kevin browne

A Dream Is Lost.

A dream is lost somewhere troubling with the thought of growing up
A towel is thrown over the conclusion for fear of it being lost again
Excuses developing into the language that sat on its ass
Sahara Heat covered the soul because light was never shown
Somewhere somehow and if you walk along a lonely life
Despair sets into concrete foundations which crumble under thinking
Lifting suspicions seals the deal of what it was we never had
That with a hand which revolts into waving supreme goodbye
Compulsions thriving on the mind turning things wildly 
Carrying across the invitation over towards the doors of extinction
Loving the ideology of which we choose to turn on religion
Keeping hold of yourself and having the faith which works
Because when losing faith you notice your losing yourself too 
Sharing passions and partners for a free for all with wisdom
Of which that holds everything inside you ever wanted
Believing in something that you can't even see turns up
And another time corrupted itself when it was always late
For surviving, the drowning of a thousand men didn't work out
Cutting the edge of life and replacing it with a new philosophy
Treatment in torture rooms filled with all the hope you can
Existing in a home tightly built under a moonlight ultra light
And the microscope came into sight to see the right things
The world we lived in disappeared beyond all the darkness needed
To in lifting out the mess which tangles with the vision of life
Gaining the exquisite way forward when people say there is no change
And in making it last forever whenever the realm arrives to help
Supporting the locals in shopping for more of a thrashing calmness
Then as a poet would say something like "everything will be alright"
When a death took place the feeling ripped out the heart slowly
Grieving for sadness to leave alone the temptation of all sins
In returning home with the affection a mother would caress
Lending that helping hand when a poet would always offer two
Those words are used in meaning of something that explains
Revealing who the master is in this literature field of golden letters
Spotted by the difference in any manner of conversation
Truth is hurting too and beggars the belief it will ever return
These teardrops in my eyes are causing the weeping to subside
Leaving behind the legacy of someone who you never really knew
Kissing the mind of God for it is we who he will trust and think of
A sickness coming from a place that was reasonably comfortable
A love in the knowledge of feeling secure, relaxed but burnt
Many a damned soul sailed with a late penalty in the 74 cup
Fishing in the lake where we can live it up like Indian fire
When we give it out and give some more with no questions asked
Stunned that the writings of yesterday appear to be burning up
Entailed for the desire to be set up in the relevance of us breathing
Mathematically worked out the distance to reward a political place
When the palaces are filled with the emptiness of bright lights
The attraction is too great a crime because everything is unreal
Trying for your own self to flare up and show some style
History contains the honesty of making millions of wrongs and rights
Left there to boil up the remembrances of what there is left to think about
Stating a case about nothing that I ever write was needed
As a fledgeling flies the nest I sit down to watch it
There are no ifs or a why when we have the key to unlock us all

Comments5

  • FredPeyer

    Kevin, I did read every line (do I get a star?), and I just hope nobody ever has to learn to recite your poem by heart!
    But know what? It was worth reading. I guess you could have written a two-liner with the first and last lines, but then we would have missed out on a lot of great words and ideas.

    • kevin browne

      you are a star anyway so forget about getting one. but yeah., you deserve some kind of reward so thanks to you for reading. I can never remember anything I write. such a disgrace and I am unaware of how many people do have a responsible memory or if they don't.

    • Nicholas Browning

      Palaces filled with emptiness of bright lights. Best line. Good stuff, keep it up.

      • kevin browne

        opens the imagination a little I guess. thank you and I will try.

      • onepauly

        great long poem. do these words just come to you? you probably edit them too. in my poetry they come to me. but I must prepare for their visit.i also have two big garbage bags full of scraps of paper, my poetry in the making of. the words do come to me so I write them. but after i must erase and add and subtract and correct, make them readable. I'm 62 now and I've still got the scraps of in the making of. i saved all these pieces of scraps since i was 25. i lived in quite a few places. and carried them with me. for a rainy day. when i can look them over. just for the fun of it. just to see how i fixed my poetry. so they could be readable. comment so i can see if i did a good job. you, yourself are a special poet. i never saw anything that looks like your poems. so you are unique in your own way. i still don't see how you do it they are so good. and they have their own meaning. onepauly

        • kevin browne

          it appears you are a sincere gentleman and I respect that. well. when I write what I write I have something always boiling up inside me ready to evolve. each poem I write takes about 15 minutes and I very rarely need to change or edit everything I write. when a thought comes out the end of my pen I just let it flow as naturally as I can without having to think too much. thank you for realising a unique poet in me, that means a lot. I try to fill in everything I can and with as many 'unique' words and sentences which have never been read before.I like to give a poem everything it deserves. being a freestyle verse writer gives me the freedom do whatever I wish so as you can see with the end result of this piece its pretty deep, interesting and unique. hope this helps you, my friend.

          • onepauly

            hope you are doing well. I don't forget you have problems. did you know my brother was on air force one. you can see him outside the door at the top of the stairs. standing there and waving just like the president. and they invited him in and let him sit in the captains seat. and they gave him a complimentary cup of coffee. this is the truth. when I first heard it I didn't believe it. I got pictures. he had a daughter in the air force. she retired at age 37. isn't that something. she put in her 20 years. standing right outside the doorway like that. he's 71 years old. I mean right there on the presidents plane. I mean what are the odds for something like that. I don't know about you but this is a big thing to me. also about me, I got sick about a month and a half ago. something happened to my stomach. low below. I started to feel dizzy. so I got out of my bed to go to the toilet. I got to the bathroom but didn't make the toilet. I dropped to the floor. I guess I was in a state of shock. on the floor my bowels let go. it was going all over the floor. guess what it was? one small lump of poop. the rest was blood. I lay there for awhile. when I got a little strength I crawled into the bathtub to clean myself. I did not clean the floor. I made it back to my bed and lied down. after a while I had to pee. so I got up slow. I could pee. but I could not stand there long enough so there was a little more pee in my bladder I made it back to my bed. I was going back and forth bathroom bed. that was the routine. I could not stand at the toilet for more then 30 seconds. it went on like this for three days. then I finaly called my brother one morning, I said Donald you got to take me to the hospital and to get here fast. when they wheeled me into the emergency room. it was my blood. the doctor told me I was down two quarts of it. I shit two quarts of blood. they kept me there for four days. and they had to give me a transfusion. then they put a catheter in me to pee. I didn't need it. they thought I couldn't pee. but it was in a public place. and I have a hard time peeing in a public place. well I'm better now. that was a true story. and I had to tell somebody. I've got to take a lot of pills for my illnesses. I try to use them wisely. I even mark the time
            when I take them. I'm always alone but I don't mind it that much. I can get into a good story without being interrupted. I know it and you know it theres a lot of bad people out their. I stay in my castle almost all the time. even here I don't feel completely safe. when your alone you are vulnerable. o.k.ill keep posting my poems all you have to do is enjoy them. I look for yours all the time but theres no deadline. o.k?HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! LOL LOL PEACE BE WITH YOU. onepauly

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          • malubotelho

            I've read this only once and liked many words and parts of it. I think I could use your writing to be a study for more poems. You do have a lot of content. Thanks for sharing.

            • kevin browne

              I feel humbled my friend. what a wonderful idea and of course I would like to read whatever you write from it. I believe your imagination to be quite stunning so go do some more of your stunning work and come up with a great idea as you always accomplish.

              • malubotelho

                Don't be too excited because it will not be tomorrow. But I will copy and study it and others. And probably when you are no longer waiting we come up with something. Thank you

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              • ron parrish aka wordman

                words of wisdom my friend,loved it,i am a drywall contractor

                • kevin browne

                  2 similarities then. thank you for your comment.



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