Sweet Slumber

Awake in my mind, though, I am asleep.
Surely I am not?
I sit here at the peak of a scene unfolding
configuring a dream that I caught.
This soulful time is decrypted in a place
higher than my heart and lower than my mind.
Dare I speak it out?
This sound.. it ripples from my spine.
I call out in all directions.
Yes truly now I am alive!
I lay in the thick of this grass
laughing out from kisses that fall on my lips, oh,
what a sticky mess.
Just us three in my melodic trance.
You, me and the breeze of a small stepping prance.
I love you, Honey.
With a sweet, tender, hot and runny
type of love
that feels so good to kiss.
You, me and our child.
This bliss is the thought I ponder
as in a moments time it will be missed.
The youth of your smile
relaxes my heart like the sun on my chest.
I move through this moment of our serenity
as my true awakening brings in a summer mist.

~ B

An Actor's Soul

I am awake. I am alive.
I was created to give off my own vibe.
I am here because you let me be.
I am the child, out to unwind for while
and produce something for the world to see.
I demonstrate a different meaning.
My life; a record of an altered epiphany!
The director has set out to document my stages
and a wide range of emotional tendencies.
This is the body, the scene and a personality expanding.
You hear me through the melody,
peer in on my show
and see the nature of an earthy landing.
I am half of the image.
I am part of a personal descending.
In all, perhaps, I am dreaming
about the encore of an illusive ending.

~ B

Moving Shallow Waters

If I could I would write a manual "How-to"
About deepening a simple type of person.
The one who used to frustrate me
With a torturous and dominating amount of flat-lining opinion.
I would start with a simple greeting
And let you feel out my energy.
When you came close enough to be loved
I would wrap you in an unbiased intensity.
Here I am gleaming with intention
So bright I could burn out the mind with a lesson.
Supreme over-beam; third eye infliction
I have come to teach my unique perception.
Staring at me with a grounded fore-frontal mind.
Not even by touch could we understand our vibe.
This is why I am so shy.
Distance becomes clear.
Distance between land and water begins to bind.
Surface ties leave one's feeling behind..
A graveyard soul with a heart deep and supple.
Dare I demonstrate the depths of an upheaval?
Water washes onto your mind's shore.
I hit misunderstanding; resentments rocky core.
The shallow splashing moves me back into a personal sore.
I wanted to heal our soul
Because I woke up here remembering my significance.
The matrix of my pull has me lifted by a surface angel
And now I am awoken, spiritually, into existence.
I have known you for so long..
I do not care how you are doing.
I want you to spare your concepts and share
About when and where, individually, we are going.
Let us get lost in the ideas of our mind!
No more incentive for what you want to arise.
No more bossing, crossing of lines..
Or substance abuse of reckless design.
We stand here thinking, our thoughts,
Constantly yearning to ignite the nature within our spine.
Shooting up into the air
Is the precipitation that comes down as many things we share
Turning from the clouds into the breathes of our air.
Let us talk about land and water.
The silent mother and father.
Their love is not a human sentencing.
What we lack is natural intimacy.
Between me and you; all around amongst our people.
Dear Misguided; no longer try to fight it
The healing at the heart's steeple.
Let us go play not just touch our feet on the bay
While the damp sand cracks under hemispheric decay.
Let us laugh and be bright and unafraid.
The waters, the depth, right outside a shallow mind
I am calling you to attention.
I draw you near to your simple thought of being here
And ask you to relate at your own discretion.

~ B

Bohemian Night

I don't care where we are
Lying awake under the stars.
Bohemian night outside the car
In my hair is a rose for every scar.
The silhouette of your mouth in pale moon light
Dances like the soul of the road whipping against the curbside.
Your whisper is drifting.
There goes a flower in the breeze.
I think I'm lost in the scene.
Don't break me out of cover.
Do not unleash the lover.
I'd be down..down for whatever
An all natural kind of pleasure.
Bare feet kick up crumbs of concrete
I force my skin against your heat.
Smooth in ripples.. Beads I shuffle upon a band-like bracelet. 

