ANTIUS777

THE IMAGINATION OF BRIAN FATAH STEELE

Here I've posted 3 of my more well received poems. I tend to use a lot of symbolism and abstract thought in my poetry. I think about my words often set to music.

"DROPS OF FOREVER"
I could never love the idle dead
Bring me back to the questioning part of this drama
Hope springs eternal in this little brittle game
I thought I told you that before during winter
Crash the course, make us that much closer to the story
You tried to give in but I couldn't fathom it
You've racked up enough points so far
Escape doesn't seem like betrayal this time
I'll write this down so you can remember the words
You take me back just so I can make a promise
Just so I make a mark on your valid world of beauty
Bask in the monster that you made out of the day
Not half as good as the time you ruined our senses
You want to be the one in control of the universe
It's not a matter of luck, just a matter of love
Dive right on into the sea, it will wash you clean
Blame me for all the things that have broken
And all the stolen articles of our alphabet
I feel the heavens closing in as we speak
So dance away little one, it doesn't matter
The kings and queens have all left for the night
And we can search for the reasons later on
Can you sing any louder than you scream?
I would love to hear both...
This fantasy is a final reminder of the dead
When you could care about the past
Tiny drops of forever that seem like sunshine
Glisten off your face in my time of need
Making you so much closer to a thing of beauty
Would I worship you as needed
Or break you down like my whore?
You so rightly deserve both in my opinion
No matter which way your voice goes
I was walking with the ghost of expressions
The authentic taste of villains in my mouth
But you could have been something grand
Divided in the room made out of quiet
The maps place you directly in my path
And I feel fine with this selection you've made
It's been a pleasure to know your insides
Discover they are as black as I thought
Crafted to be the tool used in my demise
But I still find you beautiful even though you're diseased
But I still find you beautiful...

"I'M STILL DREAMING"
When the sun came up
I remembered the dream that I had
It was all about you, all about you
You were so delicate there in your white dress
And your black curls danced like a halo
Around that angel face
Your bright eyes sang me a song
About longing, about loneliness
And I listened to your lullaby
As you cradled me in your arms
My head in your lap, staring up at you
Thinking about the poetry you would inspire
So try and recall what I whispered to you
About how your beauty was terrifying
When I first caught a glimpse
And how I'll do my best to stay alert
Around all the monsters that travel
Down this path of mine
Now there are no perfect endings
Except for the ones I write
But this is my bit of prose
So I'll tell it as I see fit, my dear
Just keep on laughing and we'll be fine
I know you're not convinced, but
That's all right with me
I don't need the universe in my hand this time
Just a little piece of what's right here
And I'm still dreaming...
There are moments when I don't believe
In much of anything anymore
Thank you for shinning a light in my shadow
Thank you for being so bright
Even if I'm intimidated, even if I'm insane
And that awkward way that I stumble
In your presence, your highness
I think you may know why now
Or perhaps there's another word
For how I feel when I see you
Besides...
And the sun came up
I remembered the dream that I had
It was all about you, all about you





"DESIRE TO BE STILL"

So cruise on by real subtle and seductive
My beautiful dancing delusion
All the king's horses and all of his men
Couldn't bring this fucker down
Because you're too much of a good thing
And that you've finally had enough
Of useless sunsets and happy endings
You see...
History books tell the best tales
And words of treason that were spoken
Archers raise your weapons
Take aim at everything
Now it's time for one last profound thought
Too bad it won't come from me
Why can't you just rest your fingers
Somewhere against my face
Make it feel like rain drops
So we can pretend this is natural again
I have no desire to be still
Not when your machine is unjust
Running, smoking, screeching away
At some point this all must end
We have so many moments left to spare
Never stray from these heroics
Listen to me, I sound like your father
So tell me something so typical
Something that will keep me up at night
I have something that tastes like an escape
Teach me a new word for it
Maybe it wasn't our fault
Maybe I was spitting sweetness in your ear
Instead of laying out decoys for destruction
Ink spills ruin your new wedding dress
And that blackness matches my heart
But they say silence is golden
It illuminates your eyes so very well
Travels the length of your porcelain flesh
Leaving its mark upon me
Marking me red, marking me dead