Brett Strotman, 6 czerwca 2012
How do I fear thunder?
when the flash of golden light strikes the cloud of gloomy blackness
whose flash is like a camera flashing in the gloomy blackness of clouds
here on Earth whose blackness is as black as space itself
whose ominous color could swallow Earth whole
like a black hole in deep dark space inflicting fears of doom
as dark as hell itself whose clap is like drums beating loudly
as to drown out God’s rage of anger
whose anger is bent on disciplining all mankind
whose sin and hateful nature
has incensed God’s candle of loving and forgiveness
whose candle is slowly melting into the dark chasm of pitch black hell
where all mankind is plunged into the dark chasms of red-hot lava
the final destination in this deep dark world of sin and hate-HELL
and I say to myself how do I fear thunder?
When this dark gloomy world of sin and hate
has got one blue and sick with fear
Brett Strotman, 6 czerwca 2012
Friends are the chocolate chip
in every warm chocolate chip cookie
who sweetness is as sweet as shamrock shakes
and love is as hard as rocks themselves
for with every friendship comes love
and hate and warmth for close friends
of ours who make us laugh and smile
and enjoy ourselves even when
life rains down drops of blue
which makes us cry and rejoice
at every weak moments in our lives
but knowing there is a warm blanket
of happiness in your friends
in knowing that friends are like family
and friends are forever which makes life
all the much sweeter in saying these four words
I love my friends!
Brett Strotman, 6 czerwca 2012
Love:
Where roses and chocolates
enrich a cold Valentine's Day
where love is as sweet as the name itself
and yet as cold as ice itself
for with love comes heartbreak
and with every heartbreak
comes pain and despair
where chocolate mends one's broken heart
and yet one's heart is struck with a knife
as sharp as glass and painful as hurt itself
where one's heart is melted away
into the deep dark chasms of heartbreak
slowly melting away like a candlestick into the night
dissipating incense of cries and tears
where the pain and hurt lies
forever haunting the soul of lives
for love is not a game, but a real thing
for love is sweet like chocolate
and cannot be unglued
for love is real and so is my love
which will always be true and cannot be unglued
so don't heartbreak me!
Brett Strotman, 6 czerwca 2012
Oh, moon, moon in the nightly sky
how beautiful you are in the nightly sky
your charming glow of light lighting up the heavens
romanticizing the stars twinkling in the nightly sky of twilight
your sweet appealing face which is the chocolate chip
in every warm chocolate chip cookie
that makes people cry and laugh and hug and smile
at every glimpse of heaven in your sweet angelic face
enriching every love poem and song
which makes me glad to be alive and enjoy life
for every warm feeling that comes
when adoring the nightly moon of sweet heaven.
I love you moon
Brett Strotman, 6 czerwca 2012
Dreams:
Sweet like cotton candy sweetly enriching one's sleep
with clouds of goals and hopes in life
as one sleeps and dreams deep at night
with dreams as sweet as love itself
yet painful as hurt itself
in knowing that even the sweetest dreams
can dissipate into smokes of incense
leaving nothing more than ashes
of one's own dead dream to be buried deep
in a dark chasm of lost dreams right before one's eyes
as the candle of sweet dreams is melted away
into the night dissipating incense
of spirits of dead dreams
haunting the souls of men
who are making their journey through the
chasm of lost dreams crying out in need
of help like one's darkest hour on Earth
lurking in the shadows of dreams
in sadly knowing that not all dreams can
last forever and stay as sweet as love itself
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