How rapidly all our days wing away No matter how we measure time, its sway In the cosmic scale, our time is less than not We’ll be gone before we know what we’ve got See more of my creative offerings at: Philip Brent Digital Art Brent Harris Fine Art The Extra Mile Art, shirts and […]
All of us Pawns In a world Full of Sound and Fury With overtones Undertones Key changes Abrupt screams Staccato bullets Muffled by Frail flesh Silenced forever Leaving Rivulets red Brains, gore, guts Belying any Intelligence Fellow feeling Promoting Hatred Shouted at us Until We go mad Forget The tragedy Is not Intolerance Paranoia Fear […]
We will have a blast Until our blasted last Or so we will pretend Until our sorry end See more of my creative offerings at: Philip Brent Digital Art Brent Harris Fine Art Vida Voices The Extra Mile Art, shirts and other gift items Scriggler TPM Niume
It’s never just soldiers who fight and die For causes they are told are true and just In boardrooms, by strangers sleek and sly Who these deaths profit, so die they must We ignore truth, as mothers’ tears glisten Teen blood oils gears of the war machine With thunder, screams, too awful to listen Future […]
Hello, Friends and Followers I am pleased to announce that my initial Philip Brent SIGNATURE COLLECTION of scarves, women’s tops and accessories is now available. Order any of the beautiful designs in my VIDA VOICES COLLECTION , where VIDA, a different model of an ecommerce fashion company, joins artists and makers worldwide, to bring our […]
What balancing act Magician’s sleight of hand Do we use To simply live Make our lives Feel grand Who do we fool Do you suppose Ourselves Others No one Do we merely Pretend The emperor Has clothes Long before The cheat Is pointed out
If I knew I was dying What would I say About me To you Who knew me Best, better Perhaps Than I know Myself Still I have secrets We all Have secrets What will I say About my life Plans, hopes, dreams Some realized In unexpected ways Should I tell What really happened All of […]
Does the human voice Beautiful, resonant Moving, harsh Croaking, damaged Call to us Bring to us Wisdom, stories We cannot imagine Make-up ourselves Neither exact Nor strictly accurate But more true Than reality itself
I’m turning over words and phrases Like flipping a random deck of cards I am finding only deuces and treyses Seeking wholeness, but finding shards Searching for an ace or king or queen My chance to take the winning trick Not reality, reflection, but in between Cards upon a table; everything clicks Like magic: practiced […]
Who could predict that it would rain On the day I met you, that one time With newspapers held over my head So you would kindly offered to share Your umbrella, with its Caillbotte art It might have been Monet’s waterlilies I don’t quite remember, except we ran Under the awning; we talked, rain fell […]
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