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BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS

 

 

Another poetic duet with the wonderful Ms. Hasty Words.

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Branches, dry and brittle, snap beneath my feet
Stained circles of torched grass litter the ground
And the sun…
Well…
It strains to find purchase inside this compound

Oh it’s no paradise, perhaps more like paradise lost
But understand, my being here ain’t what it seems
I packed my bags…
Closed my eyes…
And took a walk on that Boulevard of Broken Dreams

By night the streets are filled with piercing screams
Fading by day into the crumbling brick of alley walls
And the echoes…
They linger…
As do the voices that laugh and jeer you when you fall

And their piercing eyes watch through windows tall
With such malevolence causing my soul to shiver
I move on…
Undeterred…
As a lone wave in the current of an endless river

This morning I walk alone through all the left over debris
At the items left behind from the nights previous dark
I look around…
And contemplate…
Leaving this city and the doped up remains of a junked up park

HASTYWORDS

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Written by James Sanders and HastyWords


Branches, dry and brittle, snap beneath my feet
Stained circles of torched grass litter the ground
And the sun…
Well…
It strains to find purchase inside this compound


Oh it’s no paradise, perhaps more like paradise lost
But understand, my being here ain’t what it seems
I packed my bags…
Closed my eyes…
And took a walk on that Boulevard of Broken Dreams

By night the streets are filled with piercing screams
Fading by day into the crumbling brick of alley walls
And the echoes…
They linger…
As do the voices that laugh and jeer you when you fall

And their piercing eyes watch through windows tall
With such malevolence causing my soul to shiver
I move on…
Undeterred…
As a lone wave in the current of an endless river

This morning I walk alone through all the left over debris
At the items…

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Pain

Hello all :-). First off, I apologize for the extended hiatus from my writing/posting. There have been a number of major things happening over the past month (anniversary, job change, relocation, etc.). With that said, it’s time to get back to the fun. This piece is an excerpt from Life & Poetry: Early Poetic Expressions. Make sure you get your copy of Life & Poetry by clicking the image of the book cover at the bottom right of the page. It’s an earlier piece I wrote while dealing with a situation of loss at that time. Happy reading 🙂
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The cause of much grief,
And sickness in your heart
Pain in your soul
Nonexistent from the start
Its purpose, I know not
A mystery to almost all
Why the greatest of God’s gifts
Always seem to fall
So deep and strong the pain
Filling one’s heart and mind
Filling them with wonder
Of why you were left behind
I always ask the question
Yet, the answer is never clear
But I know it will cause pain
And this pain is what I fear
Sorrow, grief and anger
Are part of what I feel
Yet, knowing that they’ll remain
Is a wound that cannot heal
It hurts now more than ever
For I have felt it time and again
The hurt that one can only feel
From the loss of a close friend
One will never know
How much they can truly take
Before the strands of their heart and sanity
Will give in and break
Yet, you feel that point of weakness
Drawing closer each moment in time
And you know the day will come
When that time will fully unwind
But there’s nothing you can do
No way you can avoid it
For anything you use to hold it
The pain will soon destroy it
The only thing you can do is wait
For your point in time to hit
And when that point hits
All you can do is accept it
Never will I doubt God
But of him I will always wonder
How he could allow this pain
To take us slowly under
There’s nothing else to say
Nothing else that one can do
For when that point hits you
You’ll truly know if it’s you.

Shadow of Choice

A duet piece with Ms. C Burks from Journalistic Expressions. Check out her page and show her some support. Enjoy.

The saddest sound to hear is the cry of a broken heart
The saddest sight to see are the tears that follow
When no words can comfort the overwhelming despair
When there are no arms to run to for encouragement

When the wounds created from a single moment
Inflict the pain of a thousand lives worth of sorrows
And the only shoulder that exists for you to lean on
Is that of your very own broken shadow

And you have more questions than answers
Where the answers given are inadequate
And the direction you’re looking for isn’t available
Then you have to wonder what options you have left

You wonder how does one truly mend a broken heart
When that heart has actually been shattered
And all of its pieces have been scattered
Like fallen ashes on the road less travelled

Do you give up and give in, or get over it
Battle a faceless enemy with numerous tactics
Should you keep your head up and go forward
Ignoring the defeated voice you hear within

Or do you simply leave it all to the falsity of fate
And instead of overcoming the fear of making a choice
You close your eyes, lower your head
And proceed on as lost as a shadow in the dark