Derek J. Brandt
Biography of Derek J. Brandt
'I am a poet. A master of the combination of words. I am an Artist. Romanticized amongst the very last of a scattered generation. I am a Philosopher in a life-long reverie of Wisdom. A seeker & champion of ultimate truths. I am the Son of an everlasting God. A witness to the end of days & a testimony to their treachery. These are the fruit of my labors.' —Derek Joseph Brandt
Derek J. Brandt's Works:
Labyrinth: The Literary Account of Derek J. Brandt
Derek J. Brandt Poems
Children Of Eden
Once, in a meadow fair & gold, there stood a solemn marigold. And though the flower broad & bold— It came to die when it grew cold.
No Rest For The Wicked
I whet the weary where they weep; Disturb society of sleep. Waste sacred, social energy with lovers of a drunken me,
The Boy With No Name
The night's drawn its gaze. A violent wind seized. All now was silent but the rustling of leaves.
Novus Ordo Seclorum
Epistle I: Where is your mind you man-made machine?
Hell Or High Water
So many thoughts. Such little time. So many words. Too few of which rhyme.
A bemused child departed from his brilliant mirador. The others soon to take leave humbly admired his valiance. He was shown from from forests abundant with all manner of precious stones & metals
I remember when the quality of life was black and gray; O' I remember how my loneliness would pass from day to day— And though these things were made unclear to me, I knew no other way. It wasn't time for me to see totality
Faint forlorn cries, Quaint mournful eyes where a valiant swain ailed wretched demise. For a city of Men is a city of lies, and in no such a city shall such a son rise.
Adversity. Folly. Betrayal & War. Soldiers mind attains colly from the inhumane gore as his once dear companion now dies on the floor; This is Morbid Mosaic, would you like to hear more?
Ashes Of A Memory
I've whispered and I've wandered. I've pondered and I've stared. It's times like this I wonder if she ever really cared. I mourn among the darkness.
Ashes Of A Memory
I've whispered and I've wandered.
I've pondered and I've stared.
It's times like this I wonder if she ever really cared.
I mourn among the darkness.
I try so hard to breathe.
Mere memories of latter remedies intrude my dreams.
The wanton one waits & watches.