Written Forms

The mountains.
The curves of the Earth.
Body to hands.
Moving, turning, taunting, crashing.
With winded fingers weaving
Soft surfaces for breeding.
Hybrid minds with animal binds
In the complexities of our humane kinds.
Lively, with a colorful truth
Are a few spoken shades of grey.
Told only in stories
Are our provocative glories.
Here is a pencil; write a line
Unfold a memory of an ancestor's shrine.
Near to the future; moreover is a vision
A fire igniting
The pain of a decision.
Appearing is a book
Reflecting a soul's anonymous look.
This is spiritual breaking
We have hearts broken.
Awake now
We have awoken.
Behind us the eternal vault splits open
On our land we are running
Grounds of change are erupting
Life, a fast dream, jumps off the ledge
Once a child's prayer and pledge
Dear Self of the Future..
How do I teach myself to nurture?
To evolve with life.. the things left unsaid
The point matters only to finish the lead.

~ B

Manner II

Descended, unfathomable

And forever one is changed

The living cannot say

What awaits outside the cage.

Not that one is trapped, though,

Strictly limited is human movement

Heaven & Hell as ideas

Staged in our physically embodied union.

Mind & Matter

Some believe whereas I do not

That a human could know fate

And still be living within limited thought.

~ B

Air

To my first born
To my small child
From the nutritious part of my mind
I will feed you the most delicate truths.

Without bias or hate
I have brought you outside
And we have traveled away
From the buildings that hide us.

My precious,
Beneath this sky
Within the complexity of those waves
Is the voice of the air.

The breaths that made us
The raw form of our geno,
Our skin that turns taunt
In the mixtures of exposed environment.

Feel the embrace of the moment
In your silent thought
Expanding and contracting
The known unknown.

Tender is your hand
On my shoulder as we sit quietly
Let us look at the birds
And label not their form.

Take no note of their nature
Only at awe of their stature
The captivation of this moment
Spins in non-thought.

Let us touch a bird
Watch its eyes as they watch us
And in passing time
Away it will drift.

Much like you
In the breeze of nature
Grow with no labels
I will cast them out!

Pluck them like harmful staples
The words that claw into you
The hands that hold you down
You will be free to soar.

Sleeping now; soft is your breath
Like the wind the mind drifts away
Your shape cradled in its sound
Your dreams take flight; your body stays.

~ B