A Little Bit of Bradley Never Hurt Anyone…

*This was to be posted earlier- so the posts are a little out of order!

The other day I was reading a xanga entry and it was based on hope. It made me think about a poem that has kept coming to mind since I’ve been here.

THERE IS HOPE

There’s a heart of such

DisTRESS

that I carry in this CHEST

Please

Reach out and caress

In YOUR pillowesque manner.

Front!

and center!

RIGHT HERE!

and right NOW!

I’m throwing in the TOWEL

I’ve committed too many fouls

I’VE FLOWN SOUTH

My spirit is turning sour

I can’t go through this

ANOTHER hour

BE my precious

pretty

PINK

petite FLOWER

That blooms

in the night

And LEAD me in the dark

by your MOOMLIGHT

NO

MORE

FIGHT!

I never FOUGHT anywhere

so I thought

And now here I am on these knees

DISTRAUGHT

Crying out to you

PRETTY please!

Pretty PLEASE!

Take this disease

Turning these INSIDES brown

My SMILE turns to FROWN

and my BREATH

smells like DEATH!

BECAUSE I am dead to LIFE

And alive to something

that I don’t know you would

have me feel

But this is for REAL

And I need YOU right NOW.

I NEED YOU

RIGHT NOW!

SO SEAL THE DEAL

with your stamp of reGENERATION

And grow me up

into a new creation

TAKEN from a tree

and PLUKED from a vine

If it’s my time to shine

Then shine your light on ME

SO THAT everyone hurting cam see

that there is hope.

HOPE!

In a seemingly endless valley

Full of ROTTEN fRuit

LEFT BEHIND

from

previous

troops

Who are NOW in YOUR mountains

Drinking directly

from YOUR fountains

SAVE ME a spot.

I will be there

sooner

than

NOT

I’m picking up

the pace

and

slowly

starting

to trot.

At the end of each poem Bradley Hathaway, the poet, shares his inspiration/ thoughts behind each poem.

CONCERING “THERE IS HOPE”

If hope were not so, I would not choose to live.

Now this isn’t an out cry for help or anything of that drastic nature. But it is those moments in life when life isn’t going your way and waking up is the furthest thing on your personal agenda. While I’ve been here I’ve encountered a lot of one extreme or the other. They are either bursting with hope or they’ve decided that misery is the life that was intended for them. They feel that only 10% of themselves left and that their laughter is crumbling into pieces that dissolve away and will never be brought together again. When you have conversations like that it’s nice to be reminded that “there is hope”!

www.myspace.com/bradleyhathaway (Come on, support the poet!)

brooke.

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