Brian Purdy

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Trying To Turn Us To Angels In My Blood (For A. P.) - Poem by Brian Purdy

As a boy, alone, with a crayon you wrote
On the walls of your room. Now, you wail
Silently, so that others don't hear;
Bellow and moan on the page of your mind
Against the blood-stained silences
That contain you. Prison restraints
Are strapped in place - but still you write.
Your mind reaches out to find a muse.
Prayers to the living, psalms to the dead
Apologies - all these you write,
Riding the storm and the coming night,
While fighting the violent one inside,
Who wishes only pain on himself,
Too hurtfully alive for suicide.

I pray for that boy, tucked deep inside,
I pray for me, for him, for you,
For everyone we touched and harmed
And reach through the river of blood and time
That prevents me standing next to you,
To hear your imagined voice in the dark:
‘Brother, perhaps, you understand
A tithe of what we've had from life.'

I wish you luck and fortitude
Hope that you find, at last, your muse,
And will not hear your companions weep;
Tonight will finally get some sleep.

Comments about Trying To Turn Us To Angels In My Blood (For A. P.) by Brian Purdy

  • Unwritten Soul (5/16/2012 10:19:00 AM)

    I agree with Prakhar, i just loved the intro and the flow turn so beautifully ended sharp and nice..i really think this is a very nice poem, it has strong and fit shape...and the imagination and creativity so nicely handled...I like the moving words as inspiring :) keep it up Brian thanks for inviting me :) _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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  • Prakhar Mishra (5/6/2012 6:23:00 AM)

    i loved the way you started and went with it............ has just put me into some silent thoughts........................ lovely (Report) Reply

  • (5/2/2012 9:58:00 AM)

    I may not get all of this deep, and amazing, expression you have here presented to us, but what I do find here is very moving; and for that I must say what a wonderful write. It packs a powerful punch; and I really like Sara's comment (below) , I beleive she must have found something similar in these words. Great poem Brian. (Report) Reply

  • Sharad Juneja (4/21/2012 12:11:00 AM)

    Wow just came from my mouth..... left me speech less Brian... u r truly inspiring (Report) Reply

  • Sara Fielder (4/11/2012 3:06:00 PM)

    Oh wow. This is heavy. Ouch. I was just thinking that in my next life I won't come back as a poet. I want to come back as a tattooed lady...that way I can have the APPEARANCE of being poetic, and it wouldn't be as painful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 10, 2012

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