This delusion in my head Is gonna bring me to my knees No matter how I try I can't seem to break free From the ties that bind me Morning, noon and night My mind is constricted Boa constrictor tight Simona A. Brinson
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My soul yearns for yours Morning, noon and night I fear my soul may flee And take flight To join with yours In the heavens above In the celestial realm Where light and love Exist as one In space and time Where I am yours And you are mine If only for a fleeting moment Our hearts connect It would be a moment Without regret Because I will have known Love for the first time When I became yours And you became mine Simona A. Brinson
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My soul you cannot have But you'll always be in my heart No matter the days Or years apart You are my first love But you won't be my last Not a part of my future Cause you're a piece of my past Simona A. Brinson
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Guard your heart, you fool! Don’t just dive in To a shallow pool Of convolution And words polluted With meaningless phrases Of sweet nothings and lies Cause it's all just a guise Falsified and corrupt Sharp and abrupt Don’t be sucked into the Deep darkness Of deceit Cause you'll be the one Left holding the receipt And he will have moved on To the next unwitting fool Who dove into The shallow end of the pool Simona A. Brinson
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I would have Had you asked Walked to the ends of The world with you But you never asked Cause you didn’t have a clue How to nurture love So, it never grew It never felt the sun Or glimpsed the skies of blue Unlike marigolds It was never kissed by dew Or heard the tenderness Of a kitten's mew It never saw a sunrise Or a sunset's hue I'll break this down Into words of few Love was never meant Between us two Simona A. Brinson
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There is just no loving A broken man Try as you will You never can A broken man Has lost his dreams They have drifted away On the abysmal stream Of the lost and battered The neglected and used A broken man Is shattered and bruised From a life unlived Unknown to love He's been pushed around And beaten and shoved So, try as you will But never can There is just no loving A broken man Simona A. Brinson
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At the Lazy Flamingo With pen in one hand And steamed gulf shrimp in the other On the Isle of Captiva Soft salty breeze blowing Words flowing My thoughts adrift On the waters of Mexico's Gulf Where will they go Who could know Maybe some far distant shore Or maybe they'll be caught In a fisher's net Only to wind up Back at the Lazy Flamingo As tomorrow's catch of the day Simona A. Brinson
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In you
I was afraid of losing me
Losing me in
The shallows of your blues
Losing me in
The baby-powder softness of your skin
Losing me in
The southern cadence of your speech
Losing me in
The velveteen of your touch
Losing me in
The sweet nothings that fell from your lips
I am not the girl
I used to be
I am a woman now
A bit weathered and worn
But wiser than my youth
I know better now
Than to fall for the guise
Behind the shallows of your blues
Where deceit and turmoil lie
I know all too well
How faux-powered soft skin
And a velveteen touch
Can turn abrasive over time
And how the cadence of speech
Can turn harsh and abrupt
Disturbing the flow of my peace
I know that sweet nothings
Are just that…
Nothings
Empty words surrounded by dead air
No, I will not lose myself in you
I will leave that to
The young and naïve
To the young and restless
To the desperately despaired
Because I am a woman now
A bit weathered and worn
But wiser than my youth
Farewell
Simona A. Brinson
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O God, thou art our guiding light,
In darkest hours, thy presence bright.
Thou art the rock on which we stand,
A refuge strong, at thy command.
Thy love, a river, ever flows,
Through valleys low, and mountain snows.
Thy mercy, like the morning dew,
Renews our souls, our faith to renew.
In times of trial, we seek thy grace,
To lift us up, to find our place.
Thou art our shield, our strength, our song,
In thee, O God, we do belong.
With grateful hearts, we lift our praise,
For all thy wonders, all our days.
Forevermore, thy name we bless,
Our God, our guide, in righteousness.
Simona A. Brinson
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In Bethlehem's fields, a shepherd's song,
Young David's spirit, brave and strong.
Anointed king, by prophet's hand,
His destiny woven, in God's command.
With sling and stone, he faced the foe,
Goliath's challenge, fear did not know.
A shepherd's heart, yet warrior's might,
In God's name, he stood to fight.
From the court of Saul to his own reign,
David's saga, a turbulent refrain.
A man of passion, flawed and true,
His triumphs grand, his sins not few.
In psalms of praise, his voice did soar,
A poet's heart, forevermore.
Yet amidst the glory, shadows lie,
A king who wept, who dared to cry.
His love for Jonathan, pure and deep,
In bonds of friendship, secrets keep.
Bathsheba's beauty, a fatal lure,
A tale of lust, of sin obscure.
Through triumph and trial, his faith did soar,
In God's embrace, forevermore.
King David's legacy, a complex tale,
Of human frailty, and love's prevail.
In Jerusalem's halls, his memory endures,
A shepherd king, whose tale inspires.
Simona A. Brinson
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