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Sometimes epiphanies about my insights on writing and life and what goes on...
Trying make sense of life is maddening. Why do I need to know, when truth may not actually exist? Learning to accept would be a better pursuit. Flailing about in mediocrity, hoping to bust out.

Read me, don't read me. I'm going to dare you to read anyway.

I update my portfolio page as often as possible. BrawnyLad Go there to see new messages. You will always see me. I am visible. You can put a face with a name. I would like other writers to crawl out from under their rocks and post their pics on main pages. Fiction is what you write, not who you are.

I also encourage you to read my notebook, biography and more. I'm always updating, because I am restless.

THANK YOU alfred booth, wanbli ska for the ribbon and continuous support!

My blogging days at Writing.Com began here [FOR MEMBERS] >>>
My Journal  (13+)
This is my pulpit. I'm no preacher, just long to be heard like the rest of us.
#1149750 by BrawnyLad


Where I hide most of my poetry [FOR MEMBERS]. Warts and all, where I bare my chest and try to make sense of my craft.
Such Longing For A Blind Dreamer  [13+]
A journey through my life from early poetry to the present.
by BrawnyLad
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February 13, 2017 at 8:30pm
February 13, 2017 at 8:30pm

Valentine's Day can even be lonely when you're with someone.
January 12, 2017 at 8:42pm
January 12, 2017 at 8:42pm
I like to be somber, reflective...


I witnessed you a thousand feet higher,
blue waters purged blue sky,
and your eyes,
and mine;
Two hands;
united elements,
we hiked.
You lifted me higher
on Sugarloaf Mountain.
It was not the ore docks,
coasting seagulls or rusted, listing freighters
you described, awash
in failing memory;

but your song
on a chill, sunny day
where we paused amid
restless leaves decaying.
You encouraged an aimless ghost,
freed from ignorance, solitude,
gave hope
I could love better,

someone like you.

~ Brian Keith Compton

Sugarloaf  (E)
Love encourages long after seperation from the fated one.
#2104924 by BrawnyLad
December 21, 2016 at 12:03pm
December 21, 2016 at 12:03pm
Born This Way...

Untraveled Road...

I'm on it.
December 14, 2016 at 12:04pm
December 14, 2016 at 12:04pm
I know what it's like to be alone in this world.

So, I write ...

Cheating On The Wall

You're the first thing I see in the morning
Long shadows obscure true beauty
You're the last to be lulled by my voice each night
I long for you to echo my murmured words
Maybe, tomorrow, I'll give you a fresh coat of paint
But, dream now of casting a look out the window
one day
December 6, 2016 at 9:11am
December 6, 2016 at 9:11am
December 3, 2016 at 9:25pm
December 3, 2016 at 9:25pm
Words beg to be written down. So, when I finally finished brushing my teeth, I turned to my iPad. I know the idea behind this. The execution needs work and I just want to sleep. Fresh eyes another time, or maybe never.

Can I come home?

Delusion pounds the sand,
echo in negligent ear
Long shadows, elusive,
again clamber aboard,
shrink beneath sound
Fifty-five years beating,
breathing, chasing with
heavy arms to row
Damaged sails wrap
a warped pole, flutter
no more. Hope drifts
a creaky hull to sea,
searching an impatient sunset

I flee to night
It escapes me
Each morning brings promise
Waves crest, return me
to this place
I cannot go, yet
It's lonely
I wait for the tide
to change its mind
cast me on endless glass
send me
To the yellow incinerator

love savors a bite,
warmed by our nearing star;
masked in violet hues,
still, waiting, maybe,
for one small soul,
but, bleeds dry
Tattered clouds
dull in the ink,
long shadows sacked
A fading voice cries

Can I come home?
November 30, 2016 at 11:29am
November 30, 2016 at 11:29am

November 26, 2016 at 1:41am
November 26, 2016 at 1:41am
Making eggs at midnight and this comes to me? It started as a list. How average can we be when we love and how comfortable it is knowing it is typical. I'm going to eat now, fix this later, or not.

Typical Love

As ordinary as oatmeal,
the collared dog that must walk,
like sunshine that was there
when you first got up
still burning behind the mask...
As free as that bird builds
a nest in the garage gutter,
like leaves, gentle, obey the winds
falling, falling, falling down
to your ground
to lay...
Our lips embrace

Two twigs low,
once swayed in soaring tree,
grows a canopy above,
warm shelter
for two children, three cats,
those hamsters content
chittering like raindrops
in our hearts.

Small hands, tender,
wrap ours,
calling, calling, calling
'come watch...'
Know innocence, true beauty,
how we heal them
in the night
from bad dreams,
unjustly pained by sickness
where we are safe
to dream. We,
a typical love,
we share our stories together
so others know
how ordinary as oatmeal.

I take inspiration where I can find it. Shine it. Hold it up for you to see it glowing, still growing. Thanks, to thee.
November 25, 2016 at 9:10am
November 25, 2016 at 9:10am
Today's lesson...I'm a Montague and you are Juliet in her balcony. Though, you might want to know where your beloved Romeo is, you're not really asking when you opine "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?" The following link makes very clear Shakespeare's intent, though, through the centuries, the rest of the world learned a coined phrase incorrectly...


So, what do you want to ask me now? And, what's in a name? Though, Juliet, it is very clear we are fated, I'm afraid I am a hated Montague and that will never change. Don't reach for that poison, yet. Stay thy blade.

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy: thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, nor arm nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O be some other name!

 Captive Pleas  (E)
Words cannot rescue the captive heart if spoken too late.
#1172910 by BrawnyLad

November 24, 2016 at 5:15am
November 24, 2016 at 5:15am
I can't be defined by what people think of me, just like you think you know Fleetwood Mac...

