PO-EM
Brian A. Patrick
Copyright ã2011 by Brian A. Patrick
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To Brandy,
You are everything that is beautiful in my heart.
TIME
What
fear we have in passing time
Becoming grains of sand
And aging like a vintage wine
Us withered grapes of man
What bane we keep for growing old
And turning back to
dust
Grotesquely turn to human mold
And
Generation rust
Such simple fear we can’t explain
As living makes us learn
That death has all but one
refrain
We all must have our turn.
Rum-inations
When worlds collide
And demons smile
And hope becomes this bastard child
What role is there for me to play?
When all I've known has washed away
When all is gone
And no one cares
There’s just remains from my despair
What light is there to help me search
And claw my way through all this hurt
When you were changed
And I was new
The desert forced me back to you
And though I knew I shouldn't go
Your barren heart is all I know