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"Fading Blue"
He sees the light, soft and blue
Another life shall start anew
Nothing lost yet little gained
Now's his chance to play the game
Just a fading light, a subtle hue
No story to tell or virtue to hold
The fading light will soon grow cold
At least for now its soft and warm
A sleeping child in mother's arms
Just a fading light that shall grow old
He sees the light softly glowing
The end is certain yet he's unknowing
At least he'll have this moment here
A warm blue light without much fear
Just a faded light, hardly showing
---Bradley O'Farrell
"Memory Of A Breeze"
A young couple strolls past a row of Hawaiian palms
With two children by their side, a breeze in the air
A brittle breeze of salt and sea, doesn't last for long
The children play in the sand, without the faintest care
And suddenly, without a word a memory is formed
This memory will be greatly needed, by each of the four
Still unspoken are the lies that will break this family's loving ties
The memory important still, and only growing ever more
This memory will hold true, beyond the pain and hatefull cries
And from their minds by the claws of time this memory won't be torn
The salty breeze dries their lips; the moment has come to pass
The sun has set, the breeze has died, the palms stand ever still
While the moment's lost forever, the memory will always last
Long and hard time will try, but that memory it shall not kill
And under the memory of a breeze a new one maybe born
---Bradley O'Farrell
"Only One Can Be"
I've been here not once before, but will return someday in time
At a home so far from home; another leaf upon the vine
Two paths down the same road lead, but one is not for me
Tall and green the ivy grows around a gray oak tree
So many vines, all the same, but only one can be
Soon I'll leave this place behind, but not soon will I forget
A loss of time or memories is not what I regret
I never did know that place, that home from before
Only have I heard of it from another human's lore
And all the vines they intertwine but only one can be
An ivy vine now pulled with time to where it did belong
Both were equal, both were right, however one was wrong
A memory I'll never have, or ever have to flee
So many vines I'll never know grow on that gray oak tree
Of all the vines just one is mine as only one can be
---Bradley O'Farrell
"Amber Room"
Her room half-lit with amber light
Gold has woke the sleeping night
Dawn prepares the tide for noon
Morning hides a forgotten moon
Her room now full with amber light
A cloud drifts past overhead
It dims the light that warmed her bed
And in that moment something's changed
Something different, yet she's the same
That room now cold, that amber red
Awaken from her quiet sleep
The promise was not hers to keep
It's gone forever; yet she'll never know
The truth she seeks will never show
And from her room the light does creep
---Bradley O'Farrell
"Paradise"
Pressed under his feet is grass and sand
Beauty is what he sees; enjoyed without price
Where sea and sky meet, just beyond his hands
Under the dim light of the trees is paradise
Wind speaks in soft heat, of life with the land
The palms laugh and the sea yawns
But do they speak of the life he desires?
Memories pass, yet tomorrow is gone
The sun now shrieks a spiteful fire
Where sea and sky meet, just beyond his hands
The foam rolls up the beach once more
His feet sunk deep in grass and sand
His mind lulled by a hidden door
He longs to weep but knows it's banned
---Bradley O'Farrell
"Midnight Street"
Standing still in a green-lit street
Past has passed and fate he'll meet
A streetlamp flickers; that green light dim
Mind too tightly focused on a whim
A cold wind blows down the quiet street
His past has passed his deeds are done
But to him his journey's just begun
Still unaware just where he stands
His final goal almost in his hands
Yet down the street he starts to run
That streetlamp fades to humble black
Its bulb is burnt, it can't go back
Soon another will take its place
Another whim or dream to chase
And one more runner the street does lack
---Bradley O'Farrell
"Oblivious to Oblivion"
Perfect stanza read left to right
Words so planned to cause delight
Guide the eye please the mind
The twist is in the seventh line
Subtle irony and planned foresight
He reads the poem in silent awe
He doesn't see his greatest flaw
Like a puppet bound with string
Moved by such a simple thing
Within the gates of lyric's law
Why look for life inside a pen
Why write a story that has no end
He can waste his life reading rhyme
But what else is really worth his time
When will he see it's all pretend
---Bradley O'Farrell
"A New Day"
In a fading world, a life he cannot keep
On a quest so arduous his will is getting weak
Searching this whole life for an end he cannot find
The world fades in golden light: He's running out of time
His life here now over, his world here now gone
The sun wakes him from his sleep: His death was dealt by dawn
He gets up to close the blinds then sits beside his bed
Could that lucid world just be illusions in his head?
