Forgotten Dreams

By Crystal Lynn Bradford

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469182087

Crystal Lynn Bradford

Crystal Lynn Bradford was born in Massachusetts on June 2, 1988. She has been writing poetry since she was nine years old and her family has always supported her in her goals and dreams to become a published poet. This book of poems is dedicated to her dad Gerald Boyce who always took time out of the day to read and critique her poetry. A special thank you to her beloved finance who supported her 100% in achieving this goal. She resides in Woodsville New Hampshire with her fiancé and their beautiful daughter.

Book preview

FROM THE SOUL…

Deep in the shadows

There lays an ancient path

That leads pass a darkened tomb

Across the lake of despair

Beyond the valley of dead roses

And wilted petals

That were once soft and red

Pass the hollow echoes that fade

Away into the dust

And resemble all absent

Thoughts of love

Beneath every pebble

And across the starry night

When the moon is orange

And the clouds are grey

The ancient path

Reveals its hidden secret

To the eyes of MAN

Forgetting all properties

Of Nature

And breaking the rules

That MAN and Nature

Created to maintain a

Subtle bond—

It is as forbidden as

The apple Eve gave to Adam

Or the fire that Prometheus

Shared with his fellow people

And spent eternity in agony.

When the Harvest Moon arises in

The sky the waterfall by

The old willow tree

Begins to slowly part

And behold the eye of Mother

Earth herself comes into sight

Brilliant and big yet beautiful

And terrifying.

She is no Medusa; one glance cannot

Turn you into stone

No, rather it vanquishes the pain

From her bosom and

Drowns your soul in all the

Wrongs that we as human beings

Have done to her

Her single eye so gorgeous—

The color of amethyst

With thick black lashes

And smooth tan skin

Blended perfectly with the

Dirt beneath

Her single tear made the river

Flood

With grief and sorrow

A certain pity for humankind

And at the same moment

That pain infused her

With regret and suffering

The mere fact that this

Beauty was being destroyed

Was enough to break the human

Heart

And sympathize

As this mystical birth

Was a mere paradox

For untimely demise

And the cruelty

That what Mother earth

Created was going

To slowly murder her

Without remorse—

Slow, shallow suffocation

Through pollution

Toxic and unbearable

Providing open wounds upon

Her divine flesh

Gazing at her body

Blood nothing but ash

To which we breathe in

Thus she tires in her dying

Glory

To still heave her mark

Upon us

Tempting to flaunt what

Beauty still remains

Providing some sanity

And tranquility

Giving us a piece of mind

And inspirational thought

As we leave her empty

Like a forbidden lover

Bound to secrecy

Never to be seen again

By the same daunting eyes

That seduced her

Proving her to be nothing

But a factor of lust

As we tear open wounds

And become the tormenters

To this—

She is the beauty that surrounds our world

And we abuse her

Leaving bruises on her body

Tears across her skin

Bite marks upon her neck

Like the egotistical vampire

We drain the life out of

Her and gloat—

We do not see it

Not until we look into

Her eye

And see with all physical

Apparition

The innocent water we call

Tears

Falling from her very soul

That we realize as divine

And beautiful that she is

We have tarnished her heart

To make ourselves more

Comfortable—

To simply feel alive.

FOREVER MORE # 3

The brightest light

is surrounded by darkness

the easiest love

is long overcome by lust

and everything ends in pain

and mistrust,

but if we could overthrow

these shadows

and secretly let light grow

maybe then the happiness

of people will find a way

to walk upon the walls

and if there be pain of any sort

the optical illusions that you’ll see

will be all the romance with me

but yet so soon forgotten

and your core of golden bliss

will soon be rotten

so keep me with you in your heart

to carry you when you are weak

pick up the pieces that fell apart

from me forever more

and forever more be complete.

LOST AT SEA…

the pages that held me to you

have been torn and frayed

your diary burnt, your poetry gone

time to sing the tragic song…

but that seems to be the