An alignment of past regret.
I loosen my hair and the buds fly out of sight
I'll break your chain of scars tonight.
There goes a flower in the breeze.
I think I lost its meaning.
Don't break me down
Just as you grip and lift me off the ground.
Beautiful little details.
You rise up within me a choked back cry.
I watch the moon shine over the crust of the mountainside
and allow its rhythm to move through me.
It is almost as if you know me.
Your laugh is warming me by the fire
Reaching up like the smoke my heart feels a little lighter.
How far can they hear this bliss?
It travels up into the clouds
Falling upon the trees is its light tapping mist.
Passive and intimate.
This moment is a solid infinite.
I am not trapped by the past any longer.
Like a tree that lost half its battle to winter
Now the living side is stronger.
There goes a flower in the breeze.
Look at the cherry blossoms float like autumn leaves!
Into the fire flickering licks grab at buds and hiss.
How many moments will I live like this?
Your breath touches my face; sleepy and somber.
Away you go, my love,
Not a bead
Nor a rose
Not even a world resides any longer.

~ B

Upwards Movement

Lips of lists; flying by too fast.
Off the nails; a shimmering flash.
Camera catch; remembering the good times.
Using this picture of my own design.
Triangle lines in a cutting edge climb
My theories fall upon a geometric ladder.
I reach up.. up.. I reach up and grab whatever matters.
I take what I take and it's mine.
Conquer time, diamond shine, I point ahead of where I'm standing.
These heels of mine they are quality kind
And I'll move time towards a spanning.
Let me pave over waves of understanding.
On the cusp, the bridge, is a winner's reaping.
The heart of a financial beginning; obstacle leaping.
Holographic tones;
Elemental bones;
Seek soul and emotional tending.
Don't feed yourself full of what the company is lending
Or you sell your soul on the pay roll.
A life stuffed full.
I'm a no-nonsense individual
Who cuts the mold; pops the bubble wrap hold.
I leak out all for chanting!
The piñata of my pleasure, under pressure, gets what it's demanding!
As for longevity I'm saving the best for expanding.
My heart and soul will always go to a small nesting family.
I'll get out and enjoy the world,
Pack up a bit of material,
Carry in my minds eye a filtered amount of people
And a heart pumped up full, in the distance, the sound of a eagle.
Taking flight at this moment in my life
Has me watching the sun's saturated understanding.
Let there be light to guide you at any height, 
In front or behind you,
As you search for a spiritual landing.

~ B

Mysterious Man

Mysterious man.
Loving you is like loving the youth of the soul.
You carry the lessons of precious inflictions and
When overcome act out with wounded intentions.
Am I the first one to be this receptive?
I wonder in his arms at the sight he has projected.
What does he think of himself from where he came?
I see a war behind eyes of glistening beams.
Electric.
Cerebral plane;
Where he walks many hills of pain.
Sometimes.. I catch him reliving a mindset so somber
It once moved forth nations from pillage and plunder.
Separating us is
Him and her.
His ruthless crave and my gentle way
Has us caught in nature's maze.
He is only one half of the mystery.
Stature of a god; his direction fills steps relentlessly.
Definite ideas map his internal business
As secrets in the darkness of minds barricaded tranches.

Mysterious man.

Too often I find you upon this war path

Winding through turns and completely silent.

You try to find yet another way out

At odds with the world and how to live with yourself.

~ B

Get Yourself Together

When you decide for a brief moment to live free
Do not accept any form of judgement.
This space finds the raw nature of your heart
So you must be accepting of it.
Love will open; dance with the passion.
Create some strange and lasting bonds.
Give away possessions that fit you wrong.
Be good to yourself.
Let that be the only structure.
From a bind you will slowly unwind
Feeling less and less pressure.
Absorb the empathy around you
Create a better scene to blend into.
When your aligned you will feel it
And others will begin to understand.
Know that this symmetry is behind the sarcasm of a man.
A truth to believe in is the raw nature of relation.
Imagine this chemistry as the culture of our nation.

