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Home,
Home is where you let it grow.
Where the roots buried within
Burst..
And cometh clinging, wild tendrils; holding to support the anew.
Home can be freezing, but you'll never know the cold.
In the loving embrace of acceptance.
~by Andrew Kelly @broken-brain-syndrome
Warrior of Pen
How much emotion can pour and fill the
empty void which sits before your eyes?
A void so vast you could fit all the lakes and rivers,
oceans and their sands.
still it be empty
still it be void
raw but pure, submit thyself.
Warrior of Pen, thy enemy is paper
when the battle ends, the void filled.
ink scars with a tale to tell
and thy empty enemy, felled.
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By Andrew Kelly(AKE)2021
Picnic in Bedlam:
The
Joy,
Suddenly,
Bang...
The
Infinite
Second,
Those
Eyes,
Fear...
Why?
Stillness,
Stone.
Serenity,
Flocked
By
Bedlam.
~by Andrew Kelly @broken-brain-syndrome
Berserk inspired poetry of sorts ;)
I hold...
I hold you... You are my dream. My ambition.
I hardly ever questioned why or when I swung my sword, why I was addicted to the bloodshed... and when I did... The answer was simple. It was my purpose. I liked it. I enjoyed it. I loved it! Now as I reflect on those times, I've come to realize. It was you... in those moments of doubt. In the fleeting moments where I questioned my very existence. It was you.. You pushed me. You gave me the reason to protect, to serve. It wasn't him and his dreams... his castle on the hill. No. It was you.
Those feeling I wanted to be stripped of so many years ago on the battlefield, all of those things I lost to him. Comrades. Family... love. It's been here...with you. All of the blood. All of the pain. It was to protect you. To hold you, like I did all of those years ago.
I hold you... You are my dream. My ambition.
Love? In love?
No. Your words, are what is beauty.
The construct & make up that builds them...
Is marvelous, yes.
Sure, you have pretty eyes.
With hair to make summer jealous.
But I've fallen for the inner workings beyond face.
And no touch could live up to what is in mind.
The tears of the universe couldn't compare or comfort this hurt. Imagine, Silence. Emptiness. Darkness. All around one flame that ignites the path. Now swallowed, left is nothing. Traveling with no direction, talking with no language. Stasis... solitude. All while being live action...
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By Andrew Kelly(AKE)2021
If five made one, is one still lonely?
Don't we all hope for a place where the lovely & twisted can hug the broken, ensuring they don't fall apart... Where the soft can be cushioned by the hard....
Rot walking hand'n hand with pretty things, both being renewed in the flower of life. Is that possible or imagination? Delusions of a intoxicated mind? Rambling madness...?
If that, than the truth is just sad.
Andrew Kelly(AKE)2021
Broken-Brain-Syndrome
My soul will always remember an ember that became a fire then turned into a phoenix in November
