Tag Archives: Philip Brent
Bloviated Gas
Good for everyone, everyone should say Except a group who hates one over there While, that group hates another, they say Good religious people taught to love, care Easy to imagine they only learned to hate Church shootings, beheadings, massacres So I don’t want to travel anywhere of late Due to fearful, old, white men, […]
We’ll Never Know
Could it be The time has come To turn away From danger False gods Snake oil sellers Dream purveyors Tall, dark strangers Offering magic Beans and rhymes Promising the moon Without regard Bartering shares Mythic bridges Unicorns and War porn, sex Pain and death Your last breath Inhale, but Never let it Get out Look […]
Of Course
Why, of course, it cost a lot It cannot be any good, if not Do you really believe this true Just a bill of goods sold to you Would you matter either way Would it matter any given day It cannot matter that I can see You know it never comes free Except what you […]
Make It So
Every day is a day to make new stories. Our own, the stories we alone can tell. Every day the stories we tell ourselves and others have the potential to change how we see the world, to change the world. You don’t believe me, do you, about your story? It’s true, but we must make […]
Disquieting
I speak my disquiet to the concrete and the glass To every other person which, on the lane, I pass Tell it to the trees, the birds, every blade of grass Adults so rarely listen that I tell each lad and lass Nothing comes from my dismal, despairing cries Torrents of bombs and bullets fall […]
Another Name for Heaven
Fast we live And fast we fly Fast is how we die Slow we move And slow we love Earth as heaven above
Day or Night
What if the man you just saw parking a fancy car Felt perpetually exhausted and always under par Would you continue to covet his pricey, shiny ride If you always had to suffer the way he feels inside What good’s what got him the swanky car you see If every day steals his health, body […]
That’s the Rub
There is oh so much you can fit Within but a few choice words Brevity, it’s said, the soul of wit So say less, if you will be heard If your thoughts do run longer Better when carefully set down If not, they’ll likely be wronger Feet in mouth; you’re a clown Bombast bloating into […]
Because
Because I’m told I have opinions, I must. Though I don’t believe they are the opinions I’m told I must have. They believe I must be interested in politics. I am, and I have preferences of who I want in power, to win in upcoming elections. Still, no matter who gets elected, to a certain […]
Believing Not Leaving
Wonder why with all my time spent breathing Why, when I walk uphill, my chest is heaving Hope none will considers my casket wreathing Believing my heaving means I am soon leaving
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