Sunday, February 28, 2010

Blind of Ear

Blind of Ear

I hear you out there
I hear you in there
I hear you all over
I hear you in everything my ears are for
I speak of you kindly
Even though you can be cruel
Even though we don’t add up
I avoid others
I avoid myself
I avoid the waking world
I avoid the speeches of negativity
The rhetoric
The hypothetical
I’ve never seen better lips
What comes out of them hurts sometimes
What comes out of them kills sometimes
Your hands
Have another way with words
They can be pretty cruel too
I’ve been with you because you are real
I think
For now… a break… not for good
For now my bedtime on anyday is my Friday
I welcome a day of hard labour
It keeps me from hearing how much I miss you.

- Bran.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Somewhere Else

Somewhere Else

Not all there
Don’t have to be
Don’t need to be
Prospects are numb and undefined

Letting loose
Shifting the patterns
Making, forcing things to work
Just for you
If you are ruthless, do it with grace
Do it without being vicious
Rule with kindness, crush with love
Way more powerful than material weapons
Weapons without bullets
Bombs that only detonate as a new understanding
An understanding that
sometimes, some times somewhere has a thought
Keeps you way ahead of the game
Keeps you way ahead of the game
No matter what is said about you. Your way.
It works for you,
it works very well
Its just the others that may not see
They don’t hold the balance of power although they may put on that poker face.
- Bran.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Angelic Frustration

Angelic Frustration

Quite content to know that they don’t get it
It slays the heart and mind slowly
but its sweeter that way
It bleeds you slow like a parasite, a leech
The anger, the frustration of the angelic state of mind
Watch the soulless, the souldead, walk around in blissful ignorance
If ignorance is bliss why do they seem so unhappy?

I may have it all wrong.
My process may be all jazzed up, but I feel fine.
It just gets tight.
Frustrating to be a third eye blind visionary in a world that only sees the green of numbers on watermarked paper.
I must be way off.
All I feel is Universal Love.
That and the white knuckled urge to slam my head into cinder blocks to knock some sense into the sighted ones.
Then again I don’t know from funny.
And
I don’t understand
That may be wrong
Maybe
I just don’t have a clue where to go anymore.
But I’ll get there
Wherever the hell there is.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Blame Game

Blame Everything and Everyone

Blame yourself
Blame your friends
Blame that spider for dying after it rained
Blame superstition
Blame the sun
You need an excuse these days
You need some kind of rationale for this shit
Even when something beautiful happens
Blame the orchestration of the party for the reason you poop
Tell them its their fault you had a good time
Blame the size of the plunger for the backed up toilet
Blame something, anything for that allergy
Sue any one who doesn’t cover their ass
Hide from anyone who throws the blame at you
Shift it on to them deviously
Keep blaming
It’ll get you further
Just try to be nice about it
Or you’re to blame.

- Bran.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Coasting Ferry

Ferry

Journey
Ocean breeze
Warm bath water air
Sunny wind cools the face
Music induces euphoria
Acceptance of everything attempted
Everything we go through
In this Life
Roll the Die
Deal the deck
Spin the wheel
Smile at strangers
Enjoying a moment
Living large on a handful of pennies
Feeling like a king with no throne
No army
No knights
And no queen
I feel them anyway
In the air
On the journey
Always entirely feeling the next destination
- Bran.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Sapphire Bay Beach, St. Thomas, USVI

Sapphire Bay

Angel fish swim up close
Startled by their quickness
A barracuda notices you
Startled again
Beach iguana approach young tots
Tame as puppies

All the past
All the judgements
All the instability
Leaves you when you finally get rest
Rest your mind on the tan blue sand
Its all about peace
You can say its a lot like love
You can find it when you’re not lookin’
Its a lot like finding the greatest emotional amenities
They’re right in front of you
And sometimes
Sometimes
You don’t even have to look
It just kind of shows up
Maybe it is best that the greatest blessings show up when you’re not looking
And you don’t even have to touch.
Just feel.
Feel it.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Virgin Gorda, BVI

Baths

Emmersed boulders moulded only from time
Path carved from sand grit and ocean tides
Hurricanes, surf, riptide and undertow cease to inhibit the entrance to secret grottoes
Hidden beaches nestle quiet families enjoying peace and release from the trappings of the world
One of the brilliant things, the true marvels in this life to blame god for
I wait at this beach… that beach for my siren, my mermaid.
I don’t look anymore, she’ll find me.
I think most often that the beauty in the place you are can be exactly what I’m married to
It can be exactly what I need
That place you are.
That place I’ll end up One day
That place where you’ll find me
And maybe we’ll come to the Bath’s
And have release
And find our Peace
And find our Place.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Sense of Direction

Map?

All Over The Map
All Over The Map?
We never did have a destination did we?
So why not do a little of the surfing, the flying, the driving, the walking and the sprinting?
And then crawl.
Crawl back.
Back home.
Home. Now where is our home again?
Home?
What.
The cage with the open door?
Why go to that home?
No one has changed the newspapers on the bottom and the seed bell has only a few pecks left on it.
Let’s build another cage somewhere else. And.
And until then why not be? Just be.
Why not be all over the map and fully embrace whatever you find.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Sand

Sand

Holding a handful of sand
Watching the whitecaps
The wave bursts onto the shoreline
Holding my handful of sand
I kneel
I wait
I bow
I think
I lower my hands to the ground
The flecks of gold are like paste in my palms
Every grain is a memory
Every colour a thought
The paste is the glue that holds the past together
The tide reaches up on the shoreline
The tide creeps to the ends of my arms
My hands show signs of wear
The salt water of an ocean of tears seeps through my fingers
The sand washes it away.
Washed away
With a clean slate and a clear mind I feel more than vindicated.

