Masks and Lies

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Masks and Lies

Blaze the spark of early fires

Velvet whispers, deep desires

Muted rapture in the dying light

You are shadows, I am the night.

Don’t listen to the weathermen

They talk about the rain again

Tap your homicidal feelings

Paint the sky upon the ceiling.

But you fall to dust and crumble

In walls of words that tumble

Knowing the liar has no truth to give

And he has to have a lie to live.

No matter where the river flows,

I must follow where my mind goes

Masked by clouds, just out of sight

You are shadows, I am the night.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2016

January 27, 2016

Stars In The Southern Sky (A Quatern)

Glenn Frey Photo © Gus Stewart/Redferns; Photoshop Creation by Colleen Breuning

Stars In The Southern Sky ~ A Quatern

There are stars in the southern sky

Smiling as the full moon floats by.

Hear my voice on the summer breeze,

Sweet songs drifting across the seas.

The world keeps spinning, do or die.

There are stars in the southern sky.

The candle flickers, growing old.

Starkness of winter blowing cold.

My days get shorter, wracked with pain

In this deluge of freezing rain.

There are stars in the southern sky,

Hidden by clouds as angels cry.

Watch as I defy gravity,

Set free from this purgatory.

And when I twinkle, you’ll know why

There are stars in the southern sky.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2016

January 19, 2016

Written in memory of Glenn Frey of The Eagles… inspired by one of my favorite of their songs, “Seven Bridges Road.”

Sing To Me of Heroes

Sing To Me of Heroes

The sun shines brightly through the blinds,

and there isn’t a cloud in the sky.

Cold news splashed in black and white

and all I can do is cry.

The crescent moon is dim tonight

and the stars look different today.

The world is spinning far too fast,

and I cannot find my way.

So sing to me of heroes,

diamond dogs and unseen scars…

Watch me as I close my eyes

and float amongst the stars…

We’re all living on borrowed time

and we’re clinging to our youth

while the end is drawing closer…

No whitewashing the truth.

They’re all waiting there with open arms,

Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King.

Freddie Mercury takes your hand and says

it’s time for you to sing…

So sing to me of heroes,

diamond dogs and unseen scars…

Watch me as I close my eyes

and float amongst the stars…

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2016

January 11, 2016

After having no words all day long, these words came to me tonight…straight from my heart.   Most of you who know me well know that David Bowie was one of my favorite artists of all time.  His work will live on in our hearts forever. RIP Ziggy Stardust…

Waiting For Spring (A Villanelle)

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Waiting For Spring (A Villanelle)

Sweet sentient beings of the sky

Rustling about in the hedgerow,

Waiting for spring… to dream, to fly.

A cool wind whispers as clouds roll by,

Telling tales they already know,

Sweet sentient beings of the sky.

Heed the call of the lonely magpie

Through the valley, soft voices echo,

Waiting for spring… to dream, to fly.

Cardinals flock and chickadees cry,

Seeking comfort in haven of snow,

Sweet sentient beings of the sky.

Dancers in the wings, crows go awry,

Stirring up horses in a meadow

Waiting for spring… to dream, to fly.

Rest little ones, morning is nigh.

The stars will guide you as you go.

Sweet sentient beings of the sky,

Waiting for spring… to dream, to fly.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2016

January 7, 2016

The Raisonneur

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The Raisonneur

Ah, distinctly I remember

It was in the bleak December.

The cold north winds would not abate,

The raisonneur of my life’s fate.

Dark night gave way to morning light,

A winter wonderland of white

Perched lightly on my iron gate,

The raisonneur of my life’s fate.

She turned to me, spoke in hushed tones

Said I must kneel and weep alone.

A thousand years I lie in wait,

The raisonneur of my life’s fate.

Ah distinctly I remember

The raisonneur of my life’s fate.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

December 30, 2015

The Road to Resolution (A Kyrielle Sonnet)

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The Road to Resolution (A Kyrielle Sonnet)

Roads stretch far as the eye can see,
Speeding white lines hypnotize me.
Drive nonstop until morning light...
I’m going the distance tonight.

All bets off in the quest for fire,
The quiet search for heart’s desire.
Eight hundred miles to set things right...
I’m going the distance tonight.

Emerald streaks paint the night sky
Like a home dye job gone awry.
Your green eyes meet mine, sparkling bright...
I’m going the distance tonight.

Roads stretch far as the eye can see
I’m going the distance tonight.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
December 21, 2015

Where Broken Dreams Go

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Where Broken Dreams Go

When November rains, midnight is calling.

Ravaged by wind, bare maples still standing.

December descends with soft snow falling

The migrant geese come in for a landing.

Hard winter looms with an indignant stare,

Dark clouds taunt as the anger releases.

Cruel lies thrash my skin, pierce the bitter air.

Soul shatters into a thousand pieces.

When twilight beckons with pink shades seeping,

My frantic pulse ebbs with the fading light.

Cold and tired, I have no trouble sleeping.

Time passes unhindered in dead of night.

Bruised hearts heal beneath January snow…

Still I wonder, where do broken dreams go?

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

December 16, 2015