Wistful turns
And hopeful hearts
Are what we
Seem to question the most.
Trustful thoughts
And baseless changes
Are the ones we dread
No hope.
Ever so ever will we know
That some Good reigns
And always... – by Tallis Browne | 3 Views added 9 months ago
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Look into your own eyes
Black Boy Fly.
You belong patient child
Guilty of no pain.
Slighted by pressures
Fated in your name.
You will chase the narrow
Overtake the hills
To your cliffs edge.
Holding on with branched hands... – by Tallis Browne | 3 Views added 9 months ago
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Something to behold
That great golden bloom that
Chugs on forever like the country train...
Slowly, with industrious might,
Churning to the big town.
Where the
Air turns in tension, like the swing of an axe.
Chopping down what anger... – by Tallis Browne | 2 Views added 9 months ago
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What we do Isn’t for the cameras and lights,
It’s not for entertainment nor commercial purposes,
it’s for life,
the hopeful peace that the sun will rise and waves will crash.
Who we are is a challenge that truly only the mighty can bear,
... – by Tallis Browne | 4 Views added 9 months ago
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Acts of right are often optional,
Much like Raptures and Revivals.
The cheered for things that closure only brings. But as days turn into revolutions and the like. Options reshape superfluous thought into Sovereign and pragmatic will to climb... – by Tallis Browne | 1 View added 9 months ago
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The wraith of a plain old Wednesday
Floats oh so glum over
our lovely swamp on a hill,
the tireless and petrified L words
Struck to their knees with fogged bags over their heads
Behind them America runs in with
The swagger of a... – by Tallis Browne | 2 Views added 9 months ago
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The blood counts.
Not the Time,
Seconds, hours and the like
Don’t matter to blood.
The blood counts the mass,
The spirit and the other primordial ingredients.
The spark and life
It all counts.
Up and up
Outward towards
Systems we know
And... – by Tallis Browne | 3 Views added 9 months ago
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A mans pain
It’s all the same,
His heart does rumble
Like torrent rain.
But no tears flow,
And no doves sing.
For our said hollow... – by Tallis Browne | 1 View added 9 months ago
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My Hot take,
Lays in your Angel’s kiss eyes,
the last page of hope that quietly lies
On the fabric of all
Form that sits true,
In the quiet hopes
Of stars that burn... – by Tallis Browne | 3 Views added 9 months ago
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As revolutions pass,
The lame and unattended
Lay littered in coves
Coated with the rot of
Material and Wealth
Huddled for a last
Grasping of what may have been...
What then is the will of those who look down?
Not from the Pinnacles... – by Tallis Browne | 6 Views added 9 months ago
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