Prison of Darkness

(Poem by Gene F. Brady Jr. 7/5/2011)

A place,

a prison,

a feeling where you're mind starts to go.

The dark place,

with no promises, 

a world unknown to thy own.

If motivation can help me, 

help me break away from my fears,

away from this prison of what if's and darkness,

help me be a freer soul lord Jesus, so that I don't have to live in fear.

Wanting to go the distance, 

wanting to strive for a goal, something bold, 

but I feel held back by a feeling of darkness,

the doubt that comes from my tortured soul.

No love from another,

in a room of singled souls,

from a father who doesn't know what lies deep in inside

from a bitter past,

parents fighting,

the notion that has taken its hold

and torn a son's confidence,

from the face from a world of worthless gold. 

I hold the key to progress, my progress, 

as I look for motivation, from a quote.

I'm ready to take that chance of a life time,

that next step in life,

but I'm stopped by death, by the cold, 

by the fear that takes control of my soul.

The cold from the dark place,

the fear that's deep inside.

There is still the need to want to elevate the soul to great things,

but there is also this fear that kills the hype to strive, to become alive.

God, I pray for hope, 

as well as I pray to be a stronger man, 

please take this fear away from me,

this disease, this sickness, the anxiety that has control over me

with handcuffs that bind my hands. 

Do you know what tomorrow brings?

(Poem inspired by the movie score of Remember Me and Dedicated to all that were affected by September 11th)

Do you know what tomorrow brings?
Do you know the sad eyes of misery?
Do you remember when life was just another day,
until that very morning, as life just died away.

Heart broken, and gone astray,
our hearts torn apart in every way,
to those who cried out to god, and saw those planes,
time just stood still, and faded away.

Remembering the sadness of yesterday,
the sorrows of our evil ways and to those who gone astray,
made America realized that we were free to live our lives,
but made us remember, that people still had hate deep inside.

As we try to live through our lives and days,
will we remember to live life and not go astray.
Will we remember what happen, to our lives that day,
as we ask, do we know what tomorrow brings?
In hope, that we live life in a better way.

8/29/2010

Downhearted and Crestfallen (poem)

Downhearted and Crestfallen
The deadly violence, the screaming in your ears
the monsters that make movies
the passion that brings you fear

the violence that take place in the home
you know you're not alone

as your fears crawl across the floor
you feel that you want to break the door
just screaming, to get away
from the words that brings you pain
the vengeance, that split the sound in your tears
the death, that demands for you to care

it doesn't matter if your dead, anymore
to the sound that kicks the floor
as you listen to the screams, down the hall
you feel dead to the call of the fall

to hear the hands that hits the flesh
what the hell do you have left
to understand what you did wrong
parents always knew they were wrong

a moment that tears you apart,
the heart that gives you art,
the pain that flows for years,
do we ever think that people care

If the world ends tomorrow,
would you tell me that you cared
would you care if I told you that I loved you
would you fall to tears
if our feeling meant nothing today
than what do we have for tomorrow
sorry I didn't tell you I loved you
here goes my sorrow


Poem written by Gene F. Brady Jr., 3/27/2010

To Those, Who Beat Insane (A Dream Poem)

Trees, falling through windows.
Skies, covered in gray.
Death, upon the unnoticed.
As life, keeps running away.

The colors of running pastures,
The screaming of people, so far away,
Hearing children laughing,
after a day of a multitude of rain.

The quietness of vengeance,
a heart that beats, not dead,
like the dream in a mix of chaos,
is what indigestion is.

Emotions of raging Vampires,
the sourness of something, so profane,
the eagerness of anticipation,
to those, who beat insane!

No life, to a worry, when ever,
No conscious towards the brain,
we all die, day-in and day-out to a factor,
but what will satisfy the very pain, to our driven name.

The pain that lies in judgment,
the pain that hurts our fear,
the notion of an unknown answer,
to discriminate an experience, that wasn't even there.

10/4/2009

Embrace Your-self

Embrace the fiction, that is not there
Embrace the winds, that conjure up your tears
Embrace the books, that you read
Embrace the ends, to your insanity

Feel the pleasure of, how to die, within
Feel the depth, of eternal sin
Embrace the twilight, of your youth
Feel the pain, that life has given you
Embrace your-self, everyday
Embrace the love, that fades away
Embrace the hatred, that you cannot stand
Embrace the world, of dying men

(Inspired by Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer)