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Brian L. Davis
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Looking Glass
07/25/03
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Do I look short and fat or thin and tall
Is my hair turning antique white
Give me a reflection wrong or right
Do you see any new wrinkles in my skin
I ask these questions again and again
Can you see any changes in me
Is that truly my reflection I see
Who gave you the right to sit and stare
And point out my antique white hair
The things I let you see
Are just between you and me
I know you know me like a book
I always give you the first look
I'm not asking for you to tell me lies
But for once just look into my eyes
And tell me what you truly see
Or explain why you keep judging me
Do you laugh when I leave the room
Or do you hope my image will change soon
I know to you it's all a big joke
You don't understand the meaning of hope
How time keeps marching on
Leaving us to wonder where it has gone
We see the age in our face
And know that we must slow our pace
But dear mirror I must give you thanks
For not just reflecting us as blanks
We need your powers of reflection
To keep us going in the right direction
And your never afraid to say
Hey you look better that way
Even though your not always a good friend
And your only task is an image to send
I can't help but ask myself
What would we do without your help
And how hard it is to walk past
Without looking into the looking glass
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The Clock
08/02/03
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Tick tick tick...listen to the clock
Tick tick tick...listen while you rock
Listen as the seconds...become days
Is there still time...to change our ways
Let's ponder about the past
And wonder how long...time will last
Do you wonder where...the days have gone
And if life...will be short or long
Can we end our sorrow
By wishing today...was tomorrow
No...I'm afraid not
You can't run...from the clock
Time has a way...of marching on
Don't ever wish...time was gone
Time will come...and go as it pleases
And we will change...with the seasons
Sometimes we see it...in our hair
Time doesn't seem...to really care
When a new wrinkle...finds our skin
We say time...is not our friend
But I must say time...is a friend of mine
It has taught me...(I'm better) when I'm kind
Yesterday...is gone and done
Forget the bad...remember the fun
Hope for tomorrow...live for today
Don't let your time...be wasted away
Just like sands...through the hour glass
Our time will come...and our time will pass
It don't matter...if we like it or not
Our days are measured...by the clock
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Fingers And Hands
08/15/03
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When you ask for a hand...and finger
Your looking for a love...that will linger
One to be with...the rest of life
You promise not...to argue and fight
But for many...that don't happen
Before they know it...their fighting and smacking
Pointing their fingers...and waving their hands
Breaking dishes...throwing pots and pans
Cursing, belittling...and of course
Those dreaded words...divorce
And in most cases...more than not
They forget the children...they've got
Those little ones...with tiny hands
How they must suffer...over failed plans
The nightmares...that come each night
Remembering when mommy...and daddy fight
The children always...pay the price
When mommy and daddy...forget to be nice
Their little hands...and fingers shake
And their little hearts...begin to break
Just look at...the hands of a child
Those little fingers...so meek and mild
There is nothing...that means as much
As the tender feel...of a child's touch
Just watch them grip...the things they hold
It will melt your heart...and touch your soul
Even though mommy and daddy...have grown cold
Those little ones still need...hands and fingers to hold
The greatest gifts...to woman and man
A heart and soul...(a child) and fingers and hands
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These Writers Write
08/25/03 |
I was feeling depressed...couldn't think or write
So I decided to visit...my favorite poetry site
I picked my favorites...from my desktop
Purple Dream...would be my next stop
I went straight to random...to fill my need
I sat straight up...and began to read
So many poems...one after another
Took time to read The Sissy...it's about a brother
It was so true...yet so sad
I hoped the next one...would make me glad
And just like I wished...up it popped
It was one of mine...my mouth just dropped
It was my favorite...While Children Play
I wished when I wrote it...I could of thought or more to say
Clicking on the latest...to see what was new
Chapel Bells Ringing...was one of a few
World Of A Writer...was written quite well
And another Untitled...by Michelle
And not to read...It's Only A Dream
Would be distasteful...naughty and mean
Then there was...Beauty Within
I read it twice...and felt no sin
As I went traveling...down the Yellow Brick Road
I read Shadow Moon Dreams...by Ivy Rose
Reading on...I felt my heart sing
As I read the poem...The Beauty Of Spring
Made me think about...Who I Am
As I remembered the poem...Urban Breakdown
I couldn't wait to read...A Chance To Bloom
And to go back and read...Crystal Moon
While I was there...I read Embryo
And found that I had missed...Bottle Of Gold
Kept on reading till...Late At Night
I was so pleased at what..."These Writers Write"
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Flickering Flame
09/21/03
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To build a heart into a raging blaze
You must study fire, smoke, and haze
The flickering flame of a campfire can teach
As to the sky it's flame wants to reach
A fire only wants to consume
It will feed until it brings about it's doom
The flame can produce heat for a cost
For every b.t.u. that is gained another is lost
It can draw you close but you can't touch
It reminds me so much of us
The flame will always ask for a raise
It takes fuel for heat, smoke, and haze
In it's heart is only greed
You become a slave to it's need
Watching a campfire in it's firery dance
I was consumed and fell into a trance
My mind wondered and was lost in space
And my heart began to take it's place
I had to follow where it would go
Without my mind I couldn't say no
I was taken to a place where Angels dwell
And the story of my life they began to tell
I was so humbled and felt so ashame
And for my sins I had to explain
Without my mind I couldn't lie
And my heart quit beating so I could die
I had to die for my new birth
So I could do better here on earth
The fire in our heart must warm our soul
And just like a child it needs to grow
The fuel you feed it will determine how tall
And the fuel can determine how far you can fall
I read a man cannot remake himself without suffering
For he is both the marble and the sculptor
This might be true in many cases
But not after you have seen Angel's faces
For everything gained something is lost
