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Saturday, October 22, 2011

September's Angel


Sunday, October 16, 2011

Baby of Mine

Baby of mine look at the time. How quickly it has passed. Not a baby anymore you're feet thunder across the floor. The time for cradling slipped away now I watch your imagination at play. Such beautiful eyes the innocence of each sunrise as you strap a pack upon your back.
So much more I wish I could give then this hurried half a life we live. The stars dance when I tuck you to bed still I pause counting each hair upon your resting head. The future is yours. The world your playground, I thank the masters for letting me have you around. Even as the time sifts swiftly past, I pause to reflect. Are you really the last? Just a minute ago I brought you home tiny, your brother was your size.

 Oh my heart aches at how time flies. Yet still I smile because the master let me hold you awhile. So watch you grow I will.
  Hoping you will always remember kindness of heart. This world can get cold as you grow old. Hold tight to the light in your young heart. Guard it or the world will tear it apart.
 Embrace that light and let it shine knowing that your heart beat was sparked by mine.



 Thank you sweet son for choosing me to be your Mommy. Forever and always you are my pride. My sweet little baby the last of my tribe.~(c) R.M. 2011~

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

One of those days

 pic from http://www.funnyjunkz.com/  
                                      One of those days you just want to say BRING IT BABY!

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Dance in the Fire


Blood boils as the fire consumes
let the flames spread
burn through
Rain may fall
only fire can cleanse
the sins
of daily deeds
let the flames lick away
all the pain
carried on the wings 

silver tongued lies
hopeless dreams

swim in the heat
bathe in the glory
sparked by the rage
of true love 
thrown away
dance in the fire 
untamed by even the sea
fury of grace
as the rain plays
only the lashing will
erase

seared by the soul
only heat can turn the coal
keep your diamonds
you can play in the rain
I will dance with flames
~R.M.Brandon 2011 (c)~





Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The Guide



                                Burnt sienna wings  
                        flash across the auburn sky
                  with the dawn she takes to flight
                  Through keen eyes she watches
                                as footsteps fall
                               guiding with her
                                high shrill call


Comfort to the ears
her sweet song sings
promises of a better land
the pursuit of dreams


                           Oh to ride upon
                          her sienna wings
                        the morning sun
                         her glory brings 
             as fire from her wings does shine


To see through her eyes
as lands fall and rise
to taste the call from her golden lips
as the winds caress its razor tip


                The heart must head her call
                    feet move swiftly
                  obey with each foot fall


The sun is her glory
the hawk
my eyes
ever upward
into the sunrise
where upon her wings
dreams have life


                           away from the darkness
                               of loves
                               midnight
~R.M. 2011~

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Mother's Song





Dreams 
hung in the sky as clouds awaiting
 the birds of flight
gems 
sparkling below
amongst the blue waves
softly caressing her shore

Beauty
of her song
with each sun beam
dancing upon the velvet
dew kissed grass

Mesmerizing
her lullaby softly
sweetly just below the ears
where only the quiet soul may hear

Whispers
to the all seeing eye
the heart of the soul
that speaks to those who have come long before

In dreams shes whispers, eyes heavy with sleep , ears stilled to the rumbling of the mind. Mother of all, the beauty of her presence encases the blind. Her song is mesmerizing , yet unheard. She is life, above all she is love. Dance to the whispers of the mother's soul, sing as her melody lights the sun.~R.M. 10/2011