~ B

New Age Change

Left handed in a right handed world
This is how it feels to be a girl.
Five brothers; five fingers.
Praised for a simple switch of features
How do I succeed this dominant world?
I am a change.
I control the adjustment.
I can switch between thoughts and views that others are stuck with.
I feel a slight pain and the texture of a small ink filled pressure
That seeks dizzily to measure an engage in whatever.
And what's at stake with this?
I dance back and forth between the roles of past and present.
Too many times I've been at this moment
Noticed for my differences and asked to pass the torch of knowledge.
How do I get through traditional college
When my computer is faster than my teacher's teachings?
When we stop giving money to this nonsense
The new age fortune will flow more freely.
That's why I love concept activities
That's how I get all the angles
If the picture makes one hand tired
I can switch on even the slightest details.
I had to learn to co-exist with the righties.. but I see tech-therapy now evolving!
The children are born with an unbiased understanding
And know the four-year fashion show is failing.
The need for adjustment now flows more freely.
That's what happens when forced complexes let go of conscious breathing.
The dominance of time has two hands at its disposal
This logic is not dependent anymore on handing in one-sided proposals.

~ B

Fame

"I am afraid of the fame," he says,
"That lays in the distance before me.
I am afraid that the exposure will change
Alter the shape underneath my skin
And make my mind forget.. forget
Underneath is a gentle and pounding pain.
That progress will regress to make up for an achieved conquest
And I'll forget the reason I rose from shame.
That I'll get one thing only to lose another
And say I don't regret a thing.
Chasing dreams teach these American schemes!
Whose done with the material fighting?
I imagine giving my family a better life.
Shedding the skin of the child.
Bringing about a more conscious mind.
And I will only intend to change myself
To push out all that is left in me.
Moving the hands; the electric spans of fans
Finger tip to tip
Transmuting classified energy."

Our heads touching; a fused mind.
A moment locked in a loving bind.
Hold on to this self and don't escape the memories.
Heal in the knowing it scares away the enemies.
White tinted; Cinnamon scented
My words catch him in my gaze.
I am the reflection of his projection
Oh what does he think about fame?

~ B

The Sounding Flame

Televised; wide eyed.
The record for generations to come.
I am each note and you are the track.
Vis versa; nature's reflection is intact.
What a beautiful song you play, my love.
Sounding in an open room; I look beyond the window.
The piano's words are the atonement of cords
That strap me to these floor boards.
My eye lids are falling.
I lean into the sunlight.
Enclosed in the room, the sounds, the rays and the body.
I feel light-headed; the rhythm takes ahold of me.
This exchange happens naturally
My mind sees the music through.
Its harmonious touch is a layer of binding
That synchronizes our benevolent truth.
Perhaps this sounding paired with me is experimental.
An overflowing unfold of design.
In rotations the melody circles
Warming me like the sunshine.
In layers of time I become this dancing form.
The totality of an altered moment.
I am the rhythmic rings of this activated heat
As the creator of this melodic accomplishment.

~ B

Moving Forward

Don't mind my commentary.
A being caught a breeze of vocabulary.
On this cold day in May
The past shows my words the way.

