Minutes of Brilliance, Moments of Madness

By Aaron Boxley

Poetry that captures your imagination and paints murals of tormented souls, haunting pasts, and enlightened spirits. Whether it be the fascinating tales of the Evil Easter Bunny or the dark, twisted, and sorrowful mournings of beings, you will be transported vividly into a world where the pictures are as perverse as the words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: May 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781466990227

Aaron Boxley

Northern Virginia–born inspiring writer introduces a book of deeply provoking and perhaps a little disturbing thoughts and reflections that will keep you wondering what that adorable bunny on the front is all about.

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Minutes of

Brilliance,

Moments of

Madness

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Aaron Boxley

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© Copyright 2013, 2014 Aaron Boxley.

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isbn: 978-1-4669-9021-0 (sc)

isbn: 978-1-4669-9023-4 (hc)

isbn: 978-1-4669-9022-7 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013906746

Trafford rev. 02/27/2014

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Contents

It Starts With

The Invite

The White Dress

Life’s Simple Pleasures Lost

The Freaks We Are

A Quiet Song

The Answer Unknown

Simplicity

The First Night

Serenity

My Life’s Haunting

Sunny Days

The Silencing

A Simple Solution

Behind These Eyes

Final Decree

The Lesson

The War Within

The Closing Of Eyes

Easters Evil Bunny

Slither

Just Simply

Vanquished

Beautiful Rose

A Mental Contrast

A short good bye

Just Your Day…

Life Recaptured

Sacred Memories

This Day Is Yours, Mom

Searching For This Cure

Hidden

Simple Cry

(Memories Never Tarnished)

Innocence Lost

Simply Everything

Blue Eyes Lost

A Change in Season

FEAR

The Christmas Wish

The Rebirth

A Different Shade of Red

Forgotten

Choices

Recalling The Days

Beautiful

A Soft And Solemn Plea

A Simple Remembrance

Life’s Guideline

One Simple Rule

The Undying Wish

The Odds

Flawless

A Wicked Game

Oh Silent Night

Smile

The Dream Maker

Searching For Love

A Rebirth

The Return To Bliss

The One

The Burning Flames

Happy Thoughts

The Tides Of Time

The Look On Life

A Growing Storm

Without

The Gracefulness Of Submission

Rot

Times Reflection

Red Captures All

Life’s Tenderness Lost

Twist of Fate

A Blackened View

Mind’s Desire

Minutes of Brilliance

A Higher Climb

Love Defined

The Softest Smile Says It All

A Wish

Soul A Changing… .

The Flight

Treading Along

A Soul At A Loss

A Quiet Thought

A Conflicted Heart

A Portrait Frozen in Time

I Am What You Seek

The Feel

Time Slowly Taken

Ambiguity

What Once Was

Unanswered

Scab

Today

Taken

Exhausted

Forthwith

Lost Reflections

Beauty Taken

Vicious

The Wind

The Maddening

Unseen

A Soul Rekindled

Lost Again

One Thought Remains

The Spiraling

Flinch

Life’s Journey

Exiled

Sorrow

What Next Shall Be

Winters Cry

Cloaked

A Final Cry

Suffer

The Wild

Captured

The Vessel

I would like to thank Jasmine Shifflett for her time, love and effort afforded to me on your creation of Angry Bunny, the illustration for my book cover.

To Vera Rose for all your ways of inspiring me to find my love for writing again. You were the catapult in me chasing down this dream. Thank you.

To my family, mom dad sisters and Ptoad, for your support in my highs and lows. For the love and assistance you’ve given me. I love you with all my heart.

To Mandy Owens for being my sounding board. I miss Kitty.

And to Earl Thomas. For your continued involvement and constant Hey Aaron, just checking on how your manuscript is coming along

Thanks. It’s come along and is now done.

And to Meadow… psssssttttt! Thank you for the love, smiles and warmth you’ve given to me… To Mary and Daniel… Thank you both for being there for me… my love to you… Now get to lifting…

To anyone else I missed, well, thank you. Enjoy the ride. There is love all around, sometimes you just have to scratch and sniff.

It Starts With

Sitting alone quietly, listening to the commotions going on around me,

Seeing, in the distance, a set of eyes burning, astoundingly bright

Suddenly noticing nothing else. Held by the brilliance, the depth

The clarity of which things seem to grow in those eyes.

Mind curious as to what could be so indelibly wonderful

About them. Staring for minutes, lost in amazement, captured.

Unable to break the trance, watching wistfully. Images

Flash through mind. Some astonishing, some disturbing, some

Wicked. Fixated still, as body begins moving toward

Subject. Wishing for an opportunity to get to know

Beholder. Time seeming to stop

As I walk to her, eyes still transfixed upon those perfect

silhouettes… .

. . . .

Hello.

7:46pm

06-29-09

The Invite

Life, boring if taken in everyday normalcy,

Made more exciting by creative minds willing

To push ideas and imagination to limits.

Venture into a new realm, lay down your

Precautions. Fear not the bite marks, the tearing of your flesh, and allow

your mind to accept

The stimulation. Steady your soul for

Unforeseen tantric moments. Your screams I will

Turn from quiet agony into guilty pleasure. Listen

To my words, I won’t lead you astray.

Trust my voice and welcome my touches.

Hear your innermost cries.

Let me unleash your wildest dreams. See what

Fondness you will derive from my darker side of play.

06-04-09

3:14am

The White Dress

Standing in line, patiently waiting, allowing the eyes to

Stroll across the other patrons. Stopping when I see

The white dress. Short, tasteful, and by no means trashy. Eyes

Locking on your legs, studying the curves, taking note of the

Muscles in your calves. Standing. Wondering. Waiting. Oblivious to

surroundings.

What was once a quiet, peaceful lunch, lonely if being

Honest, now has become more intriguing. Several coughs, stares and an

Unfriendly "get the hell out