Poetry

The Child
The Child inside me wants to scream,                                                                                                                   
From being hidden so long, nothing is what it seems
The Child wants to be free
Jumping up and down on a school desk,
Marking all over the walls, making a huge mess
The child needs more fun then what it gets
The world deprives you of a lot that you are
Hiding your spontaneity, pushing you to far
Being told how to act and what to say each day,
Not enough time to play
The child in me wants to question reality,
Find out why things are the way they are
The child still likes to play make believe,
Pretending there is no traffic, no taxes, no bills, only happiness to receive
The child wants to fly like Superman,
Above the world and all it’s disarray
The child wants to run through grass fields,
Letting the wind blow in his face, feeling  free, sliding down hills   
The child inside feeds on imagination and risk
Why does the world often take away your bliss?
The child doesn’t care about grades or attendance or being at work on time
Sleeping until noon would be just fine
The child wants to have his way,
To be the center of attention each day
The child is in pain and wants to create his own utopia,
Where there are fairies and fresh squeezed lemonade, no war
Never anytime to be bored,
Always a new book to have read to you, or time to play with the dog
Maybe catch fireflies in the misty fog,
If I only could be that child, my woes would vanish and I would freely live again
For feeling happy and joyful should not just be pretend. 
~BJT                                                                        

 

For the Night
       You Love to play and manipulate me,
Blinded by the darkness surrounding what I see
My glowing eyes are my only guide through the night,
Beneath them an emotional war my body fights
You know my deepest fears, as you the night laugh and Jeer
With your dark shadows that encase the earth,
You knew me well right from my birth
You have been and will always be
With your lovely arms holding on to me,
But you night are not afraid to be seen,
For you are only scared of sunshine beams,
And although I love the meaning you possess
I need the day to help me progress
You are here when I need to be concealed
For you are perfect and strong-willed.

~BJT

The Tree
Standing in one place,
Bending with the wind
Arms outstretched but no one cares,
Like the branches that give off life
The oxygen we breath,
Yet no one notices the tree
People are supposed to be,
Beautiful, light and free
The very essence of the tree,
Rooted in the their life, Suppose to stand up tall
The tree that is weak , Becomes useless and has to fall,
People change who they are
Like the trees leaves that change each fall,
Vibrant, with many colorful hues
Just the way people do,
A trees bark, soft or hard
The human spirit that can become deranged,
from hurt or rage
Hard to the touch or soft and sweet,
How beautiful a tree can be
The amazement and awe it can bring
A person can be the same, rich, poor, or have a claim to fame
Everywhere there is a tree, new ones grow each day,
Babies born and grow so fast
Rooted on the earth,
The spirit of the tree
The bark may break and limbs grow old,
The stories that can be told
The elderly always have a story to tell about what they have weathered,
Sometimes it’s been hell
People are the reflection of the tree,
Full of life that can be cut apart
Ripping, thrashing their mortal heart,
Or they could live long and strong
With wrinkles, like lifelines that come with age,
unfortunately, someday, everyone turns the page  
So live now happily and free, stretch out your branches for all the world to See.
~BJT
 
When Angels Sing
 
The Angels know the way to the heart is Joy,
Always able to help heal what has been destroyed
The Angels always have a Song,
They rejoice even when they are alone
Angels are everywhere
But not all are seen,
Sometimes they visit us in our dreams
The Angels watch over us from above,
Forever enveloping us with their undying Love,
The Angels smile upon us Everyday
Waiting for us to slow our frantic pace,
They want us to be Happy
And full of glee
No worries or concerns, you see
The Angels want for us peace, for our sadness to cease
The Angels want all our wishes to be fulfilled
For our wounded Emotions to be healed
The Angels want us to call their name,
When we are scared, hurt or in pain
For some of them once walked the earth to
So they understand what it means to feel Blue
They are always around and can be called by name,
For our Spirit and theirs are one in the same
So open your heart,
Laugh, rejoice, be playful and full of Joy
Like a child playing with a simple Toy
For playfulness opens the heart and releases the pain
Like dancing in the Rain
For when we are happy, the Angels look down and smile and Sing
Rejoicing we opened our own Angel Wings.
~BJT

One response to “Poetry

  1. What beauty you create in this world Brad!

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