In another rental; influenced by a parental
Close your mind with what you are taught.
Go to bed; shut the light off.
In a room I thought about how I really felt.
Daddy's little girl watched admiration piled upon a shelf.
A flash forward some odd years
Chocking back indescribable tears
Mom held my hand, hospital bed,
My reckless abandonment of fears.
Sitting there like she was amongst a peer
The distance between us came up short that year.
2012.
Time flipped, my mind uncaged.
In court I stood accountable and ashamed.
Now just a place in my memory.
Is a night that never made sense to me.
Blocking the door with my key and a pill
Stood grim coaxing me to strike a deal.
Forcibly blocking the seal almost got me killed
And for that I will never forgive you.
Stay away from my family
May karma fuck with your sanity
Now look what you got yourself into!
What I cannot change is true intention.
A lion heart taught me this family business.
A quality of mind given by my father
Who then left me alone to become my own warrior.
Through my clouded mind he spoke words into my heart
The heaven's he described began to tear my sky apart.
A mantra sun, many rays, protect my worldly defeat
Hugging me, loving me, moving me towards your heart beat.
Trials and tribulation will come knocking
Thump thump thump. 
What stands in doorway can be shocking.
Through the hollow wood hear my truth
Peer from the inside at my soul's worth
Blonde hair, blue eyes and a fundamental understanding.
Reality can be anything at all but a soft landing.
Away from a nightmare in the crash I left my body.
Dizzy and dazed I pressed a new print into this molding.
I have come to sit down and share over tea.
Hoping to omit the welcoming of a new memory.
Because the traces of me that once were went missing
Be careful how you judge one's past memory of misery.
Full of brave love is in knowing you.
By my words you will hear this is true.
Decisions selected next will be effected, heck,
Moving forward is the only thing I know how to do.

~ B

Dynamic Moment

I feel the water.. the pressure.
In the depths there is a change
As I dive within the fluid
I will float upon its range.
The processes of Earth are
Recycling me through.
This movement is pulling me to land.
Now I lay awake upon the sand.
A pearl of physical proof.
The sum of parental wonders.
Glistening inside and out.
Expanded potential in resonating numbers.
I internalize what I can.
Life information has me dreaming.
In the pit of my mind is a vacuum
Sucking out all that needs new meaning.
Equivalent to a black hole; my mind.
Our galaxy; the size of one.
A human that carries another
Shows how this chain is spun.
Bearing gifts of cosmic shifts
Seen in light are curves of botanical weather.
Tilted angles, stems and limbs binding..
Like petals on a flower; you to your mother.
This is full circle.
We are all played out.
I will grow as this one.
This demographic among the crowd.
I look at what I am
Patterns that lay the skin
Altered, moved, misused, infused
Categorized chemical compounds within.
Yet, in a single thought
Simple laughter is on my tongue.
My life has found its way to the moment
Arriving my mind on an equilibrium.

~ B

Round Here

Brown wood.
Green leaves.
You mean so much to me.
Smell of lavender
In a field of light green.
My mind is full of these things.
Home is where mountains surround me.
My life; in the middle of spring.
I lay in a garden
Made by nature's collection
Oh, how this valley sings!
I grip at branches
And laugh in the wind
This is the air of wild things.
The sound out here..
It could write a song.
I hear it sing.
A timeless voice from dusk til dawn.
Rhinestones on my jeans
Could outshine the sun
I try to dance away the ground
And leave a trail from where I had begun.
This place knows me,
It does,
Though not by name.
By my wild heart
It holds me safe
And won't let me slip away.

~ B

Space Travel

Life; travel.
Death; travel.
Gravity holds the hands of time.
This love line becomes malleable.
Physicality sketched on an algorithmic line.
In the skin of it.
Layers and layers.
Is a dimensional calculation.
The visions; the senses
Relocated with a renewing connection.
The growth; the nourishment.
A plan of something unexpected.
Glowing with life but in the dark..
A pulsing vessel of intellectual vibration.
Organics of proof
Share the separation of space travel.
On a plane we lay, singular.
Inner course we, together, construct our answer.

