Posted by Brad Osborne on September 24, 2022 · 5 Comments
Why must the lucid be so elusive,
And why what I see so foreign to me…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on August 21, 2022 · 14 Comments
Specters,
That haunt,
Every moment…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on March 26, 2022 · 34 Comments
Leave me alone,
To make peace with the past,
To quiet the ghosts…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 7, 2021 · 20 Comments
Why must the lucid be so elusive,
And why what I see so foreign to me…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with dreams, elusive, existence, fantasy, fight, haunted, life, love, poem, Poetry, seeking, strict form poetry, struggle, wanting, wishful
Posted by Brad Osborne on April 17, 2021 · 13 Comments
Leave me alone,
To make peace with the past,
To quiet the ghosts…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on February 21, 2021 · 27 Comments
Forever I have feared the tears,
The long ribbons of sadness…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on July 11, 2020 · 18 Comments
Why must the lucid be so elusive,
And why what I see so foreign to me…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on January 11, 2020 · 11 Comments
At the dark end of a wayward street,
Atop a bare and lonely ,
its the old man’s mansion replete,
Bespoke in tendrilled ivy vest.
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