A Dream of Salvation

For many days I walked

Farther than the eye of man could see

Farther than the people could fathom.

Passing through sand and dissipating stone

I find myself near the ledge of a  mountain 

And take rest on a rock.

My body whimpers under the beat of the sun rays

As it was mid-afternoon 

A time of discomfort in the heart of the desert.

I rest my head

An instant that rekindles a flame in my heart

The one that brought me to this place.

I am compelled to close my eyelids; to pray

I send my signal toward to universe

And abandon my own line of thought.

I ask for the blessing

That I may help the people suffering

In this land of the world.

From the elevation of this place 

Where land looks like split lips and blood

Where the people starve even in the light of day.

I request with my own heed

For the sins of all people

That lay silent in the heart of the land.

Given the grace of connection

I acknowledge God and I am ready

I ask to receive all the pain.

All at once, I feel what the people had suffered from

So that their hearts would love 

And their bones would stay strong.

As a servant of the Universe

I came from a light to fill the gap

Between the common and the extraordinary.

To decipher that we are created equal 

But not the same

As I ached I took the depths of all.

For a moment there was peace
For a moment the Earth took rest
For in that moment I was the salvation of all.

12/17/2012
~ B

A Sleep Story

Laying properly on my side

I am awake in my mind, 
I am awake.

My mind leads me to a field.

In the distance,
the sun dances off a house.

Inside I see a familiar face
Many children

This house keeps me for the night

I lay down to sleep

But my body is restless

So I wander outside
And gaze upon a sea of stars.

A pond is what I drift to next.

I stare into the water

as a man interludes me.

A writer, a husband, a cross dresser

He approaches in heels

From his jacket he pulls three majestic stones

‘Take these to the end of the world’ he says

Handing me the glowing rounds, he dissipates

This image leaves my eyes

I become a visual movement of my own

I watch as I turn to the edge of the pond
Placing two stones into the Earth

But the last one I want to hold

I bring it to my mouth

A lush bite is filling

Unaware I have traveled back to the house

I suddenly realize what I need to be doing

In a moment I am running

Time is not closing

My mind is

I trip into the water

Reaching out my palm
With the round that is left

Dipping my soul into it

As the glowing rounds circulate the Earth

My mind flows into the stream

My consciousness is awakened.

12/11/12
~B

Hypnic Jerk

A lesson learned

A story told

Let the prophecy unfold

In the nights around us

Listen for a melody
That can carry a soul

I hope this one speaks to you

Hear me in the brim hours

When you look at no one to hold

And you blink heavy

Not a thought in mind
Carried into sleep
By this gentle rhymn

And you begin to drift

Where did everything go?

The question is to you

The answer is unknown.

12/11/2012
~ B

Welcome To The Valley

Dear Reader,

Fall is here!
You know it by the chill in the crisp Northwest air, here in Oregon.  Also, of course, by all the vivacious leaves that are loosening and descending in this City of Trees.  It is here I have lived, surrounded by mountains, for the past 20 years.  In this small town, the people are friendly and actually sleep at night.
I have only ever been a student of this quiet place.  I attend school at Eastern Oregon University.  I am currently studying college literature, art and music.  In my spare time I laugh with a few friends, put to use some recreational fun and sip cold peppermint mochas.

As a born Language Arts enthusiast, I have acquired a case of endless pondering.  I started writing when I was very young to record my personal progresses.  Outside of diary entries, the earliest pieces I put together was made into a series called "Books of Isaiah."  As a 3rd grader, these small cuts of printing paper and pencil notations were, to me, about a journey of a young boy, Isaiah, who could talk to animals and he went to heroic extents to save them.

Writing transforms emotions into eloquent confinement.  As my passion for words has developed I have explored many genres.  It wasn't until I discovered poetry that I found a true place that creates my consciousness effortlessly.  Written word is transcendent for me now.  The melodic trans in which each piece is crafted from is something I cannot explain in our current language.
The stories and discussions that are a result from my fluid escapades are but fragmented glimpses into my life.  They also are an extended experience into your own.  May these pieces move you on a trek towards your inner most thoughts about self discovery.
I have created this blogspot to continue my journey towards the point of my work.. which is you!  I enable you to indulge in my vast and mindful literature.  You will witness scripts that are 100% originally from me.  Edits and wording are meticulous to the point of current limitation in my knowledge of correct English.

~ B