~ B

Expression of Light

Strands of metallic hair are laying on the floor.
A new age, vibrant engage,
Shows a chemical change not from the core.
Pulled out are the poor.
From inside the head comes an outside sore.
The silver lining over the shore.
My mind is the cloud that spits back into the ocean floor.
In my reflection I see a mass media projection
Constantly asking me to sit down and take a lesson.
Use all the products of progression.
Transgression through the projects
Because of an obsession with aggression
That splits already small check into sections.
I am trying to change the name of the game
But it is hard to change this mindset.
I see in the future a possibility for gain
I hope it is really written in the context.
How many opinions of an organic complex
Alter the mind of a monarch with roots absorbing all that is toxic?
A breakdown of a concept.
In a casual conversation.
Open up what was an ego with a sip of tonic.
So many ideas awaken in my mind!
I can't quite put my finger on it.
That subject I was talking about can only amount
To what feelings belong to it.
Sincerely, let us filter a friendship that is platonic.
Create a space to save face
And mirror back someone special and wanted.
No place for negativity
If only in an innocent look you'd see
That all we are trying to create, individually,
Is our own central philosophy.
This madness has us shook.
Stopping only to review the lessons and the rules
Not to loosen the screws and take a closer look.
Let us change this!
Let us be bright!
Let us open the door and release the cord
That got caught between the cage and a spacious flight!
Just remember out here you can feel the sun.
Expand the mind in this simple thought.
The rays lay on my skin and this feels extremely hot.
Oh how you gaze upon me, Light!
The pressure of the heat has my mind at this height.
Once I got into this thought I began to endeavor
A new idea and another, perhaps,
A more original way of projecting my insight.

~ B

Healing Pain

My love is eternal.
Our bond; a sleeping baby.
I fill the room with thoughts of love.
Then I close the door behind me.

I imagine the other person.
Together we have established a pain.
I see love; an internal seal is shutting.
In thought I heal what I cannot say.

This is a brisk state, my mind.
Like ice covering a water.
A vision of us; you walking towards me.
As the vault feels our presence growing warmer.

Our contrast fusses for a deep mellow.
So the ice begins to crack.
It drags emotions up to the surface.
Pooling our bond upon a spiritual track.

~ B

Spirit of Wind

There is a way to move the wind.
There is a way this is shaped without touch.
By voice shall things turn.
Uplifting what matters; uplifting us.
Feel a soft dust.
Feel the Earth's crust.
I listen to the sounds out here.
I know now how they shape us.
~
I am moving forward.
I am walking in the wind.
Up towards a stage.
Goosebumps trail the skin.
With my gut I will sing;
The stage is now filled with noise.
I can feel only who I know is there.
Fluttering through me; perfectly poised.

~ B

Bed of Orchids

The paradox of love is the devil.
Though he walks softly in the night.
He's abrasive like a hot kettle.
So I'm sure to hold him right.
His hands..
More gentle than growing petals
Reaching up in a shadowed incline.
His touch..
Like a burning water
Drop after drop under the moon shine.
He grips my hair; texture of a flower
In the garden, we stand, dead of night.
Him and I.
We are iridescent in this bed of shadows.
As are the orchids whom whisper from all sides.
The sound is heard by the soil.
The thought is peacefully intense.
I grip at the ground though it's nowhere to be found.
By the roots he has ripped my existence.

~ B

Ideal For A Sci-Fi

We get so advanced with our technology that we create them. Then our world becomes so toxic to our species (after a long chain of command) we start to become them. Researchers find a way to extract a soul (a undetectable weightless and ageless factor of human DNA through factual evolution) and inject it into a DNA-bot thus we live on the unlivable earth. It is barren and dead land. lava flows over the course and dry remains of it's shell. It is true the earth dies from the outward in like we do. Crumbling down. And at the center of it is a bubbling liquid dripping out into thin air. We are this way working on the earth for years and then realized that we could build a soul by attracting it to us from our environment as we slowly started to fill the planet with who did not pass on we realize that there are too many of them out there that we will be overpopulated. So the culture (now working as a fully developed human civilization) chooses to do an annual 'earthly soul cleanse' every year. They will continue to allow others back into a body that could not die in hopes of saving as many people as possible.  So every year a number of people get shuffled back into the deck. But some do pass on. Or at least become undetectable. Others barge through distance between us (coming to consciousness) and become group together forming a bot of 300 or more souls. Which means psychological disorders and facilities for bots as well. The ones that come back aren't told and don't know it. In order to die one must practice mental skills before death and attempt come to their final close (this means becoming undetectable) or be thrust back into the pit.
This story is about a bot who learns to become it's 'true death.'

