Poetry, Prose, short stories,random rants, unbelievabe ideas. A life extroradinary at a glance.On a side note this blog is for me, a place to work through my hopes,fears,dreams, and ideas.If you wander into my mind, enjoy and share.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Baby of Mine
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
Monday, October 10, 2011
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
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