Brett White

Thou art a soft Rolling Sea of Poetry,
Rolling, rolling, rolling all day o'er me.
Graceful and light thine eyes spark such Great Fires
Inside of my Spirit that these Desires
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Lord, please remember my tears in judgment.
Let my prayers be sweet incense unto thee;
And my life an acceptable sacrifice as well.
May my repentance be met with total amendment,
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Sometimes the Sun shines in the darkest places,
Bringing Light where only deepest traces
Of Pain in Love can be found. And profound
Longing trickles with the Brook's saddest sound,
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Her eyes are like a sepulchre gently calling me,
They invite me to stay for all eternity...
Locked behind a door from which no soul escapes:
The lowliest of dungeons within Hell's estates.
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God help me,
Help myself-
to see beyond:
my broken heart.
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I said in a prayer, 'Please, give me a Sign...'
And the Sign was thus provided, by God,
The Father of All,
Creator of Man,
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Some days bounce like the Sun's rays through the clouds,
Others resemble the moon whom dark fog shrouds.
All that I know is the past is long dead,
So I seek greater joys in days ahead.
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When it feels like all I have loved has left,
And that my deft touch maybe wasn't so deft;
I turn my eyes to the Heavens with tears,
They pour like rain from pain held in over years.
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I thought my poetry was uniquely charming,
She might have thought it strangely alarming.
Now I am lost in my mind reminiscing,
Over memories of the last 3 I was kissing.
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Sometimes when caged, Freedom seems lost,
A memory fading like Smoke,
Drifting on the ocean, a ship tossed-
In Winds of Fate, Mother Nature's cloak.
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The gentle breeze calms my mind.
Solace in Nature in Times of Need, I find:
Redemption Eternal--internal growth,
Leads me to excel past the faults I loathe.
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I told you I'd write you poetry no more,
But of 7.7 billion there's only one I adore.
She sparkles like tiara'd rubies in the sun,
And away I was torn before I had even begun,
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Our memories either help or hurt us,
Very seldom does their influence fade.
But we must, our own hearts and visions trust,
And cling not to any debt that's unpaid.
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Life's sweetest joy can be found in your smile,
An Eastern Flame upon the horizon,
Sweetness wed to the purest class and style.
You are the female form of Mozart's 'Requiem'.
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Tears bring growth like rain brings flowers,
A day without you is Hell for twenty-four hours.
But tend our Soul's garden we must all do,
I just wish the pruning was done by you.
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I see dreams of purification by fire,
With blood-red acid rain lighting the pyre:
Distant cries of birds can scarcely be heard,
Abandon ye all hope whom greed hast preferred,
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Veritas, in many sleepless nights' past,
I drearily dreamt of it to be my last...
Yet fear of my soul's fate- in hellfire cast-
Kept my body, dreams and spirit a-mast.
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Some things are not dead; they refuse to die,
Even with broken wings, they learn to fly.
Defying fate, God uplifts their brave souls,
Bruised, knocked about and flayed*, now burning coals.
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The days glide by me faster every day,
"I've always loved you, " is all I wish to say.
But to whom shall I speak in your absence?
Nothing in my life can replace your presence.
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In Life, we fight daily to Dream of Love,
So pure that even the Blue Skies blush above-
The Mountain Ranges of our Warm Hearts, -
Beating in Sync with the Hope Love ne'er Parts.
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