My Life In Word

Fool

Was I such a fool
To love a man
Who couldn’t love me back?
Or was he the fool
Who couldn’t love me
Because of his insurmountable lack?

Simona A. Brinson

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a dreamer’s paradise

Paint me skies in hues of gold
And sunsets of emerald green
Paint me a world 
With heart-shaped fishes
And rivers that brim
With hugs and kisses
Paint me dreamer's paradise
Where coconuts walk hand in hand
And jellyfish leave their prints in the sand
Paint me a world
Where Mr. and Mrs. Yeti
Take summer vacations
To get away from the snow
And the cold of Mount Evie
And meet up with Mrs. And Mr. Squatch
Who is a big baller
That loves a Rolex watch
Why sure this sounds silly
But a dreamer can dream
Of just about anything
Even skies laden with hues of gold
And sunsets of emerald green

Simona A. Brinson

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DEPRESSIVE LAMENT

If this be happiness
Then give me hell
I would rather die
Than rot
Sometimes I wonder
Would death be better
Than this dark torment

If this be happiness
Then give me hell
Cause I can no more take
The dejection and disaster
She emits
Whenever she's awake
Surely, death would be better

If this be happiness
Then give me hell
This is my depressive lament
I know that death
Would not be better
Even in this dark torment

Simona A. Brinson

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ECHOES IN MY SOUL

His voice is such pure timbre
That it awakens echoes in my soul
The whole of me trembles at the sound
And I crinkle my toes
Between us two
An electric energy flows
A physical phenomena
That continues to grow
Day by day
And year by year
Never will they tire, 
My ears
Of hearing the pure
Timbre of his voice
That awakens echoes in my soul
As if they had a choice

Simona A. Brinson

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I WILL

Tomorrow, I will rise
And greet the day with glee
I will sing a song
If only just for me
I will walk with bare feet
Just to feel the sand between my toes
I will take in the aroma of the gardenias
Even though they tickle my nose
I will lay in the grass
And watch the sparrows fly
And count the clouds
As they gingerly roll by
I will take a deep breath
So as to inhale all my God's glory
I will close my eyes
And remember when He
Showed unequivocal love
Through the death of His Son
So that I, myself may live
Oh, what a precious gift
That only The Father could give

Simona A. Brinson

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BLACK RIVER

Oh, Black River

Where do you run

As daylight fades away?

And from where

Do you return

When the sunshine greets the day?

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IN THE MEADOW

In the meadow
Beyond the fields
Where the lilies bloom
Is the place
I secret daily
To visit my future groom
We hold hands
And steal kisses
As we watch the clouds go by
I see love
And feel warm inside
When I gaze into his eyes
I have never known
A love as such
And I almost lost my will
To remain chaste
Pure and unsullied
Takes considerate skill

Simona A. Brinson

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WHEN YESTERDAY WAS LOVE

When yesterday was love 
The skies were never grey 
When yesterday was love 
Butterflies flitted throughout the day 
When yesterday was love 
I knew the softness of your kiss 
When yesterday was love 
We were one in bliss 
When yesterday was love 
Harmony filled the room 
When yesterday was love 
I didn’t know the bitterness of gloom 

Simona A. Brinson

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MY DARKNESS, MY DEMON

She is my darkness
She is my demon, too
She is with me
When I rise and when I rest
She follows me throughout the day
She is my Black Hole Sun
Every calendar day of the year
She doesn’t understand the meaning of rest
She's like a hamster in a wheel
Running with purpose in my direction
No matter the detour I may take
Come rain or shine
She's there
Patiently waiting
For the slightest fissure to appear
In hopes of making an entrance
My darkness
My demon

Simona A. Brinson

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GOING-ONS

The cheep of a cardinal
And a Carolina wren's call
I wouldn’t hear these sounds
If behind 4 walls
I wouldn’t know the feel
Of sun-kissed brown skin
Or the flavor of the breeze
That is carried on the wind
If I stay locked behind
The 4 walls of this house
How would I ever know
The going-ons of the field mouse
Who stays busy
Doing this and that
I would have never seen
The figure eight pattern of the local bats
As they fulfill their nightly duty
As resident pest control
Or see the tunnel pattern
Of that pesky old mole
If I stayed stuck behind 4 walls
I'd never know these things
Perhaps, I wouldn’t even know
If grass were truly green

Simona A. Brinson

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