Poems / Stories by Brian Brigham, Swedish This will be the first time I have let others besides my close friends read my poetry... Please let me know what you think about my poems... SHADOWS OF THE PAST DOWN THE HALL ROUND AND ROUND EMBODIED EVERMORE SCREAMING MOVING ON - A NEW (to my best friend Rodney Mitchell Baldwin) Fire Spirits DEATH'S BIRTH SITTING ALONE BABY BOY ME HOME SHADOWS OF THE PAST Clouded memories now control the life that has become reality Memories of pain and sorrow Shadows of the past now followed by tomorrows Tears now replace the fake smiles Thoughts of everlasting life now replace the dreams of tomorrow Repent to save the soul Bury the body deep to cover the sins No happiness left within Time to become one with God To be welcomed into his arms Life, a voyage with no map Memories are the thoughts of yesterday, relived today Take the heart and hold it dear Wops, no one there to catch the tears Pain and sorrow now pave the way For a life of broken tomorrows The days become darker Trying to find faith for all the tomorrows Hidden in a crowd of happy faces Can't you see the fake smiles Like a dog whistle that can't be seen The fake smiles can't be seen Hidden deep inside the body The soul is all that will remain Shadows of the past Not followed by... Coyright 1999 by Brian Marx Brigham DOWN THE HALL Walking down the hall Filled with thoughts of through it all Sadness has filled the air Who will ever care A beautiful heart is there for all to see The soul now awaits a cry from the mind Permission will be granted When no more questions can be answered The hopeless heart no awaits it's destiny A frown is there for all to see The end is there for thee Regardless of the fear's Serve in heaven, rule in hell Choose an alter or a thrown The commandment are the laws of man Now eat the fruit of knowledge Unto no one alone Relax the body Let the soul slip away Saying goodbye to all the terrible yesterdays Time to circumcise the heart Remove the sinful flesh The body will no longer intrap the soul The soul soaring free Like an eagle in beautiful flight Thats what will remain for all to see The flesh buryed deep With earth all around Surrounded by the sounds of tears hitting the ground A stone is there for all to see From birth to rest is what it reads As the soul slips away The final thought of the day is Through it all we can say... Coyright 1999 by Brian Marx Brigham ROUND AND ROUND Round and round Up and down Why can't you see the frowns Time to live Time to die No decision can I arrive Traveling down a road filled with regrets Trying to make way for a new life A life that can't be reached Bars to drink Bars to keep Bars that never set me free Sadness has filled the mind forever Imprisoned by terror and sadness Loneliness buried deep in the soul No happiness left within For me to behold There's no point in placing blame The sadness and pain will always remain Hidden deep in the brain Painful memories now come alive The mind shutting down to save it's self from the pain What will keep me sane? Puddles of tears now fill the cracks Of the mind that could not stop looking back Family and friends walking around Praying for the lifeless heart Now buried deep in the ground Round and round Up and down Shhhhhhhhhhhh Can't you hear the lifeless sounds... Coyright 2001 by Brian Marx Brigham EMBODIED EVERMORE The cry of the wild - Birth Tamed in childhood Shamed in adolescence Blamed in adulthood Sentenced to enigma Entangled embodiment Sheded tears Baby boys unspoken fears A stranger's desires Self-confidence fondled away Personalities incised Self-exile realized Memories of the past A tantalizing cast Dreams of becoming Love does not last Forever seeking a happy home A place to stay and call my own Baby boy's reaffirmation Eternally searching for the ultiment sensation The cry for freedom - The book of Revelations "I am he that lived, and was dead" "and behold I am alive evermore"... Coyright 2002 by Brian Marx Brigham SCREAMING Screaming inside for help, but they don't hear Help, Help, Help, screamed with every action taken It feels like fire burning deep in the soul Stuck in a past with no decision to be made Every tear that is shed Clouds the vision of a young boys heart Clouds so deep the soul can't be seen No pain is the thought for the day Day after day the thought remains the same Put on a shelf, only to be taken down when needed Questions answered not right or wrong Play time is over Back to the shelf with your soul Lost youth and adulthood seen Death is near to release the pain Yelling, screaming, alcohol and abuse The childs pain filled heart goes unseen Adulthood is near The childs broken heart still goes unseen Like a chain with a weak link The ending is foreseen A child put away in an adult prison Imprisoned only for the childhood past Pain has filled the mind Imprisoned by pains that never pass Love, peace, self-confidence and happiness All words with definitions un-known Pain, tears and uncertainty All words with definitions know to the painfull heart Time to come off the shelf Open the door to the mind Let the memories flow with tears Only to have the door slamed The memories are too strong They seep through every crack in the mind Until that is all that can bee seen Screaming inside for help But they don't hear Screaming inside for help And the choose not to hear... Coyright 1999 by Brian Marx Brigham MOVING ON - A NEW Dedicated to my best friend, Rodney Mitchell Baldwin. Only once in your life do you meet that one true friend and brother in spirit. Although we will be thousands of miles apart, we will always be close at heart. May the Creator always walk with you my friend and Brother... The time has come to say "Goodbye" Many questions of wondering why A new step A new stride A new path A new ride Guidance from a far Dreams of a star A new job A new slate A new time A new place Memories of Me Memories of You A new vision