Skin

The touch was perfect. 

Perfectly tingling senses; entwined.

Perfectly gone and not enough.

A seething moment

Where you wrapped your fingers in mine.

Rippling the roots of my hair.

Electric.

The froth of this caffeinated time.

Pulsing are chemicals.

Convulsing is the body.

Filled full, judging by my symptoms,

I am ripe as our breakfast poultry.

Taunt are layers peeling back,

Back and forth and back,

Peeling is a morning poverty.

Deprived for so long...

So soothing is this night's approaching severity. 

How tempting is my awoken wound?

This... This is the heart I wear on my sleeve. 

Woken from a cloud

I stand dribbling over you

Dream after dream.

Vanishing now is your simple touch.

So simple. 

Blush - rosy red cheeks- a child's lust. 

Cold is the release of this pleasure.

We share it in the subconscious 

Perhaps as a prosperous measure. 

Follow me into this lapsing.

Here, the mind quivers.

Shared is our gasping intake.

Eye to eye.

Allowing me to catch the light snaking down your face. 

Show me how real we are to be here.

So long have I known you

And the sensitivity of this mind state.

~ B

Riverside

A grass blade falls between my ear and my hair.

I am wondering about a world wondering out there.

I am tired, I lean to relax

My wave of hairs tickle the nape of my neck.

Here I am; there we are

Listening to the world.

It's quiet under these rays

Though the air whips by in a whirl.

The feeling is so clean here

In the distance I hear the water.

On these grassy blades I lay

Just to feel the beam of nutrients grow hotter.

Just like the blades; here we have been planted.

Our land is the expanding turf

Where we grow, sun and all, tough and productive.

I hear some children playing

The smell of a hot jungle gym lingers.

This is a place to relax

And recall the peaceful thought I have configured.

~ B

Karma

The layer that you give me.
Portrays my mind in your eyes.
But I did not give you enough
To pay me any mind.
I don't have a problem with you...
I don't...
As long as you are kind.
But if I hear behind my back
What I believe to be an open attack
I will unleash a power that will nuzzle it's way
Into your comfort of time.
It might take 30 minutes to an hour
For my thoughts to align
But believe me...
Believe me. 
Karma will grab you and begin to bind.
Wrapping around and around...
If only you understood.
I can feel your energy
And use it as my proof.
What is awaiting you?
You apologize for the sake of your soul.
But you will still have to see...
The things that have to be known.
A strategy of the mind
Makes this platform worth playing.
Be kind...
Be kind. 
Don't you have a path worth maintaining?

~ B

The Answer

Bag of marbles.

They all spill out.

So primitive for our times

These days are so tech inclined.

I see them as they tap

The floor with a physical proof

Of their gravitational pull

And realism on a roll.

Down some stairs one goes

Away from the others

Though they too begin to spread

Away from the sound; unexpected.
An accidental wave of life
Which has me spilling them
Is something of the past
That went by too fast.
I see them, everywhere.
I think about their red and white color.
They remind me of blood cells.
Remind me of my collection of sea shells.
Still moving away from where they fell,
Hitting the floor
Like a sound board
And ones are hitting others with a shatter.
And I am thinking,
'This is life.'
That is to say the pull
Of emotional strife.
Blood spilling through with a cry.
Much like in the journey of a person.
The story of her scattered movement.
A challenging push for improvement.
That is what I learned even as I looked
In the dark at the marble,
Down on a stair the glass appears.
Like a star.
Shining bright from an angle.
Like a sun, the planets and a linear untangle.
Hanging so heavily
Is the movement of sound...
I hear it like a whisper
As the spheres find

Their placings on the ground.

