Radio Dream

(Alicia Keys)

It doesn't matter where you are.

(Wale)
Dreams that forever bind you.

(Alicia Keys)
It's always been written in the stars.

(Wale)
Moments of art.
The memories that find you.
Here to remind you that
it doesn't matter where you are.
The rhythm entwines
And if you tap in
What starts to happen
Is the magical part.
Yawh...
The magical part.
Yeah, yeah...
(Lana Del Rey)
I sat there dancing in my heart
With my back turned to you
Feeling those low.. low tones of your voice
Flicking breath beats off my back.. 
Notes that drew down my spine.  
A voice in soft kisses; leaving a personal imprint.  
It was enough for me. 
To know one day 
I would look back 
And miss this.

(Wale)
Not enough for me;
The memory I'm obsessed with

Want to give me time?
A tripped up type of investment.

(Radio station)
".. She lives in the northwest.  In a city of beauty and distress.  The call to reestablish her expression; its beauty- her's to master.  She gets to make her art right here.  Right here marks the birth of a new U.S.  She will rejuvenate a graffitied past.  It's written in the bricks of this city.  Held under the nape of the neck.. within her breast. All hope for humanity restored to its best."
Polishing the bones.

The bricks.  

The surface.  

The beginning of a city; a calling to verses.  

Rhythmic tones you are the healing stones written in.  

Graffiti of the foundations beginning at the surface.

December 18

Peace

I am in the space
Of non-linear light.
I am in the space
In the dead of night.
Can I awake it?
The darkness inside
Has plagued my head
With the living dead
That which I turn to embrace instead.
Oh my hardened eyes.. my teeth at bite.
Retry the height.
Better yet,
Rebuild the Law of Sight.
In the reconciliation of me
I grab the star in my head
Immortal mischief is dead.
Crow of my great kindness
Cannot be fed.
"The starving of its life."
The weeping willow said.
Hard as led.
I leave a resin in your mind.
Planted a seed in barren field..
I release your life in perfect time.
The wheel of your mischief
Will be redesigned.
Just another chapter of mine.
I am going to move on.
Abrupt with dark angles
I leap of the mountain top
To magnify how I untangle.
I expand far beyond
Any road map of mine.
My resurrection is sealed
With a silent expansion sign.

~ B

Love; the truest trigger

The initiation of predisposition
Love;
As a cosmic fire.
A truest manifesting
The purest
State of mind.
The integrated form of desire.
Ammunition;
Oh does it propel us
Into the future.
Oh, grand fortune
Pooling up inside
Would you be so kind
To tell me
How the purest state of mind
Turns deadly
In its malicious?

Flowing easily
In my own decay.
How do I become
So embellished?
Let it shine through
Each century
Of doom.
Let me conquer
That of me;
So rebellious.
Digging out time
That is love and
The jewel of its foe.
Shimmering by
Ever thine
Ever unknown.

I move through the slots
Of your heart
And your
Thoughts.
I russian roulette
To your throne.
In your practice
Your art
Your intricate
And tender part.
Oh there is more to gain
Though you're so smart
Still it's stone.
What cannot be taught
Is the sentiment part
A trascendent
Dart
A shot in the dark
There; will I ever
Be known?

Burrowing in
Blood of men
It moves inside
The pull to begin.
It trickles down
Your limbs
Can I be the amend
And the collision?
What is coming for you
You block with
The thought to choose
Because of loss
Through living spirit.
You can try to pretend
As you run with the wind.
I carry you
To the end
Towards one death
Into the next oblivion.

~ B

Grounded

Shake and shift
The sound of a repetitive bliss.
That is the radio playing there
As a steady breeze moves through my hair.
I am traveling towards
Whatever takes me in.
I move forward.
I look onward.
The sunlight dances on my skin.

Rising up,
Breathing in,
I lay in the warm grass.
I'm trapped in the heat of it.
Grounded at last.
Let me feel my own self like this.
Those eyes,
The way they look,
What do I see that cannot be spoke?

Dancing now,
Elemental movement bound,
Let me fall in love
With the rhythm of this sound.
In the presence of the deep
I dip into the rush
It cascades over me
And this glistening feels good enough.
What is present?
Dripping from my fingers now.
What is heaven?
The essence circulating all around.

I go in,
I go under,
I am but a speck in the slender.
The way you touch me
Makes me feel like
I've finally found enough.
Your whisper moves down my spine
The good kind
Of speechless hush.
The parting of the forest
Was the edge of my forever moment.
I honor it
As if I had always looked for it.

~ B

I Am The Diamond

The paradigm of a diamond's shine
Is a three edged life
Embellished in the depths of time.
The sorting of this creates an infinite spine.
Every day is a year of mine.
Every day just appears in line.
The alignment of this moment
Is a speck of my DNA twine.
It is a crushing pressure design
Pulling me through endless black shells
Of broken carbon binds..
Bound is me
In a trail of surface mines.
The energy comes from within.
It puts me into position.
I was the coal,
The cavity, of my own discipline.
Who became my own initiative.

~ B

Goodbye

The sunset on the last soul is silence.

Is peace. 

Your outline is stamped
In the light of the trees.
Within the decending
A lining of gold
And the crescent progressing
Is winding upon your mold.
The soft sweeping away

How agile and unsettling.
May it be in your decay
The sky with which you are wrestling.
This last sunset
You can bet will be the one that
Spirit sees you through
Closing into oneness.

~ B

WE

Effortless projection
Mannered from heaven
How to see him as my thought
When he is a material matrix.
What is this that phases me?
Pulls me in.. pulls me under.
The unknown
Digressing in him
His celestial wonder.
Eyes of fire; my soul ignited.
I ease into the movement of
The dance we had started.
Laughing out the madness
Avoiding the tempting measure.
I'll keep my energy for now.
In the light of our days I'll treasure.
I feel my body charging..
Absorbing his thoughts and dreams.
I am intimate with what he says
In awe of this evolving being.
He respects himself.
He listens for my heart.
I aligned with a truth
The one who embodies true art.

~ B

Instrumental

Is this the song of the rain?
Tapping on the seal is a choir so tame.
Spread forth from the humming breath it began.
I go out to see the chorus a knit.
My world is weaving with the symphony of it.
Tapping within me are blessed chords.
In the hymn my attention keeps warm.
I hear the words and they hear me,
What is speaking is distant,
In my silence you chime steadily.
Washing my soul
Taps your earnest
So bold.
Does your beat tell
The droplets that fell
To captivate those
As they walk through it?
Does the song of rain
Have emotion to gain
Though the language
So tame
Few will hear it?

~ B

Time After Time

What a beautiful thought
It was
To hold in my arms
To caress the skull
Smile into the eyes
Everlasting
Yes this moment is mine
I captured it
A rotation of design
How beautiful is this
Oh frame after frame
A bloom I unwind
The image of you came
And as this unfolded
My mind was exposed
A flowering expression
Passing by just as it arose
Thistles out
Grim beauty digressing
There it goes
Becoming in time
A cognitive trove of mine
Where memory petals go
Who will ever know?

~ B

Untitled

Who is it that awaits
The initiation of self?
Whom apprehends placement
So tenderly?
Chained within
I walk this body of dreams.
Out I breathe
The same breath I am in.

 ~ B