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something new

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 07:28:58 GMT

After a long wait and after too much energy for one night I finally wrote a new poem!!!

I eagerly await constructive criticism.

I should have appealed

Trevor Brady

I am an innocent man

dressed in assassin black.

Hands are as clean as polished slate.

I walk unknowingly condemned.

I daydream while

my last rights

are being read by a lonely

priest.

I give him a hug

like I would an old friend

(he doesn’t return the compassion)

I thank him for his time

and assure him that everything

will be alright.

His weathered tan hands rise to

support his leather face

as he turns to tears.

With a hateful smile the

burley black bully of a guard

leads me to the chair/

chamber/

chains…

I thank him for his time

lovingly grip his hand to comfort the sadness

he has yet to feel.

He blankly stares at me

he stabs a needle of burning poison in my heart

(There has been a recent policy change due

due to prisoner struggle and last second appeals)

I think I am dead…

A new self discovery

Sat, 22 Jul 2006 06:18:17 GMT

My brother and I were driving on the freeway today. The cars stopped and I stopped, but a little abruptly...

as a form of instinct (not sure where it came from) my right arm shot across and held my brother's chest against his seat so that he wouldn't jerk forward.

That was a little awkward.

lets play catch up

Sun, 09 Jul 2006 07:02:20 GMT

I never heard back about those Red Hot Chili Peppers tickets!!!
I need to call them, but I'm not sure if there is a sure fire way to confirm who I am.
I have a girl friend now.
(cue some sappy music)
I also caved and am on Myspace
(I think someone spiked my punch)

run trevor run

Fri, 16 Jun 2006 15:28:50 GMT

I am really out of shape!!
I have a small loop to run and I need to be able to run it without walking any part of the way.

I'm getting a new iPod next week!
I hate that new Keane song!

I'm a winner

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 15:33:54 GMT

Yesterday, Tabor and myself were on our way to D&M when Tabor had identified a Red Hot Chili Peppers song on the radio. Unknown to Tabor that station was holding a contest (I did know), so I called the station and won tickets to the concert coming to town. We are happy.

One more LONG week.

Tue, 06 Jun 2006 20:28:34 GMT

I'll be done with school in one week from today.
I can't wait!
When I'm academically free I will:

clean and organize my room
take a friend to a movie
read books
save money
go to auditions
go see plays
start exercising
organize my life

Currently Listening to:
"Miss Murder"
By AFI

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Thu, 01 Jun 2006 20:17:14 GMT

This will be my last poem for class tomorrow.
Give me some feedback:

Nap Time

Trevor Brady

Heart beats blood

like difibulater surge

reminding me to live

to move,

to rise.

Too much candy

too much Coke.

Lethargic

lard around

my belly

my anchor

to this couch.

Eyes slightly shut

misfired musing…

Blood beats on the brain!

“Open the window!”

Reluctantly following

the path of

the sloth I

stumble and

sink into

the bathroom to

wipe crusty sleep

from my eyes.

Yet another pointless link:

Mon, 29 May 2006 03:01:38 GMT

Here is a recording I found from a pastor to another. It's rather funny!

In other news:

I can't focus on any homework
I'm going jogging with Will and maybe Victoria tomorrow (I need the exercise bad)

I want:

Sun, 28 May 2006 02:09:46 GMT

Published?

Thu, 25 May 2006 18:47:48 GMT

I guess I was published in a magazine at the Rock Creek campus of PCC.
I never received anything in the mail though...
I guess I'll have to track it down to see if it's true.

Here is the poem I was told was published:

Conception of the mist

Trevor Brady

Immaculate Conception!

The breached birth of fog

in the dark fields beyond my fenced yard.

This is where the fog is conceived!

These scattered children of the mist

envelope our night time walk

in the cool, damp, air.

Hues of light

reflected and refracted through the eye’s

of the mist.

The body of the mist is light,

ever changing, and reforming.

Spread across the field

only to be compared to a gray angel

floating, and guarding the soft grass.

I am inspired by my gray muse

clothed in evening dew.

I lay in the grass and watch the

solo flights of the young ones

before the moonlight.

I yield

as the families of vapor cross gently above me.