~ B

Appetite For Understanding

Over written; over done.
Tired of writing through pain.
Overcome.
The linguistics of a life quiz
Understood.
Only if you take time to read.
Wish you would.
I wish you'd learn about it
Thought food.
Fill your mind with new ideas.
New mood.
Pass the tests of the kids.
Soup stewed.
Bring a glass to the table
Full of ice cubes.
Something to refresh
And fill you with revisions.
Bring you to a heated debate
And avoid a head on collision.
I wish you'd see the world
Eye to eye; a truly better vision.
To simply not agree
Can be an unthoughtful decision.
I want to understand you.
Don't walk away from this kitchen!
We have to eat; we have to work...
We have to chop and make incisions.
Let's indulge;
And aborb a new beginning.
Let's try the food of a new world.
Order among the people living.
The digestion of a fight
In finding our own freedom
Is the responsibility of new time
As a liberated kingdom.

~ B

Slaughter

So I say;
What you don't see
In the muscle, tissue and fat..
What you don't see
Is sensory.
The vibrations; at that.
The mentality.
An understanding.
The electric shot of anxiety.
What you suppress is the seething
Of an animal that fights in
A cramped delusion of society.
What is the sanity of our peace?
It keeps perspective
And maintains order.
It keeps us at bay
From becoming the prey
Of any massive slaughter.
If we do it to them
It rounds back around
And by the fear shall we be crazy.
Not geniuses, no,
Something much more profound.
Served up with a thin splash of gravy.
So I say;
If you eat the meat of fear
Very soon, you shall become it.
That is the work of a violent dream
And what can be created from it.

~ B

The Perfect Song

And there I was, half asleep,
Listening to my mind.
When I heard a sound
Peculiar in its majestic line..
Peculiar in a blaze.
As the noise continues to heat
I am lead to attention.
A crispy path of punctual feet.
Suddenly I am curious,
Wandering about to the beat,
I find the song has me
Seared clean of speech.
He came to me in a song
Mixed with culture
Managed in design
Written with an intimate infrastructure
That torches the fields of my mind.
Ablaze is my awakening
Oh, play me the notes of my path!
I cry to you, my beauty,
You hold me within your wrath.
This hear..now it has me.
Its flames light my chaotic epiphany.
From your beam is a sweet burn.
Forever hold me in your eclipsing melody.

~ B

Earth Eye

The Earth.
The cord of our cry.
Many a creation.
We are the eye.
We see the truth
And think it is not.
And film with our sight.
Reflecting what we are taught.
You are an outlet thinking,
Walking and exchanging the world.
Itself for itself for itself.
Renovating a directed whirl.
Here is a breath.
That is one of many.
As seen from a stance.
Is imagery of an elemental visionary.

~ B

Value Of The Sea

Money waits for me.
It has kept me vibrant today.
It waits like I do for the beach.
Where I will sift through sand on the bay.
And it uses me
Much like the ocean.
Pulling me into my dreams.
Lapsing away only to come in again.
I will collect at high tide
Where on the shore line
Water splashes the rock side.
So I can treasure
The large pool of green.
A hundred, billion, trillion harvest!
Yielded by a fortunate scheme.
You can swim if your broke
You can come along with me.
If we work for nature
We will find the profit of the sea.

~ B

Allure

A suit over white linen,
'Au Ravior !'
Lips of tight skin in
A masculine aura.
That brand is timeless
Aged by his expression.
He clenches his jaw
Scoping the view with intention.
The look of a hard earned pension.
One that is well-mannered.
Going through a mental checklist
Of the needs that he openly catered
To; the man who cannot see me
For I have hidden away too well
But when he makes it over here
I will direct my nonphysical spell.

~ B