WARNING: I drop the F-Bomb in some of my writing. I believe in free speech, if this will offend you, please move along.
Dain Brammage
Art, Poetry and Spoken Word
Art feeds the soul, not only for the artist, but for the patron as well. Please browse around and see what has been on my menu. Comments are always appreciated. ~Love, db
Musings on Life
When I draw my last breath
And my lungs subsequently collapse
As my brain stops directing
The electricity that keeps me here
I will become an ethereal being
And my electricity will continue to be
But elsewhere
Could this be my soul?
I believe that I will return to die again
And this cycle will continue
Until I have gotten it right,
Learned what I need to know
But I will not return as a blank slate
I in fact will be living in the
Presence of the past
I will learn to call that instinct
Tags: Autobiographic, Growth, Human Condition, Nature, Poetry
One Good Day
I have been searching for moments of happiness
So I can string them all together and make one good day
It has been a life long project
Diligence is needed
Looking for a laugh, even on the inside
A smile, or just the warm glow
From petting a kitten
They all add up
I save them in a blue box
And every Saturday night
I sit in front of the television
And put them on the string
Try them on for a while
So far I have about three hours worth
I sure hope things pick up
Because I have been collecting for forty-six years
All I really need is sixteen hours worth
I don’t need them for when I sleep
I don’t dream at all
Maybe that is my problem
I am not a dreamer
Tags: Autobiographic, Depression, Human Condition, Poetry
Current
Vibrations
String Theory
Demons
Plucking
My String
Theories
My body is alive, juiced
All set a-buzz, currently
Current is flowing
My body is electric
Like an electric guitar
With a demon plucking it’s strings
Or my strings
I feel like a Fender Telecaster
Wound tight in the body
Because that’s where I pick it up
Mostly, wear my heart should be
I have a hole where my heart was
Strung tight with six strings
In perfect tune
Vibrating
Because they have been plucked
By a demon
Who plays the blues
Deep moaning blues
With lots of low tones
Vibrations with lower amplitude
Shaking my soul harder
Thumping in that hole
Wailing blues
Hammered out
High end of the scale
Screaming at me in high-frequency
Setting my whole body a-buzz
With a current that currently
Truly disturbs me
A slow-crying delta blues
Sadly weeping
And then gasping for air
This is the one
That brings tears to my eyes
Vibrations
String Theory
Demons
Plucking
My String Theories
My body is electric
An electric guitar
With a demon
Who plays the blues
Plucking my strings
And at the same time
There is a little tiny part of me
Who is that very same demon
Who plays the blues
On that Fender Tele
Strung tight
Six strings
String theory
Tuned perfectly
The pain
The perfect pain
The blues
Tags: Autobiographic, Depression, Spoken Word
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