Brett Rudder: Fifteen Minutes Of Fiction

Curiosity Killed the Cat, Vanity Curioused the Preachr...

The sound
of gray perverses
the souls of this spinning sphere
Relevance! said the preacher
everything is relevant.
And vanity swings
between Jerusalem and the abyss

whatever happened to black and white?

--Brett G. Rudder

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The Effect of Time on Our Society Today....

Clocks
Read what can't be read
Say what can't be said
Tell us when we're dead

--Brett G. Rudder

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Thoughts of a Questioning Christian and Leaning Agnostic...

Full title: Thoughts of a Questioning Christian and Leaning Agnostic, Pressured by the World, the Church, and Authority

Faith

Death, and life, selfishness and love

Faith

Christian, Muslim, Athiest--

All of the above

Faith

Theology, and philosophy, religion and law

Faith

Elder, younger, middle--

Are they different at all?

Faith

Nation, and nation, be it African or Asian

Faith

My son, my love, my son--

Whose faith is the correct one?

Faith is in us all

Be we large or small

If we're to answer "the call"

For whom should we fall?

This life relies on Faith

Is that beauty or bad?

Because all is Faith

There is no true truth to be had.

--Brett G. Rudder

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On Love and Beauty

Tossed about, among the waves
Crashing in, and down and out
Drowned but, once, and twice and thrice
Chewed up and swallowed, that dirty mouth
Carelessly thrown, spewed and flung
So often, and never twice as nice
Like a whore, much and not meant
Like a criminal, strung up high and hung
With dripping satire and cold as ice
Twisted, tricked, bashed and bent
Without meaning, without relent
Be*uty lost, and l*ve is too
Gone Daddy gone, it should be here for You.

--Brett G. Rudder

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Contemplating on Worldy Posessions, Packing for Heaven, &

Though that is yours
And this is mine
Neither are ours
In the hours
Of time.

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The Auto Industry and its Effect on America

Screaming sirens sound
Through the shadow that is night
Another life is taken

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I Cannot See the Mountains

I cannot see the mountains
They are covered by the fog

And though I cannot see the mountains
I can neither see beyond

What lies behind those mountains?
What, may I never see?

For though I cannot see the mountains
I still cannot see thee

--Brett G. Rudder

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The Automobile Accident

There's danger in the evening air
As children gaze with shameless stare
Upon the mangled shape that's there
Amidst the smoking mass

A gentleman, a lady fair
Circle 'round with beauty rare
A placid day, a perfect pair
Until they went too fast

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Sir Spring

Spring, spring, what doest thou bring?
Said she to her knight
Bringst thou life and love and happiness
And make each day so bright?

Spring spring, any living thing
Said he to his queen
Doest what I bring please your shimm'ring eyes
And bathe your world in light?

Spring, spring, how canst thou bring
A world so full of love
A season full of heavn'ly joyful things
With sunshine from above?

Spring, spring, my will to please you most
Said he to his queen
I color th'world green and bring new life
For your time; anything

--Brett G. Rudder

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When Billy Played

The piano called to William, and so
He came and played upon her ivory keys
Neglecting life’s important essentials, so
Engrossed was he in the music they made
Daylight came and night light left
But still Bill sat there, addicted to harmony
Soon a guitar joined, sweet, wooden, and soft
And the harmony grew louder with every measure
After many moons a flute was heard
Softly blowing like the whispering of the north wind
The silver shine reflecting the music notes flowing
In the air above dear William’s white head
The piano was to the ear a harmonic choir
The guitar sounded like a harp, softly sounding
Every golden string, and the flute outdid the wind
Her soft breath was a lover’s whisper in my ear
As William played, the birds awoke
Daylight came in through the window, and
Caused the silver flute to glow brightly with
The music and the harmony mixing to make a song
More beautiful than the heavenly mountains of Nepal

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