But a saved soul is worth the cost
I now have nothing to loose and all to gain
For I found my soul in the flickering flame
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The Winds Of Change
10/07/03 |
The one thing that is inevitable, change
Allot of factors can be to blame
It's just as sure as the beginning of life
And the changing of day to night
With it usually comes an extra cost
It's like to have gained and then lost
You don't want to except it all the time
Then with another your just fine
To change and survive is only natural
Without change you become lost and fragile
We have to adapt and overcome
And face or demons and never run
Grab life by the horns so to speak
And get off our fannies and stand on our feet
Try to be a beckon and shine our light
And see if we can change our life
To change our mind it's just a thought
To change our heart a battle is fought
We don't really need this change
At least that's what we tell our brain
It can be hard to change a heart
But sometimes we all need a new start
We can't always do like the rest
Because then we will never be our best
For example I've always wanted to teach
But my greatest goal I've failed to reach
That's why I'm going back to school
I want to teach children the golden rule
And teach them to use their brain
So they'll be ready for the winds of change
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Lonely Night
10/21/03
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I watch her drive down the drive
I can't wait for tomorrow to arrive
Because then she'll be back home
And I won't feel so all alone
I'll get to hold her in my arms
And try to persuade her with my charms
I'll whisper sweet nothings in her ear
And then I'll tell her I love you dear
I'll cook her some bacon eggs and bread
She'll eat her breakfast and go to bed
But I can't join her right then
It's time for me to work again
I'll spend the day just thinking about
When we had time to fool around
I'll think about the nights when we'll be together
And get light headed and float like a feather
She sleeps all day and works all night
I very seldom get to hold her tight
As I watch her leave for work
I wail up inside and fill up with hurt
But all I can do is try to be strong
And lay down and miss her while she's gone
But tomorrow will bring a new day
And I'm taking off to romp and play
Because she'll be off for three nights
We'll be together no need for lights
It will be like a second honeymoon
Staying up all night and sleeping till noon
I'll probably need a little more rest
It takes allot to love the best
No I'm not trying to just be funny
Because I sure do have a real sweet honey
I'll tell you one saying that is not wrong
You don't really miss something till it's gone
I'm here to tell you that is right
As I lay here dreading this lonely night
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The Meaning Of Life
11/14/03 |
Sometimes we wonder which story is right
Were we created or just evolved one night
These thoughts have entered a many a mind
It's the ultimate answer we seek to find
We look to the heavens and ask why
Why were we born and why must we die
The meaning of life is the biggest question of all
We search it out without answering it's call
It's call is loud if we just listen
And answering it's call is always the mission
Following your heart throughout the day
Is sure to bring joy along your way
Mistakes will be made down each road
But we'll learn from them as you know
And we'll think about them at night
As we pray tomorrow we'll get it right
And as we lay ourselves down to sleep
We pray the lord our soul to keep
That is if we have faith in our lord
Without this faith I'm lost and bored
I might offend some but were not evolved
And the meaning of life is easily solved
The answer is God in all his glory
Created man and began the story
Because if the story wasn't right
There would be no meaning
To the meaning of life
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Lost Friend
11/14/03 |
A friend from a long time ago
I hadn't seen since I don't know
Succumb to cancer I just learned
A place in my heart she had burned
In my heart she'll always be healthy and young
A reminder of where I come from
Even though we haven't spoke in years
I'm wailed up inside and full of tears
I know that she'll be missed much
Left five children and a house full of love
She graced this world with her amazing beauty
And to remember is my honor and duty
I wish I could have seen her before she died
But most of all I wish she was still alive
I never got to tell her how I really felt
And now I will never get to tell
When and how will we find the answer
And rid the world of this horrible cancer
I have more friends with this horrific disease
I'm praying for them and begging please
Don't let anymore die this way
Just make this cancer go away
Friends and loved ones dying by the score
I don't know my heart can take much more
I write this now because of this beautiful girl
Forty two years is not enough time in this world
This is to you Vanessa Jean Housewright West
And forever until I take my last breath
I'll remember you and what time I got to spend
Being with you my long Lost Friend
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Those Years
11/25/03 |
Back through the years my mind goes wondering again
I go back to a time with blonde hair and a body thin
The seasons of youth when time had no meaning at all
And I thought I was invincible and ten feet tall
A child's paradise where life has no mortality rate
A place where a heart could never know hate
Those years seem to be another planet now
Sometimes I feel the need to get them back somehow
The fountain of youth is eluding my will
And it seems I spend more time just sitting still
Letting arthritis take a toll on my bones
And working to hard to pay off my loans
Not spending enough time at play and enjoying home
All of a sudden those years are gone
It's interesting how life seems simple and then
You wake up one day missing a friend
Time caught up with them and took them away
And you start thinking will I be called today
Wondering how I have eluded that call
I start to appreciate more the things I have saw
Then realizing that I have been so blessed
I'm able to live and get some rest
Time doesn't seem to be such an enemy then
As I remember those years with a grin
The days of youth have faded and they are gone
And the world's not the same now that I'm grown
But I wouldn't trade a day or go back a year
Because a new day of life can be so dear
If you could go back and change one thing
Who know's what heartache it could bring
The life you live can only change as you go
To change the past is impossible I know
The courage to change the things you can
And to embrace the things you can't
Is the definition of that of a saint
Which I ain't
I have lived those years and they were fun
But the future is mine until I'm done
With thoughts of the past sometimes remembered in tears
I'm afraid to trade one tomorrow for all those years
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