Brian Stafford Poems

The hordes had gathered,
from far and wide;
With great anticipation,
for what was to behold;
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It's the same old picture,
but with different colours;
It's the same old people,
but with different faces;
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I saw yellow horses charging,
through fields of purple grass;
Van Gogh alive and painting,
trees with broken glass;
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If only I'd walked this way before,
Instead of walking past the door,
What things would I have found,
Would I be walking on new ground,
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I slapped the face in the face of adversity,
But I didn’t poke the eye of a storm,
I pulled a tooth from the teeth of a gale,
But I didn’t let the cat out of the bag;
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Melodic memories appear,
Uptempo thoughts arise,
Symphonic times of fear,
Instrumental moments surprise,
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There is something in the air,
Something all around,
Winds of uncertainty blow,
Are they loaded with virus,
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Your on a crazy journey,
but you won't be alone;

It's full of many paths,
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Let me take you on a journey,
Without going anywhere,
On a tour of the imagination,
Where travel is in your head,
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There's strange wind blowing,
through my head again;
I can't seem to remember,
what or where I am;
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