Brian F. Lockard : Writing

Me and Muhammad

Me and Muhammad

A Poem by Brian F. Lockard


Sometimes I get a little political...
At the End of the Rainbow

At the End of the Rainbow

A Poem by Brian F. Lockard


Some day, We get to an age, An age where every year There are two candles on your cake No matter what An age where one stops counting ..
First Date Blues

First Date Blues

A Poem by Brian F. Lockard


First date blues
a man can dream

a man can dream

A Poem by Brian F. Lockard


She is the one She might be you The one that inspires My soul to catch fire, My ambition to become reality She is the one Who..
Chocolates, Vodka

Chocolates, Vodka

A Poem by Brian F. Lockard


a poem about love
Solitude

Solitude

A Poem by Brian F. Lockard


Solitude
She

She

A Poem by Brian F. Lockard


nature
London

London

A Poem by Brian F. Lockard


on acid, walking along the Thames
Pride

Pride

A Poem by Brian F. Lockard


My father once told meI’m not motivated,I'm worthless,SpoiledBecause I write all night,Sleep all dayThe gears up thereRun, yes,Just a touch slow..
Lefty

Lefty

A Poem by Brian F. Lockard


He wore his Livestrong band on his (left) wrist He turned (left) into oncoming traffic He left (abandoned) his two sons with a heroine junkie..

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