Brian Hinckley Poems

Coffee replaces blood,
televisions replace the mind.
Just another day here,
in corporate America.
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Step on it good and hard,
make sure it is dead.
Hope under heel,
grinding into powder.
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When you love a person, you love them without conditions,
you leave your childishness at the door - you love them.
You learn to give of yourself and you learn you are not alone,
but it's hard to love - when your love is not your own.
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Her face
shining in the dead of night.
Her soul
shining to keep the light.
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We once lived in a world of music,
a world where the tune infused our bodies.
The dance floor was ours alone,
be it at home or on the town.
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Time slows;
then stops.
You have an epic smile,
shining brightly to challenge the sun.
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December snow falls among naked trees,
blanketing fallen leaves like soldiers on a battlefield.

Paths covered with footfalls from the past,
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Rolling clouds bound across the sky,
lightning dances in that darkening harbinger.
We glance to the sky like so many before us,
just another day in Nebraska.
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Bursting at the seams,
the words roll from my tongue.
Searing like hot iron,
they burn your soul.
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It's alright,
try again.
I'm here to help,
use me as you wish.
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