Brandon M. Moore Poems

On wayward roads all covered in dust,
A whisper guides our way.
The ones we lost, were the ones we trust,
On wayward roads all covered in dust.
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Why can't I find God?
They’ll ask over and over.
They’ll ask why the dog
ran off too.
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The death you have seen and the hate you have heard.
Young ears full of dead men’s lies.
Your mark of innocence, forever blurred.
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An angry ocean guides our ship astray;
waters that promise and pull beneath.
Sightings of land through false teeth,
with only storms day by day.
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There once was a time,
that I would let you inside,
but that time has past.
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She loves him so much that she allows him to paint,
not on woven canvas, but on her own flesh.
Although his colors are limited, he is an artist.
She inspires the muse inside his heart.
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