Bradley Jon DeLoatche » Poetry and Musings

Bradley Jon DeLoatche — Sun, 11 Jul 2010 17:56:42 +0000

Create

Bradley Jon DeLoatche — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 07:11:16 +0000

people = government > business

Bradley Jon DeLoatche — Thu, 03 Jun 2010 06:11:34 +0000

Death dark dogs are sleeping in the grass
and the middle one stirs whenever I walk past.

You mock the world as your cigarette burns
as you talk talk talk what you’ve never really learned.

Your simple mind thinks it’s so smart,
but you don’t know you’re blind. You were born in the dark.

Just like a teenager, you know it all,
but less than an infant in names on the wall.

Maybe you’ve read words made you ripe to cast stones,
but what rocks have broken your bones?
What boulder’s rolled over your home?
What rocks have broken YOUR bones?
What rocks have broken YOUR bones?

Cry about nothing, and Father Time will shout,
“I’ll give you something to complain about.”

ideas for dreams

Bradley Jon DeLoatche — Mon, 10 May 2010 23:24:14 +0000

Imagine a place out of land’s site, in the middle of the ocean. Waves are forming. Each is following the next. They are perfectly curled waves. They are all aiming to crash in the same spot. Just before each crashes, they hit an invisible wall and the water rides it up into the sky. This is where rain is made.

I am in the middle of the southbound lane on the nearest interstate. I notice the trail of dotted lane lines dividing the lanes. So, I place my left foot in the middle of one of the lines, put my hands in the air, and lean south into a cartwheel. Hand after hand and foot after foot, each land perfectly in the series of endless dotted lines. I can cartwheel faster than the traffic. I can make it to the Keys in no time.

A younger me went to Publix with my Mom. Before she started shopping, we went to the party department and ordered some helium balloons. We ordered twenty green balloons on strings. While they were being prepared, I sat down and took off my socks and shoes. My mom handed the balloons to me one at a time until I finished tying one to each of my toes and fingers. Now it was time to get some shopping done.

My Threadless Design

Bradley Jon DeLoatche — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 17:52:14 +0000

Threadless is a awesome site of user submitted t-shirt designs that are only printed and sold based upon votes. Please check out my design and give me some love.

A Funny Thing

Bradley Jon DeLoatche — Wed, 07 May 2008 11:58:31 +0000

I was walking down a street in Tampa with two friends. A homeless-looking man noticed us and asked for a quarter. We dismissively admitted that we had no quarters to spare. “C’mon, you’re tellin’ me that between the three of you that you don’t have a quarter!?”, he hounded. I responded, “We’re not standing that close!”.

Deep Conversation

Bradley Jon DeLoatche — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 20:45:56 +0000

Hi.
Hello.
How are you?
I’m fine, and how about you?
That’s good. That’s good. I’m fine too.
What is it you like to do?
I hang with my friends and I eat food.
What a coincidence, me too, me too!

Backpacking

Bradley Jon DeLoatche — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 17:52:22 +0000

I can smell the dirt here is moist and settling amongst the roots of the loblolly pines and live oaks. I dig with my hands and run my fingers through the earth. Mixing with the night air it turns to perfume and dances up past my face. Hiking between the old giants that whisper overhead and hold hands underground, we go silently. Through the natural crowd is our spot between the ponds. This is my home away from home. I sleep at peace on this moonlit ground.

Hello world!

Bradley Jon DeLoatche — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 23:19:16 +0000

Do you think you are the most aware person you know? When I was little I went through spells of thinking how everyone else was just a robot; and the world was put here solely for my amusement. I can’t specify what made me stop thinking this. Perhaps it was all of the consequences I would run into when I would do things like tease the dog. No, that is not an innuendo.