One Day I Will Die

Live your life

One day I will die.

No reason for tears in those eyes.

I will not live in denial.

I will live my life with a smile.

Come have a drink with me.

Lets have fun and make a scene

while the music plays

and we twist and sway.

One day I will die.

Why should I try to lie?

So let me just live this life.

Enjoy the day and the night.

Join me in a toast,

and travel to the Gold Coast.

See the lands of our ancestors,

before drinking out in Manchester.

One day I will die.

No need for me to be shy.

Only just, please don’t judge me.

You can just let me be,

or even, you can come along

and sing with me, a beautiful song

while we smoke some good weed,

before this living, we concede.

©2017 Taihair Brown

Walk This World Alone

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I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

A man with no place to call his home.

I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

The soundtrack, a soft and lonely saxophone. .

I am not afraid to walk this world alone—

to explore what, to me, is the unknown.

I’m am not afraid to walk this world alone,

when everyone else has left me on my own.

 

©Taihair Brown 2017

depression

Darkness is more than the absence of light.

It’s a feeling of emptiness in oneself.

Words get caught in your throat,

leaving you unable to communicate the pain.

 

Darkness doesn’t come from the closing of eyes.

It’s not your inability to see that is lacking,

but what the world doesn’t see within you—

That invisible pain without an outward appearance.

 

Darkness is not the mere absence of windows

and there is no way to peer into someone’s soul.

No one can see the internal struggle you face.

All they see is the smile that masks that pain.

 

Darkness is not an appearance that one can see.

What your eyes do not witness can hurt worse—

Worse than any physical wound inflicted upon you.

Depression; the silent killer of the mind, body and soul.

Copyright © 2017 Taihair Brown

Bouquet of the Heart

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Find myself working for your love.

Giving this from my very soul.

To you, this gift will find its mark—

A love bouquet made of the heart.

 

For you, I would give up the world.

For you, I’d slay any dragon.

What I have in this very cart—

A love bouquet made of the heart.

 

Just to say I’d do anything,

I’d go to the biggest extremes.

This gift, please do not tear apart—

A love bouquet made of the heart.

Happy To Be Here

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I took my last breath, grasping for air.

Waking in a cold sweat, crying.

A recurring nightmare that returned—

One I thought I was long done with.

 

I try to run, but my legs wont work.

I try and scream, but my mouth…

My thoughts escape my mental,

replaced with fear and terror.

 

Death stalks me when I’m not awake.

They tell me that God has my back.

But I feel like I walk with the devil.

Yet my grandmother calls me an Angel.

 

If Angels once walked heaven,

before being cast out to hell—

Does that mean I am a forsaken son?

That would explain so many lows.

 

That knife that pierced through my flesh

when death came for me while I was awake.

A lonely bus stop mattress that left me cold

and my only company being the night sky.

 

When my health failed and stole love—

Or really, love left me to cry alone.

Death peaked in on me again,

reminding me that he was just a call away.

 

If they say that the devil loses,

then I must be the King of Hell.

More losses than a Cleveland team

and left with no more tears to share.

 

But I think of friends who didn’t make it.

Friend’s missing bothers, fathers and mothers.

A dear friend who died alone,

taking away the celebration of Christmas.

 

How can I bring in the holidays with her gone?

Walk down the street with his bloodstain?

Comfort them and convince them to live,

when the reason they’re alive is no longer here?

 

I remember every word they ever told me.

The strength that they gave me.

The prayers they gave, even if I don’t pray.

The ones who never gave up on me.

 

Knowing that life is just too short.

Though the ups and down,

through the sorrow and tears,

I am truly just happy to be here.

Don’t Shoot

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Dancing to the Devil under Gods sun.
Officer, please answer my cries and pleas.
No one will mourn for me is what they’ll think.
Terrified because you have a gun in my face.

Shaking, not because I’m a threat, but because of the threat.
How many tears must I shed before you notice my fear?
Officer, I just want to go home to my kids and kiss them goodnight.
Open your eyes and see my humanity, please.
Tell my family that I love them…
Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

Mythical Love

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If I walk amongst giants,

fly with the fairies,

and dance with the satyr,

would I grow fins

to swim with mermaids

or walk with the gods;

Wrestling the Minotaur

within Cyclops blind spot,

before the arguing Graeae,

to reach mythical proportions

like Jason or Achilles,

so shall I be worthy—

Proven like Heracles deeds,

To earn your love?

 

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown