Brian Routh Poems

Where is the gold I've spun
Where is the love I've won
Where is the life to live
When will I learn to give
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art and books
negative hooks
they're phony they're fake
they make my head ache
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forever i run
down the steep slope
i'm carrying a gun
i'm all out of hope
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I wonder what I should say to start the blood rolling,
To keep the energy high,
The level even up-upper.
Not too much in the clouds
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I am a Holy man in deep cover
I have no father and no mother
No fortune and no fame
No history and no name
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Only my hand was visible from out of the mud of my soul.
Another hand grabbed mine,
Lifted me up and sent me hurtling through space.
I was filled with a tingling joy
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Unfolding the parchment from it’s hook
Lengths lengths
Evergreen the holy face fresh tingling pine
Present
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I was lying on my back thinking about this and that when suddenly a voice told me to move.
I listened and held my thoughts still and held my breath.
Again I heard the voice directing me to move.
Directing me to push up with my hands.
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Lost in earthen ware jars,
Thrown to the tide and the dust storm,
Forever I rearranged myself and started across town.
The streets were deserted,
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This body must decay and die.
I look at these arms, these legs,
The smell of my body,
Perhaps for the last time, everytime.
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