THIS STAGE IS WHERE LIVE, WHERE I BURN.

THIS STAGE IS WHERE LIVE, WHERE I BURN.

A Poem by Brian Kraklau

this stage is where i live, 
where i burn
performing for the world.

Days have come and gone
moons set, 
stars visited
I've walked miles from home
lived lies,
broke ties
nights were young beautifully young
smoked lungs,
tied tongues
back on the road again
going home
time to go.

when he taught me the way
leaping onward 
shining on 
each day brings new talented thoughts
things have taken a new turn yet
broken chains
if this world would be as ongoing as i 
the garden of Eden would spread her legs
no more teasing tastes of enjoyment
where peace is at the finger tips
nights have poisoned the minds of many
i too have been victim of such crimes
but this merely be a wall to break down
a threshold to earn passage to
life be an evil vagina with teeth
claws of the night
scream and fight
but such pain can be demanding

this all merely be another wall to break through.

old habits and new ones
people who have come
people who go
oh baby don't you cry
i am here tonight
my smile may have faded
but my heart is here

oh baby if walk away
these nights will become cold
but when i grow old and weary
my heart will still be warm
i will always be here 
for you

this a*****e is still burning
on fire from your love

this woman has my soul
she may be hard to play at times
but i will learn
time will be
she will show me those lights
where i will shine 
showing for the world
and one day i will be shining too
a star on stage
living longer than fame and fortune
for my soul belongs
and when the music is over
i will be gone
for i must go where she goes
in warming comfort of her voice. 

© 2011 Brian Kraklau


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Brian Kraklau
Brian Kraklau

Las Vegas, NV



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