On the floor beside his bed he reminisces in regret
He could not find that end, that goal, and won't let himself forget
As he thought he got up to shave and prepare to serve the day
He knew that end was his and with time he would have found another way
To a new world he may one day go, but last night's is all but gone
Only in his bitter memories will his last night's life live on
He notices a homeless man, staring at him from across the bus
The man glares at his expensive suit and grimaces in disgust
It was that moment that he knew: Some dreams are dreamt some dreams are lived
To reach his goal, his final end he must give all he has to give
---Brad O'Farrell
"The Letter"
She holds her future and her past
Breathing as the moments pass
Afraid to confirm what she knows
Within her heart the shadow grows
She knew the light wouldn't last
She starts to cry as she reads
He apologizes for his deeds
He says it was never meant to be
That love could not support the three
And his heart could not fulfill her needs
Though she loved him she always knew
That love was only meant for two
And his heart could never be for her
Once again she searches for a cure
And thus the cycle starts anew
---Brad O'Farrell
He sees the light, soft and blue
Another life shall start anew
Nothing lost yet little gained
Now's his chance to play the game
Just a fading light, a subtle hue
No story to tell or virtue to hold
The fading light will soon grow cold
At least for now its soft and warm
A sleeping child in mother's arms
Just a fading light that shall grow old
He sees the light softly glowing
The end is certain yet he's unknowing
At least he'll have this moment here
A warm blue light without much fear
Just a faded light, hardly showing
---Bradley O'Farrell
"Memory Of A Breeze"
A young couple strolls past a row of Hawaiian palms
With two children by their side, a breeze in the air
A brittle breeze of salt and sea, doesn't last for long
The children play in the sand, without the faintest care
And suddenly, without a word a memory is formed
This memory will be greatly needed, by each of the four
Still unspoken are the lies that will break this family's loving ties
The memory important still, and only growing ever more
This memory will hold true, beyond the pain and hatefull cries
And from their minds by the claws of time this memory won't be torn
The salty breeze dries their lips; the moment has come to pass
The sun has set, the breeze has died, the palms stand ever still
While the moment's lost forever, the memory will always last
Long and hard time will try, but that memory it shall not kill
And under the memory of a breeze a new one maybe born
---Bradley O'Farrell
"Only One Can Be"
I've been here not once before, but will return someday in time
At a home so far from home; another leaf upon the vine
Two paths down the same road lead, but one is not for me
Tall and green the ivy grows around a gray oak tree
So many vines, all the same, but only one can be
Soon I'll leave this place behind, but not soon will I forget
A loss of time or memories is not what I regret
I never did know that place, that home from before
Only have I heard of it from another human's lore
And all the vines they intertwine but only one can be
An ivy vine now pulled with time to where it did belong
Both were equal, both were right, however one was wrong
A memory I'll never have, or ever have to flee
So many vines I'll never know grow on that gray oak tree
Of all the vines just one is mine as only one can be
---Bradley O'Farrell
"Amber Room"
Her room half-lit with amber light
Gold has woke the sleeping night
Dawn prepares the tide for noon
Morning hides a forgotten moon
Her room now full with amber light
A cloud drifts past overhead
It dims the light that warmed her bed
And in that moment something's changed
Something different, yet she's the same
That room now cold, that amber red
Awaken from her quiet sleep
The promise was not hers to keep
It's gone forever; yet she'll never know
The truth she seeks will never show
And from her room the light does creep
---Bradley O'Farrell
"Paradise"
Pressed under his feet is grass and sand
Beauty is what he sees; enjoyed without price
Where sea and sky meet, just beyond his hands
Under the dim light of the trees is paradise
Wind speaks in soft heat, of life with the land
The palms laugh and the sea yawns
But do they speak of the life he desires?
Memories pass, yet tomorrow is gone
The sun now shrieks a spiteful fire
Where sea and sky meet, just beyond his hands
The foam rolls up the beach once more
His feet sunk deep in grass and sand
His mind lulled by a hidden door
He longs to weep but knows it's banned
---Bradley O'Farrell
"Midnight Street"
Standing still in a green-lit street
Past has passed and fate he'll meet
A streetlamp flickers; that green light dim
Mind too tightly focused on a whim
A cold wind blows down the quiet street
His past has passed his deeds are done
But to him his journey's just begun
Still unaware just where he stands
His final goal almost in his hands
Yet down the street he starts to run
That streetlamp fades to humble black
Its bulb is burnt, it can't go back
Soon another will take its place
Another whim or dream to chase
And one more runner the street does lack
---Bradley O'Farrell
"Oblivious to Oblivion"
Perfect stanza read left to right
Words so planned to cause delight
Guide the eye please the mind
The twist is in the seventh line
Subtle irony and planned foresight
He reads the poem in silent awe
He doesn't see his greatest flaw
Like a puppet bound with string
Moved by such a simple thing
Within the gates of lyric's law
Why look for life inside a pen
Why write a story that has no end
He can waste his life reading rhyme
But what else is really worth his time
When will he see it's all pretend
---Bradley O'Farrell
"A New Day"
In a fading world, a life he cannot keep
On a quest so arduous his will is getting weak
Searching this whole life for an end he cannot find
The world fades in golden light: He's running out of time
His life here now over, his world here now gone
The sun wakes him from his sleep: His death was dealt by dawn
He gets up to close the blinds then sits beside his bed
Could that lucid world just be illusions in his head?
On the floor beside his bed he reminisces in regret
He could not find that end, that goal, and won't let himself forget
As he thought he got up to shave and prepare to serve the day
He knew that end was his and with time he would have found another way
To a new world he may one day go, but last night's is all but gone
Only in his bitter memories will his last night's life live on
He notices a homeless man, staring at him from across the bus
The man glares at his expensive suit and grimaces in disgust
It was that moment that he knew: Some dreams are dreamt some dreams are lived
To reach his goal, his final end he must give all he has to give
---Brad O'Farrell
"The Letter"
She holds her future and her past
Breathing as the moments pass
Afraid to confirm what she knows
Within her heart the shadow grows
She knew the light wouldn't last
She starts to cry as she reads
He apologizes for his deeds
He says it was never meant to be
That love could not support the three
And his heart could not fulfill her needs
Though she loved him she always knew
That love was only meant for two
And his heart could never be for her
Once again she searches for a cure
And thus the cycle starts anew
---Brad O'Farrell
