Endgame Stream XI
This state of mind
Envelops my wits.
Find myself
At my wits end.
A life on hold.
Looking through
An opaque veneer.
The world indifferent
Spins on,
Puts me in a spin.
Hovering on the horizon
Stuck between night and day.
In everlasting twilight
Where nothing has definition,
Not defined.
But low upon the skyline
A slow lick of sun
Burns away the gloom,
Illuminates the path
Disipates the fog.
Life retuns.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Seek and Find
Life hides secrets to find
Seek its truths and be refined
Life's safari reveals a map
an eluded path, go fill the gap
To survive the curse of old Adam's sin
follow truth, and be cleansed a thousand times within
thus to it do trust
In safe-guard winds in it do thrust
Search for this peace and be at ease
never let rest until life cease
Seek life's truth and you will find
a glorious ever state of mind
Copyright © 2012
poem by Godfrey Morris
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Spin, Spin, Spin
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
The harlequin dances in a costume of green
Spin around
But under his makeup his age can't be seen
Spin around
But where are you spinnin'
When will you know
That life is for livin'
That it isn't a show?
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
You look out on the city from your penthouse so high
Spin around
But your pedestal's your prison and so is your high
Spin around
But where are you spinnin'
When will you know
That life is for livin'
That it isn't a show?
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
Your pills are you conscience
They make ev'rything seem all right
Spin around
Take a white one go to sleep
Take a red one to stay up all night
To spin around
But where are you spinnin'
When will you know
That life is for livin'
That it isn't a show?
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
Spin, spin, spin
Spin away, spin away
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
song performed by by Jim Croce
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When Death Finds Me
Elated I have dived to the depths,
Found the beauty in a leaf,
Bathed in the rainbow,
Gloried in the dawn,
Found solace in the rain,
Run with the wind.
I have heard the voice of the hills,
Seen a world in a blade of grass,
Sung duets with the birds.
I have let the stream of life
Whisk me away....tumbling
Wash me in the exquisite,
When death finds me,
As he does all,
I shall not be sad, .........
But content, for I have lived.
P. H. Brookes Copyright.2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Betrayal
This time caught out.
Your betrayal is as old time
You throw your time bomb
Choosing the time frame
With your usual bad timing.
Your excuses time worn.
Its not the first time.
I catch myself just in time
Time for a time out,
Stunned.
Time elongates.
Stands still, a still life
At my time of life
I should know better
Time to move on
No longer to give you the time of day.
Copyright P H Brookes 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Departed
The house lies empty
Hovering on edges of my senses
The faint trace your scent
As if you have just slipped out the room
Soon to return.
Pick up where you left off.
The shelves are powdered with dust
Grey as my thoughts.
The room lies cold, barren,
Dead, for your spirit is absent.
A book lies open where you left it
The story stalled never to be finished
But yours has ended.
And I, I still have mine to finish.
Copyright P H Brookes 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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The Great Train Robbery
I'm not a guy wants to shirk
I just want to get to work.
But every morning just my luck
To be packed in cattle a truck.
Crushed and shaken to the bone,
Not enough space to use my phone.
The trains are dirty poor and slow,
Some never even make a show.
Everyday it just gets worse.
What have we done to be so cursed.
The price we pay is really high,
They'll keep on squeezing till we're dry
The amount we pay you must agree
Is just a great train robbery.
Copyright 2012 P H Brookes.
poem by Paul Brookes
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No Femme Fatale
Sitting in a corner glass in hand
She sips ruby red full bodied wine.
Carefully made up to hide the years
To hide the sorrow and the tears.
The scarlet lip and deep kohled eye
Hair arranged and skilfully dyed.
She waits to be saved.
Saved from life.
Saved from herself,
But no saviour comes.
Just a succession of one night stands.
Her soul so cheaply bought
Was dearly sold.
She had such dreams a life fulfilled
But all hope of this now stilled
And in her heart she truly knows
That winter come and she is cold.
Copyright P H Brookes 2012.
poem by Paul Brookes
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When Death Knocks
When death knocks
I shall fling the door wide
Rush into his embrace,
For I am ready.
He holds no fear for me
Why should I fear a friend?
One I have known all my life;
Who has accompanied every step,
Helped me on my way.
No I shall not fear death for
He will cut my earth bound chains
And his kiss shall set me free.
Copyright 2012 P H Brookes
poem by Paul Brookes
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Snowflake
When the day dawns
Bright and crisp,
The snow yet to fall
Hovers on the horizon
In laden black clouds.
The chill air hangs ice,
Breathing on trees,
Sliding down drain pipes
Making zylophone icicles,
Playing a winter's tune
The wind whips scintilling,
Vibrating the telephone lines.
An aolian harp, zinging,
Then a silence covers the land,
Shivering in antisipation......
Awaiting the first snowflake.
P. H. Brookes Copyright 2012.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Rosy Hue
When I look back through the rose shaded glass of the past
All hurts are forgotten as if expunged in gentler reminiscences.
The jibes and cuts of the bullies tongue and fist
Or the strangled loves of adolescence
Where like a hook caught fish would wriggle with embarrassment
And shed tears of self destruction
To think the world would end because of one rejection.
Of the loss of friends through death or the vicissitudes of life
And all the failures big and small; of which I suppose are many.
Yet the me whose here to look down the road, would not be, if not for these.
Yet though sometimes I regret the things not done
And pine goals not yet reached.
I wouldn't have missed the journey for the world.
I am maybe no more a wiser man but I'm certain more content.
Copyright P H Brookes 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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As it is the characteristic of great wits to say much in few words, so small wits seem to have the gift of speaking much and saying nothing.
quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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Nightmare
What are these nightmare thoughts
That keep at bay the slumbering night.
Where no sweet dreams me do attend,
And all a tangle in my sheets
Do toss and turn infernally.
My pillows scattered on the floor
Like snow white islands upon the sea.
Oh wretched night I do you fear,
Sore wishing for the light to come,
So that all my doubts and fears shall fly.
Burnt away by the blessed sun.
But then all day I live in terror of the night;
A living wakeful dread.
I fear the dark descending
And the tolling of the midnight bell.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012 ©
poem by Paul Brookes
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War Is A
War is
War is
War is
War is the ideal in a mind so clouded and confused that the brutality cannot help but be beautiful,
That the Restlessness of a soul so young it cannot help but find meaning in others,
Meaning, Meaning of course the definition of life
in a world where the souls are so young that the bigger picture is only pondered and argued over
When the only simple truth in life is life,
Where the only definition is survive and find motivation,
and the only motivation comes from life itself,
and thus completing the circle that was always understood.
cycles, circles,
mediocraty is not the answer, sides are not real,
so war goes on in the mind of the idealist,
and rightly so,
for they understand that they might as well live before they die.
poem by Jaime ReyesHildel
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Occupy Your Mind
(neil tennant / chris lowe)
Satisfy your reason
It will occupy your mind
Even when youre dreaming
Believe
Find another meaning
To determine what you need
Experience this feeling
And believe
Believe
In a world so confused
In a world so confused
In a world so confused
In a world so confused
Believe
Love will pierce the dark cloud
Of unknowing and reveal
All that you were dreaming
And believe
These communications
Will descend on you en masse
So what Im saying, baby
Is believe
Believe
In a world so confused
If you feel love refused
Believe
In a life so defined
You could find time
To change your mind
Believe
In a world so confused
If you find love refused
Believe
In a life so defined
You could find time
To change your mind
Believe
Occupy your mind and youll believe
Occupy your mind and youll believe
Occupy your mind and youll believe
Believe
In a world so confused
In a world so confused
Believe
Occupy your mind and youll believe
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Filed Away (Stream IX)
Finished filing
They file out.
File down the street,
Out of the offices.
Finished the offices of the day.
The light of day fades
Like their lives,
Pale imitations
Imitating a life fulfilled.
Filled up
With empty promises,
Not fulfilling their promise.
Each day they become thinner,
More transparent.
It's apparent.
Until one day,
They fade,
Fade away,
Disappear,
Are tidily filed away.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Broken Promises
Promises broken like glass
Shattered to lie at her feet
For all she got was lies, deceit.
This was a life of disappointments.
Love slid, water through her fingers,
To puddle at her feet as tears.
Decieved by a beautiful lie;
Left with the shreds of love.
Promises broken like glass.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Out of the night...
Out of the night when mind is blurred,
In which all things do flow,
Our life's caresses, every word,
The twilight rays, which glow,
The night when nothing passes through
From what is doomed to die –
I wish for once in life that you
Could rise up to the sky.
And if the eyes of my caprice
Will not spread rays about,
Just look at me and hold your peace
Although their lights are out.
And if the voice that I recall
Keeps silent in the gloom,
I still can hear your loving call
From there, beyond the tomb.
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoș
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The Sun Still Rises
The sun still rises in dawn display,
The moon still traverses the sky
And earth spin from night to day.
The oceans still toss spumes of spray,
I still breath, heart still beat,
Blood course inexorably on its way.
But my world has frozen, stilled,
A photographic unthawed moment,
Etched in acid that cannot move on.
Is this the glaciated shock of death?
That numbs, immobilizes thought.
And eyes once warm and loving
Turned to mirrors of hardened water.
To pour these bitter salted tears.
To ask why the sun still rises?
Oct 21st 1995
P H Brookes Copyright 2011
poem by Paul Brookes
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I Am Your Convenience
Have you lost your wits and gone mad! ?
Those are 'my' friends you just insulted.
'I will admit to the going mad business.
However...
That losing of the wits bit,
I need them to hang on to for future excursions.
Besides...
If it was not for my wits,
I would not have been able to convince you...
I have gone mad.
Now would I? '
You are doing this on purpose,
Aren't you.
'Doing what on purpose? '
Trying to drive me crazy!
You want everyone to believe,
I am the one that is really the nut case.
'Hmmm...
Are you?
And you are the one behind the wheel too.
What else do you want me to admit?
I'll do it.
I just want to get home safe.
After you dropp me off,
You can go anywhere you want.
And...
Keep your eyes on the road.
Unless you 'do' want me to drive.'
I should have left you.
'And what would that have proven?
I am more popular with your friends than you are?
And you would not have had an excuse to leave.
Other than the one of you having a headache.
And it was time for us to go.'
You are an embarrassment.
'No!
I am your convenience.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Pity.
Hear the anger of spoiled youth,
With their hard words.
They have no pity.
Spewing out their bile
To mangle and eschew.
We live with their forbearance.
We the old and frail.
Who once like them
Gloried in the sun,
Were gods in our day.
Now we moulder
Like staues left out.
Too long in the tooth
We peal and crack.
Split by iron frost.
Weathered by rain.
Worn down, tired, by
Untenable trials of life.
Ah but our inner lives,
There we live again as gods,
To glory in the sun.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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