Walls of Shadow"
Written October 2008
Now Finally Today [E]
I was finally able to pull the trigger today,
jammed the sight between broken teeth
so I could blow my light away.
The agony of constant pain,
failure - and self disgust…
lifted off me now… and was laid to rest today.
I was finally able to leave this world today,
this heartless land despised my art
and never wanted me anyway.
The green that fuels its soul and veins,
cold-cruel - and filled with rust…
put behind me now… with a single round today.
I was finally able to achieve some peace today,
the demons thrashed my fragile soul
though for years I kept them at bay.
The battles I fought within, without…
exhausted - and caked in dust…
they can’t touch me now… after what I did today.
Original Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written September 2007
jammed the sight between broken teeth
so I could blow my light away.
The agony of constant pain,
failure - and self disgust…
lifted off me now… and was laid to rest today.
I was finally able to leave this world today,
this heartless land despised my art
and never wanted me anyway.
The green that fuels its soul and veins,
cold-cruel - and filled with rust…
put behind me now… with a single round today.
I was finally able to achieve some peace today,
the demons thrashed my fragile soul
though for years I kept them at bay.
The battles I fought within, without…
exhausted - and caked in dust…
they can’t touch me now… after what I did today.
Original Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written September 2007
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Known in many (albeit small) online circles over the past 15 years, Stone Bryson is a poet, storyteller, and essayist. He is working on various writing projects, and lives what he describes as an 'analog life.' He resides in Jackson County, Missouri.