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