"Don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to..."

I can sing. I am pretty, and my legs... 😉
November 19, 2016 at 10:23pm
November 19, 2016 at 10:23pm
For LuAnne, who never understood our fate...

I witnessed you a thousand feet higher
Blue waters purged blue sky
And your eyes
And mine
Two hands
United elements
We hiked
You lifted me higher
on Sugarloaf mountain
It was not the ore docks,
great steel ships, coasting seagulls
or fall colors that you described
that memory fails to recall,
but your song
on a chill, sunny day
where we paused amid
restless leaves decaying
You cleansed me,
freed me from ignorance,
solitude, gave me hope
that I could love better
someone like you.

November 17, 2016 at 9:43am
November 17, 2016 at 9:43am
Posting for posterity...raw...

Piano Needs Tuning

Auditorially challenged
No rest for a beset mind
Scanning a dim-lit screen
In the adjacent kitchen
Each discordant key echoes
Off bay windows
into the open area Shared
rests between the keenly measured notes
Plodding along a spectrum of sound
sagging strings resonate inside
an upright Baldwin.

Once rich mahogany, faded by sunlight,
Stained by coffee, marred by the talons
Of unrepentant felines, sturdily depresses
The carpet, not seen in 12 years.
Rolled away once for an errant plane,
The boys favorite when he was four.
Dust bunnies act like mortar beneath
The tarnished pedals now showing their wear.
Music sheets land like his forgotten plaything
Stick out from bench and beneath stacks
Of forgotten melodies since his first lesson.

Markings on the pages more sophisticated
Hinges on bands of notes more erratic
Pages taped together like paper doll cutouts
Dance along the edge, daringly stare at the ground
From the edge of their cliff, never falling.
Their master deftly pushes back each teetering truant
With free hand Without missing those white levers
attached to hammers percussing rhapsodic
rhythms Begging still the piano tuner to tighten lines
For the daring, high-wire act.

November 9, 2016 at 9:56am
November 9, 2016 at 9:56am
November 6, 2016 at 8:15am
November 6, 2016 at 8:15am
Brace yourselves:


"We never had a candidate before who has no record in public service; a record of enriching himself throughout his life at the expense of others, whether through bankruptcies, his Trump Foundation or Trump University; we’ve never had a candidate who has called into question the integrity of democracy and threatened not to accept the result of the election; we’ve never had a candidate who openly brags about sexually assaulting women and then 12 women come forward saying he did that. Back in 2012, a guy named Herman Cain was the favorite for the Republican nomination. Then three or four women accused him of sexual harassment and he was driven out the of the race. Unlike Cain, Trump brags about sexual harassing women."
October 30, 2016 at 9:02am
October 30, 2016 at 9:02am
Leaf-shadowed crossroads
the longer I pause
nearing an even tide
sun setting
I'm prompted to choose
when to push forward
into that good night

It won't matter
what road I travel.

Everything beautiful we yearn has already been perfected...and lost.
October 26, 2016 at 11:53pm
October 26, 2016 at 11:53pm
These are the prompts that inspire me. BTW, not a good poem, but love pushing around those words to see what I can do with dreamlike subject...

Eye of God,
In your death throes,
trillion-mile-long tunnel of glowing gases,
A journey I long
Alone, where I belong

Let me penetrate
Your aquarian realm,
Swim in a blue sea of telescopic light,
Disintegrate my limbs
Together, grow strong

Five billion years
Is too long to wait
The final, evolutionary state
Send my heart on arrow
To mythical heaven

Earth rots my organs
Promises death only
Your faint nebula plugs a constellation
Fill an empty container
With unwished dreams.

Inspired by...

The image Intrigued and article peaked my longing to know more.

October 26, 2016 at 12:05am
October 26, 2016 at 12:05am
October 25, 2016 at 2:57pm
October 25, 2016 at 2:57pm
I always struggled with being labeled as 'different' and then 'sensitive' so I learned to humble myself through self-deprecating humor to gain acceptance...
That did not go well, either. So, I'm a mix of narcissist, self-hater and non-conformist who wants to see the world his way...

The Prankster  (13+)
A troubled boy cannot appease everyone with his attempts at humor.
#1195045 by BrawnyLad

These days, I'm indifferent, mostly. But, I can be deeply passionate and opinionated when I'm moved. I reserve those feelings for personal stuff.
October 25, 2016 at 2:44pm
October 25, 2016 at 2:44pm
I strategically place flashlights throughout the house. Not the big expensive kind that usually fall apart or give me problems. But the little flashlights you can get at the dollar store that take a AA battery.

I place mine on top of the refrigerator, inside the hallway closet, on top of the dresser and on the shelf above the litter box in the basement.

A long time ago, I wanted to put lights inside of our cabinets and closets. But, having a light you can direct is easier and cheaper, without creating shadows from light pointed straight down. Once, I painted all the shelves in the pantry white because of the difficulty seeing with dark wood.

Also, try to make use of natural light when doing things in the house...during the day! 😄

I'm not much of a reader (these days), but when I do (and write) I use a larger font.
October 23, 2016 at 12:04pm
October 23, 2016 at 12:04pm
"He who humbles himself will be exalted."
Just trust in God's mercy.

Beautifully worded prayers mean nothing if the heart behind them contains self-righteousness but no real faith or humility. God will draw near to us during times of humble prayer, but if our inner self is haughty as we pray, He will regard our petitions from a distance. Though the Lord is on high, He looks upon the lowly, but the proud He knows from afar. — Psalm 138:6

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