Fire |
We spent all night around the fire.
Talking, laughing, smoking, drinking,
Until the flames retreated into orange glowing,
Embers and black ash.
The intense heat on our shins and leg hairs,
Slowly subs...
Posted by Braden Thomas on Tue, 06 May 2008 01:11:00 PST |
Only the Dead |
Only the dead know,
Where their souls go,
When their bodies die,
And the weeds grow,
Over the corner plot in,
Saint John the Baptist,
Byzantine Catholic Cemetery.
Only the dead know,
Where thei...
Posted by Braden Thomas on Tue, 06 May 2008 01:10:00 PST |
I know that you Know |
I know that you know what I am thinking about.
We all know.
You were thinking about it when you'd lie awake at night, restless.
Legs twitching, tossing, turning,
Pondering,
Staring blankly at...
Posted by Braden Thomas on Tue, 06 May 2008 01:07:00 PST |
With Glory, oh, Sweet Pittsburgh |
The day the steel in our city shined,
the clouds were cast and silver lined,
stories stacked like vertebrates of a spine,
her backbone caught my eye.
The day the skies gave us Hell,
from thunder cl...
Posted by Braden Thomas on Tue, 06 May 2008 12:30:00 PST |
Eyes Wide Open |
eyes wide open, after being shut,
the morning came, like it always does,
I never meant to hurt you.
I heard a noise, but I'm not sure what,
I raised my hand, to touch my gut,
because the pain ...
Posted by Braden Thomas on Tue, 06 May 2008 12:28:00 PST |
"In Sleep" explanation |
My poem consists of three separate parts and is meant to convey the basic principles of Taoism and "Eastern" thought. I attempt to do this through my own studies into the literary works of Alle...
Posted by Braden Thomas on Tue, 06 May 2008 12:25:00 PST |
In Sleep |
I. In Sleep
In sleep,
I wake in silence,
To a grey green sea of endless trees,
Salubrious effects of the cool air;
As I breathe deep the calming breeze,
And there before my eyes,
A serene power ...
Posted by Braden Thomas on Tue, 06 May 2008 12:21:00 PST |
Humbled Hands |
Humble hands make modest money,
Like lovers' lips kiss; eyes closed kindly,
With eyes aligned in astral autonomy,
Speak soft and talk with brevity.
Two humbled handsboth rough to touch,
With rosy c...
Posted by Braden Thomas on Tue, 06 May 2008 12:18:00 PST |
welcome. |
dearest ladies and gents,
As an aspiring musician and master of the recording arts, I have decided to recreate a part of myself via the inter-web. The music (We Watch Movies Movies of Our Dreams) was ...
Posted by Braden Thomas on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 06:55:00 PST |