A new quest A new sensation A new test Sounds from behind Fond memories in the mind A new life A new wife A new style A new trend An Old Friend Moving On You See Moving On Old Friend Moving On You'll Be Always With Me.... © Copyright October 2001 by Brian Marx Brigham Fire Spirits I'm the fuel I'm the fire I'm the oxygen you'll breath Passion's fury Spirits flame Take a moment feel our pain The time has come Petrified wood around To join the Spirits To join the flame's Scramble the vision Sanctify the dreams Distant land's On freedom's wings Heroe's lie awaking Sinner's lie and wait Carry our dreams smoke and flame To the Creator as we believe Prayer's will be answered The Grandfather's will hear Passion's from our heart's The Creator is so near I'm the child Ever so young Your's forever Cry out loud As we enter into the Spirit Drum I'm the vessel I'm the messenger I'm the Spirit in the smoke you see With the Creator all your prayer's shall be... © Copyright Dec 2001 by Brian Marx Brigham ME Is it life? Is it death? Is life death and death life? Why are they the same but spelled different? Death is freedom and life is the sentence. Death The soul soaring free Can't you see? Please tell me you can see, All the freedom for me; The only difference between a child and thee, Is how far my soul has traveled to be free. You will never know But just might be me The bird sleeping at your window The cat tangled in a ball of yarn The beautyful dog resting at your feet The squirrel in the tree Or that darn bumble bee You will never know if you don't close your eyes to see The beautyful maple tree with snow on it's limbs The new born baby boy of a friend Maybe even a new star in the sky You will never know But it night be I. So don't take for granted the beauty of this planet, If you close your eyes and believe You might just see me Finally free. No pain was ever ment for you and me, So don't look apon this day as a loss for thee, Instead you smile and say "today his soul was set free". Don't forget to put a little bird seed on the leadge befor you sleep, For you might just wake to see ME perched on your window leadge, Singing a beautyful song to thee... © Copyright 2001 by Brian Marx Brigham DEATH'S BIRTH Christmas time has brought A life truly sought All the men and women searching for the shoes Shoes that will keep them walking To be held Is to behold To behold is only fantasy. Life is funny Life is a dream Dreams are imaginary Death is life, death is real The final page to becoming. A few lines in black and white A nice suite Hands folded in eternal prayer Darkness fallows No more sorrows. The song once said "The game of life is hard to play", "The losing card I'll someday lay". But I say unto thee When eternal rest comes, Darkness brings birth to light, Light brings birth to freedom, And freedom Brings Birth....... © Copyright 2000 by Brian Marx Brigham SITTING ALONE Sitting alone in a crowd, Smoking a cigarette and not feeling proud. Staring at the cracks in the concrete, Dreaming of a life that could be so sweet. A beautiful life that can't be reached, Walking down the hall, Staring at his feet. Alone in a world where pain filled memories of sadness are being preached. Reaching for the invisible hand, The one that will come and pull him out of the sand. Not a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. Instead, A little boy Crying and mumbling standing in a puddle, A puddle of tears, Filled with the unspeakable fears the little boy has seen. Sitting in his room, Staring at the wall, Wondering why he must live through it all. A stranger says, "Lets try this and don't tell them" When does the little boy's painful memories end. Hopes and Dreams now raped away, The little boy never knowing how to find his way. Time has passes and now he prays, Please Lord let me die today. Day after day the prayers remain the same. All the shame goes unspoken, The little boys eyes painfully opened. The heart no longer beats, As he lies in a lifeless sleep. The little boy sitting alone on a cloud, Waiting for St. Pete to say, I'm so proud. Holding his hand, He leads the way, To a safe place, Where the little boy can rest and play...... © Copyright 2000 by Brian Marx Brigham BABY BOY Blue Balloons and cigars past around, The birth of a baby boy. Hopes and dreams fill all their hearts, The thoughtless touch turns it all around. Innocence stolen by the touch of a strangers hand, Innocence that can never be re-found. Hopes and dreams now raped away, Never knowing how to find his way. Smiles and tears are one in the same, Sadness is all that will remain... Doors opened, doors closed, confusion is the only way, locked away, deep in the mind Painful memories now come alive. Put on the table for all to hear, No one else having to bear the tears. A youthful heart now filled with fears; Thoughts of pain and sorrow is all he will hear, Dreams and ambitions seem to never be achieved. The beauty in death is all he can see The youthful heart now beats, to all the pain it has seen, The young boys heart will forever go unseen.... Beautiful flowers and tears all around The beautiful baby boy, buried deep in the ground.... © Copyright 2000 by Brian Marx Brigham HOME Lonliness abreast Death shining bright A single reason to believe A single reason free from plight Pain and sorrow, Fill the soul for all the tomorrows Fallen from grace To find a new peaceful space A space where dark is light And light is darkness A lovable fate Worlds away from Heavens Gate Just a few lines White powder to trick the lonely soul The powerful powder of God's pure plant To relieve the pain of the lonliness strain Standing alone in life Standing with no more strife The time has come to say goodbye No more questions or wondering why God's great powder will return And with it Like a bird from prison bars has flown Lonliness will die and find No more home!... © Copyright 2000 by Brian Marx Brigham