Braden's Poetry

Seeing it from a different perspective
The longest prolonging steadfast denial
To be liberated and so selective
Anything to antagonize my inner child
That liked to control
A defect in my personality
A distancing of the soul
To have a lose sense of reality

Chief in my concern then
Seemed to focus on justification
After the dreams blew away into the breeze
I became more of an entity than a son
To my father who was on a lonely deathbed
I wrote letters to my lover
Who was in a prison waters to forever tread
I became a book with no cover

Sad times claimed the achievements
Setbacks and holdups haunted many fates
If I was told a secret, I would believe it
And figure out how it relates
Music was played in the declining masses
Heard by all who lived in shanties
I had only one wish; they granted only threes

I believed in the one King
But was never lead by the piper
My life's adventure, the main thing
Without any sin, I would be a lifer
Get out my holy war pride
Tell me of the fire that's heating up in Hell
I guess I can never take a side
With either choice - you live under their spell
With me, that just doesn't sell

Soul searching on the planet of dreams
There never seems to be any real ones any more
Soul drifting through the pleasure streams
Until we've all forgotten what we were searching for

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