Something Tells Meout of my minddisconnected embodimentlet free to roamcut loose to meanderenchanting melodies aboundtranquility relieves my soullove, or the thought of lovesuppressed in a relentless cycleeventually screaming to be heardkneeling before yousorting my heart outsilence becomes methis astral planegliding in the distanceenhanced beautyback to realityi wake upnothing ever happened
GalapagosThe Galapagos of your charms -southern hemisphere,where I want to wreck my shipand lingerequator warmon your skin, your bonesand watch the world quakelike mantis gone preying.We will make a new species,named for you,feral in the day's fresh heat -beautiful as a sunfloweror ibisand God will call itgood.
DepartureThe world hastaken you fromour firm grasp,but the painyou felt in lifehas faded away.You wait patientlyfor us to follow,to see you againin a better light.No sorrow dwellswithin in the realmin which you nowlay your head to rest.-Brian ShuffettAugust 3rd, 2010
Sometimes The Clothes Do Not Make The ManI am not the manleft hanging in the closet -the patterned plaidof slip knotmother sent for Christmasor the herringbonecaul of woolthat shrouds my skin from winter.I am not the grey flanneled stridethat steals the sidewalkfrom children jumping ropeor the cable stitched fishermanstalking the wharfand crumbling pierwhen dusk comes calling.I am but a bonescrapand a dream,a pluralof nerve and tendonthat keeps a distant profile,coaxes livingfrom these garmentsand owns the face of many.
ArtificeI would lieto myselfin order tosee whatI truly wishto believe,for I desirea realitywhich I trulycannot obtain.I cannotescape certaintruths thatI wishwere thereality ofsomeone else,someone notlike myself.I desiresomethingother thanwhat I feel;I desirea realitythat isnot real.-Brian ShuffettJune 25th, 2010
The Right Kind Of WrongYou're everything that I never wanted.You're the story I never wanted to read--You're the last one I ever would have thought of-,But you're the right kind of wrong----For me----.When I saw you,I immediately thought trouble.I promised myself I'd stay away.Who knew- I'd be fallen for you--In just a matter of days.You're everything that I never wanted.You're the story I never wanted to read--You're the last one I ever would have thought of-,But you're the right kind of wrong----For me----.You are so unreachable now,But I knew somehow, We'd always end this way.So it was no surprise--, when I looked in your eyes,And saw the words you didn't need to say.You're everything that I never wanted.You're the story I never wanted to read--You're the last one I ever would have thought of-,But you're the right kind of wrong----For me----.And I got everything, I never knew I wanted!And I loved the story I didn't want to read!I loved the thoughts, that I started thinking!But y
PrevalenceSo many lineshave beendrawn thatit's hard to tellwhat my reality,what actuality is.Am I foreverto be lost inthis illusion,or is myexistencemerely adelusive state?-Brian ShuffettJuly 23rd, 2010
RueThere was a timewhen I did notfeel so desolate,so far awayfrom life itself.This notion gripsand pulls me awayfrom one singlemoment of joy.I cannot live inthis deterioratinglandscape, whereall has fallento ash and I awaitmy chance to burn.-Brian ShuffettSeptember 2nd, 2010
RecoilA watchful eyelingers in yourcorner, dwellingupon the essenceof your elegance.Oh lustrous deity,a fear encompassesmy weary heart,a fear that you willdistance yourselffrom my open door.So swiftly does thewind blow it shut,forever blinding me;no longer may Ibehold thy beauty.-Brian ShuffettJuly 30th, 2010
DolorI despise the wayI feel when Idon't know ifthese words youspeak are real.My breathing,heavy, and sodistorted by areaction of loss.I'm only waitingto die so as tonot bear the bruntof existencewithout hope.-Brian ShuffettAugust 24th, 2010
CensureMy forced smilespeaks softlyof desperation,breaks concentration,and tears downthe walls of mysilent condemnation.-Brian ShuffettAugust 8th, 2010
The Night of Her SpiritImpending arrivalof our embraceyet for reasonsunbeknownst to me,I can smell yourscent in the night air.The wolves havegathered once againand they followclosely at my feetfor on this very nightwe search for your spirit.An apparition that hauntsthese woods eternallyand all that aredrawn into her foresthave never againseen the light of day.Though in life,our souls were as oneand as I have despairedfor three hundred years,I shall join you this nightunder the lunar radiance.Howling pierces the silenceonce held only bythe stirring windsas your ghost has beenunveiled to my eyes.-Brian Shuffett4/30/06