Ronald Brissette Poems

A tear seeps endlessly through all those forgotten days
Crying out to be heard as it oozes on it way

My ear hear only now-I cannot spare time
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Endless waves beat against the rocky shore
Painting the shore line with effervescent foam
Misty cold, creeping waves, lunging endlessly forward
Never ending and never left alone.
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Introduction to

“The Black”
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Introduction to

The Black Part II
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Introduction to the Black part III

All will return to the point of origin no matter from which it came. Everything has a beginning and an ending according to the blue ball walkers-all but one, the creator of the All that which is Black.
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Break loose the river of life
Let me see past the lonely yesterdays.
I am drowning in my tears
But yet-I thirst for love
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A dream is a patch work of events
Can be from the now, future, and past tents.
A stitching together of images that makes no sense
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My hand in your hand
Your warmth so grand
I give a gentle squeeze
Are you pleased?
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A car runs me over at a very young age
No one cared as I walked away
I found comfort in my bunk bed
I cried and cried I thought I was dead.
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It was a cold winter night.
All was deadly still.
My guts so tight
I must kill!
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