*Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^*

*Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^* Poems

The thief of my Identity

To my Friends and Family
My true Identity
...

Into the woods we traveled, with little fear and dought,
Into the woods we traveled, with no way out.

Into the woods we traveled, with thoughts of the new day,
...

Day after Day,
Week after Week,
(Pg 108, Ch XVIII)
...

All i want is to be huged, and not be treated like a thug,
All I wanted was to hold you and say 'I love you, ' not shuned for the fun,
All i wanted was to be told that 'I care about u, ' not 'I hate u'
All i wanted was to have your attention, not the depressed feelin
...

This web of spiraling emotion
Weaving in and out of control
Lost in this universe
No one cares
...

I wish i was dead, I wish i was no-more,
I have tasted the fruit of life, and i must say it is rather bad,

People tell me i should be grateful for what i have,
...

Where their was once light,
Their is darkness now

Where their once was hope
...

I will sit here today,
I will sit here tomorow,

I have waited, a minute,
...

I reached to soon, with mind and thought
to fall the hard way down

I reached to soon, , with heart and soul
...

Mindless soldiers marching to war
For a cause not of their own
No Ideas, No fealing
No Brain, No Heart
...

Falling from this Gracefule Place
I must admit! It is not of my taste.

I have fallen, fallen so far,
...

12.

I want an end, An end to all

The end to this sadness,
The end to the madness,
...

13.

Fear

What is fear?
What is scary?
...

14.

Desire

To hold you in my arms,
to never give up hope!
...

Day by day, night by night
Lost in time, Lost in reality

I lurk in the shadows
...

Here i sit day after day, Waiting.
Waiting for a reason, Waiting for a purpous.

I cant promise the world, I cant profess my being.
...

Up an Down,
Left and Right,
Are no where in sight.! .
...

Sleep tight, an sing in the night..

Who knows what will be..
Who knows what was..
...

19.

I want to hold time still for you, I want this time to never end.

You are my sweet beautiful angel, with a smile that grabs my soul,
Sent to me from above, I am so grateful to have found you.
...

I felt the rush at hand! The beginning of my Decent!
With the soft warmth encompassing my inner veins!

I felt the tinder blood start to burn!
...

The Best Poem Of *Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^*

Me: The Thief Of My Identity

The thief of my Identity

To my Friends and Family
My true Identity
Is all that makes me

I stole my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for

If not for my soul,
I would be lost once again
For my True Identity has fled me
Fled me for another

It is the dancing shadow you play with,
The beauty you can see in yourself,
And the hostility.
It wants to see you suffer,
It is most content, when you are in despair.

When I can look into my self
and find the real Identity of my inner self,
Until then I will not blame anyone
for my misfortune

*Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^* Comments

Harry 12 February 2019

Would love to know the context behind the poems and more about the history of Brad Combs

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Aya Ezz 22 February 2018

Beautiful, soulful, and exceptional in depth. Thank you.

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James Timothy Jarrett 26 July 2008

Nicely written. Well said

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