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"Bryan's Somewhat Ballad" ©



Tell me a true story

that’s locked away on the Moon

from tearful times to glory

before it shall disappear soon.



And once my chrysanthemums lay athwart

in my secret, tiny glen.

Inside my mind and heart,

the memories we have spent.



Then perhaps onwards to the desert

where the friendly Sun has lain;

in which none may hamper

or delude his love’s lost refrain.



Then travel on to the beach.

The littoral silence under moonlight

to view a forgotten face in dreams:

My friend.  My brother from insight.



Finally to my quaint garden

where I’ve fallen no where to run

With me are those ruby roses

Grown from old nostalgia.



Once again in my reality

awakened but not in glum

Bryan’s somewhat ballad released

yet drowned with sweetened drubs



…of yesteryear and before again…

my ballad of forgotten times.







"When I find myself fading, I close my eyes and realize my friends are my energy." -  Anonymous



After reading Phil Carione's !Lost Friendship! tonight, I've written about a very very very old friend I will never forget. But I think that person has forgotten me.



A little about it, when I was younger, I had the courage to speak up for myself afterwards because of him (I was a shy person back then) and I thank this person for being the one to help me out. If I got to meet this person again, know what I'll do? I'd give this person a friendly hug and say thanks for what you've done. I remember this person a lot. And to tell you the truth, I have excellent memory. I can remember faces from the past very well or memorize things with ease. I have photogenic memory but that's a different story. I guess I was born with it. Aside from the digression, I don't understand why this person sticks out of my memory bank so well. And last night I had a dream about spiders, rain, and this very person. Very strange, the mind is you know?



It was back in the fifth grade, Language Arts class. I remember well. I think this person was in the fourth grade. And I believe I'm older than this person. One thing I can remember was that this person was very nosy. LOL! Not in a bad way but in a good, highly affable way. This person would ask me (and once again, like I said, "I have extremely sharp memory"), things like: "What do you do everyday?" or "Do you have a library card?" Questions like these bombarded me everyday in class. I just smiled and nodded. Answered what the person wanted and smiled some more. But it was fun you know! I got to open up because of this person! I learned to not be shy. But this person from what I remember has a strange sense of humor. One time this person asked me: "How do you spell 'little' ?" I said, "L-I-T-T-L-E." He said, "Ha ha! You said tee-tee! (Titties the person meant)" I looked at him saying to myself "Um, okay" and laughed. Another time this person asked, "Do you eat buffalo chips?" I didn't know what it was so I said yes, "Ya, of course." He laughed and I found out that buffalo chips were actually buffalo fecal matter, or to be blunt, buffalo shit! He'd tell me lots of things in his life though I don't know why. Like for example, he told me personal things like, "I'm going to have a baby brother soon" and so and so forth. Yup, memories like these I can remember clearly. LOL! This person was really strange but I liked him. I always wondered even today: Where did he come up with those strange topics? Does he have a sick sense of humor somewhere in his head as a kid? LOL! Anyways, good laughs to remember. Makes you feel warm inside to remember an old friend.



Oh! There was this one time in language arts class we had this little spelling competition. You know, where the class is divided into half. So what happened was that I was on one side he was on the other. What we had to do was we were given a word and we have to spell that word by writing it on the board as fast as we could. Whoever wrote the correct spelling the fastest earned a point for their team. Here was what happened. After going, I don't know, one or two full rounds both of us ended up against each other. Now this is the part I have to laugh at. We we're given some word, I don't remember what but when we both wrote it was freaking frantic!!! In the end, (ahem), like always I won (sorry, I'm being a little pretentious! LOL!) but with him I won against him by a hair. I can tell he was really competitive with me. Like he wanted to match up to me. I have no problem with that. I guess I wasn't "alone." That's why.



The only problem with this person is that I've lost touch with him over the years. It's been about fifteen years since I've last seen or spoke to him and I can never find him again no matter what I did. Sad huh? I looked up to like a brother even though we're not related. It's funny. I haven't seen him in for long but I really do miss him.



I'm sorry you had to go to such tedious lengths to read this. I'm just a little bored and lonely tonight. Thanx once again whoever you are!