Jeff Bresee Poems

A road begun, so distant.
A masterpiece, insistent.
Divided rolls at parting,
provided each a farthing
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Awakened by song of long distant voice,
a beam of light cuts the abyss.
Serenades calling, the lost and the falling,
sneaking into lives gone far amiss.
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I paused to stand and watch a man who had come to the road's divide,
my wonder soared as I watched his stare slowly shift from side to side.
He stood as if not noticing that many passed him by,
they moved without a second glance down the road most traveled by.
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Whether there be kingdoms
or dominions on high in places unknown.
Whether it be heaven or earth.
Whether it be it principalities or thrones.
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Sandstorm churning in my mind tonight,
driven by the wind of change,
and I know… it's not that easy.
Drove a million miles and it is all the same,
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The morning air to which I have awoken
whispers softly upon me, the subtle signs of change.

For the aroma of distant fire has joined the newly fallen snow
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Long pressing bears the weight
of the falling world around me.
Over tinsel days yet hollow years
has the growing spiral of downward fall
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Waking I find another chill encrusted day awaits me,
where I shall walk alone in step of time,
to the blighted rhythm of what must be
and the looming shadows of what might have been.
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What do the heavens think of me?
When God looks down what does he see?
What things run through his mind and fill his heart?
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Why should I try to make sense of it all
when thus far all endeavors have failed?
Why should I struggle to win in this world
when each chance that I've had I've assailed?
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