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