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"This Quiet Road" Given life, wasted youth Lost my way in middle years No excuses, dusting myself off One foot in front of another Late bloomer, my season's gone Making up for all lost time Brightest colors, I've ever shown Refusing to wilt and dry out Keeping warm, youth once again There's no sense in cold and bitter That kills us from within Self involved, backed in a corner Walking along this quiet road The sun is high in the sky Assuring there's plenty of time For the true destination to settle in Finding my inner spirit, alive Re-emerging my true callings Setting in motion, clearing the fog It's time to live again © 2014, Brian

Morning comes and my eyes open. Waking in a curled up position over a pillow I had apparently placed between my legs. I ponder the dream, usually unfortunate, from the night before and take a deep breath. I scuffle to the bathroom and then try and smile at my furry friend dancing happily at the sight of me awakening. I wish I could share in her excitement. I grumble in my thoughts as I put on my pants. Then my shirt. Then my shoes. Still in thought, I routinely grab my keys and attach the leash. As we walk outside and begin our usual trek in the cold, my mind drifts. This is my time to think. Especially in the morning, I ponder my present day

I can taste anticipation My lips upon your neck I can sense your submission My arms enveloping you safely Guiding you from darkened alleys The look in your eyes devoting Speaking so much through tears And subtle, genuine smile My dreams come and go Though your existence remains Unable to see your face Fading memories of a future I challenge circumstance Stepping forward in blindness Do I plea? Do I beg? For my antidote to darkness You know that I worship you Wherever you may be In our kingdom of solace Hoping you come home soon My dreams come and go Though your existence remains Unable to see your face Fading memories of a future © Bria

by Brian Wardwell Find me in candlelight Curled upon the floor Though normally the rock I long to be held tightly tonight All souls have their breaking point None made of stone as they claim Tomorrow, I'll gain back strength Tonight, touch and sooth this agony Be my angel in the darkness Your sparkling eyes of intensity Tonight, my trust in your hands Inspire me to desire and achieve Only you bring this light That brightens and heals the chaos Settling me back to contentment Returning me to my balance and insight. ©  2013, Brian Wardwell

In this hole that's sunken in Searching for some way to win Sunrise then sunset, please repeat Yet still standing on both my feet Parts of me missing for so long Wondering if I'm already gone Yet I stand again and again persistently While mourning these fragments of me I must awaken, must reassemble My lungs still breathing, still alive Open my heart, dare to expose me Over thinking, frozen in fear Feeling so far away, yet so near To the soul that still lives inside Scared off and forced to hide Still, this is in no way the end As I sing the songs, my loyal friends Until I cannot climb any higher Nothing can put out this lov