A LITTLE DRINK, A LITTLE SMOKE, A LITTLE HOPEA Poem by Brian Kraklauone evning, where the glasses were going round, where the hearts were full of life, and the souls all shining bright, all the voices around speak of this new begining, speaking fearcly full of hopes and dreams, i, myself did not feel as such, i sat in my corner, i smiled, i spoke lightly, and happily, yet my own heart spoke to me from within, i longed for that dream i once had to finally come walking through the door, and it was then i saw her, that angel from my dream of yesteryear, oh such a dream was so vivid as this, her voice rang loud with the warming tone of the highest goddess, yet her lips didnt even quiver, no one seemed to hear such beauty pour from this young soul, such sounds of song birds that wake me from my long dark dreams of the night, to a bright and beautiful new hope, but this heart always falls so fast, this bird is tied to her fingers with her honorable word, she is chained to a duity that i suppose most must face head on once in a while for the sake of one's own love, i tell you this, however, this jeM will be dusted, placed where it always belonged, right ubove all men and their crowns, to be a simple tear from this angel that has taken my soul, love i fell hard for, and broke this lock of mine, busting me out, just to let loose the demons into my nights, but alas, i am still left with this gift, one any man would be blessed to be bestowed upon by any angel of such beauty, where the sun rises every day, chasing away all the demons created by such hands as these, leaving with this one kiss of hope, when i rise to a new day.
will i be holding you to night will this love take flight that is not for me to tell, for the road ahead is goin to be full of sharp stones and soft beds, where it takes me i dont know, but i only can live this path, and i shall find my way to where i feel at home, so if my love is right, that would be my light, but if its mearly a charm of the moment, then, let it last so i may rest my weary head, for once the sun rises i will be on my way down that road, i will leave you then with a kiss in return, so for now, my sweet good night.
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Added on January 19, 2011Last Updated on January 19, 2011 AuthorBrian KraklauLas Vegas, NVAboutjust another human trying to analyze this reality from my own limited perspective. I'm here, there, and throughout each word i write. perhaps in time I could find myself within this mess. outside of t.. more..Writing
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