20Seven by Marc D. Brown Read Free Book Online

 
     
    To everybody who downloaded my first book, thank you. You’ve all helped keep me motivated enough to write this second collection of poetry so soon and also I have recently started to write a story which will be an exciting challenge for me as it has been a while since I’ve attempted to do so.
     
    ‘20Seven’ to me is a lot darker than my previous book ‘An Introduction To Marc D Brown’ as that was more of a look into the way I think and the type of things that run through my head: it was the most honest introduction I could have given.
     
    ‘20Seven’ is more in depth and I hoped to have pushed some of my own boundaries and I hope it reads that way to you. Yet again the book does involve certain aspects of my life but many other pieces are just based on my thoughts and topics that the masses think about, or have to deal with in life.
     
    I chose to call the book ‘20Seven’ because this year (2012) I’ve reached the age that some of my idols died, 27, and it really made me reflect on my past and look towards my future. When you’re a kid 27 seems forever away, it sounds old but now I’m here I just feel the way I did when I was 16. When I’ve talked to older people they feel the same too, they still feel the same as they did in their minds as they did when they were 16-18, hearing that from people definitely dispersed my fears of growing old.
    I’m happy to know that , inside, I’ll still be the same laid back daft kid I was back then.
     
    I hope you enjoy reading my second collection of poetry.
     
    This is ‘20Seven’.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CONTENTS
     
    A Prayer For The Realist
     
    The Silver Tongue Stops
     
    Wreck Of A Sun
     
    Phantom
     
    Strangers Online
     
    Monday Morning
     
    Feast From A Kill
     
    Devastation
     
    Mortality
     
    A Colourful Creation
     
    A Falling Star
     
    A Disaster Unfolds
     
    Blank Stares & Crooked Smiles
     
    Family Ties
     
    Apparent Victory
     
    It’s Time That Lets Me Down
     
    The Note
     
    The Riddle
     
    The Office
     
    The Most Beautiful Thing
     
    A Portrait Of Disaster
     
    Lover-Boy Butcher
     
    Tapped Out
     
    It’s Not The Falling That Kills You!
     
    The Anchor
     
    No Rest For The Wicked
     
    The Local Dealers
     
    God Only Exists In Man(How I See It)
     
    A Tongue Full Of Bullets
     
    Lifes Own Style Of Water Torture
     
    A Note In My Diary
     
    Just A Thought
     
    I’m Bored
     
    The Fraud
     
    A Blind Desire Deemed To Fail Again
     
    No More
     
    Love Hurts
     
    The Big Climax
     
    Think
     
    The Ghost Inside Me
     
    iFix
     
    Not What It Seems
     
    Not The Right Way
     
    The Recipient
     
    Organ
     
    Feel Love
     
    I’m Still Waiting
     
    ...It’s Complicated
     
    Closer To Me
     
    Take A Load Off
     
    Can’t Rely On Time
     
    That Lasting Battle We Call Life
     
    Tune In
     
     
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    ENJOY!
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

A Prayer For The Realist
     
    Have faith in me my child!
    For I am the one who holds the key.
    Have faith in me my child!
    Your sins are forgiven, you are now free.
    Have faith in me my child!
    For I am the one, the mystery.
    Have faith in me my child!
    I am the almighty and not a being.
     
    My faith is lost oh lord!
    How can I believe in what I can’t see?
    My faith is lost oh lord!
    If you exist then why do we bathe in misery?
    My faith is lost oh lord!
    Your church is built on foundations of hypocrisy.
    My faith is lost oh lord,
    and you are nothing but a theory I refuse to believe.
    My faith is lost lord!
    I’ve grown up and I accept that this is all there is.
     

The Silver Tongue Stops
     
    The only sound in my ear tonight
    is your voice.
    Burning out until the morning light,
    I sit and wait and wonder.
    Do you really have any clue?
    Any idea of the time