- Bran.

A tad sexy

Romancin’

A short kiss with a long breath
A shadow on the cheeks from a day’s hard drinkin’
The patina belt passes quickly through each loop
The feeling of being unbuttoned
The feeling of claws unzipping denim
Tight grasps of the hips
And forgetting the socks
And forgetting the bra
And forgetting reality’s grip
And forgetting the past
All the letters sent
All the gifts given
All the neck smells in the cabinet
All for a bit of romancin’

Underestimation of You

Underestimation

Build on their judgements
Their perception of your lack of
Their perception of your weakness
Their wealth of ignorance
You build. You build it up.
You break from the thunderclap.
The artists that break strings
Your anthem
The underestimation of your worth
The oversight of your kindness
The blindness to your light
The glow of your healed scars
Scars of ethereal battle wounds
Scars only shown through the eyes of the truly hurt
Your beacon heart hides
Your racing brain sickens
Underestimation your greatest strength
It puzzles them how you keep on
They don’t realize that it is your enemy that gives you this strength
The strength of their underestimation.

Strength Reserve

Strength Reserve

Cash it in
Their Karmic Debt
Defies reason
Invites doubt
Your calling is a smile
Your wisdom cries Youth
The pressure soothes the back’s of broken men
Your strength is hidden
It seems you’re weak
You’ve held your cards
Yet to play your hand
You fold the five aces
And then show them you had it
They begin to ask why
Looking for the reason
Hoping for a point
You open up
The real strength is not in the game
Does not come from a victory
It simply comes from knowing
and knowing that you know is strength enough.

- Bran.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Sadness

Sadness

Comes in waves
Hurts like blades
Leaves you dry
Helps you cry
Learn from the pain
The best teacher
Set apart from the heart
Eaten by doubt
Comfort in distractions
Knowledge from regret
Embraced by failure
Victories cast aside
To endure is bliss
Survival is pleasure
Edge of reason bleeds pride
Racing thoughts dive deep
Telepathic soul finds the antidote
Sanity’s fine line is paper thin
Scribe the suffering as the exit point

Friday, February 12, 2010

Acceptance

Acceptance

To feel it, even feel it, is amazing.
Every difference settled between every, even the most insignificant argument.
Every mismanaged troubled avenue explored set aside
Eyes wide open as each soul embraces a new understanding.
Brought together through chaos
Forgotten disputes settled over satirical memories and stereotypes simply mocked.
The only ridicule is the game
Each individual achievement even the smallest is applauded
Grins from every nook and every corner
The foundation was laid in ancient times
The tower continues to be built
The architecture studied and carefully crafted
Accepted hand in hand

- Bran.

Flight

Flight

Mayhem. Embrace. A Kiss. Air.
Meltdown. Cradled. Sensual. Aura.
Soaring.
The clouds envelope your spirit.
A gift from another time. You use the power for reason, for change.
You trust. You must pack trust for the flight.
No wings, just thought, the right thought and you’re up.
In flight.
There is no mind or weight or toxins
There is only life after the beacon is seen.
We all have the chance for flight.
To leave. To stay. First walk. Then crawl. Then kneel.
No prayer. You won’t need that anymore. You’re already there.
You did, didn’t you? You forgot we were already flying. You won’t need to anymore.
You won’t forget this flight.
Not this time.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Are you?... You are?

Are you?... You are?

You are the idea of hidden strength
You are the helper in uncertain ages
You are the seed of eternal wealth
You bring me to my knees
I thought I’d seen it all
Your thoughts allow me to drift away
Your voice binds my most vicious demons
Your laughter is always a level up
Your hidden talents are invisible to reality
Your silence means more than anything
That’s when you do your best work
Your sleeping shape is as comforting to watch as it is to dream of
Your anger creates striking visions of demanded peace
Your tears weaken the souls of the bravest of warriors
Your beauty makes me ache with Universal Love
I can say more but you’re already too much for me to handle
I can’t resist, you’re too… too everything
The way you handle a challenge baffles the most seasoned strategist
Your ideal world doesn’t seem so far away as long as you’re near
Nothing is complicated, when you arrive, tension dissolves
I feel reborn and at the same time deconstructed
All the madness flees from my spirit
Might I add that I want to feel weak in your presence
It helps me to abandon and disarm all that I once knew
Romanticising the situation never felt so small… so insignificant
I don’t even need to have you around as I know we are inseparable.

- Bran.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Pins and Needles

Pins and Needles

The feeling of deadened unusable limbs
The taste of a sickly sweet fruit that is a delicacy of forbidden sedation
The touch of a lustful kiss between strangers high on a bond between chakras
The intensity of a brief encounter with a sensual ghost of lover’s past
The pain of the sight of your enemy enjoying his spoils
The heat of something so cold that burns like a river of razorblades
The warmth of a truly meaningful embrace between kin
The wave of goodbyes from an end to a life you once knew
The elation of an averted glance between two souls who recognize a future
The numbing effect of all these sweet pins and needles.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Blindness/An Injustice - February '10

Blindness/An Injustice

Unnameable
No vision
Feeling around in the dark
Touching only darkness
Pin pricks of light
Not stars
Knowing a deeper more beautiful place
Faith in its existence
Torture to find the entrance
Destiny led us here
The Free welcome you in
You battle the last effort of the demons
They fall into oblivion
We approach the gates of bliss
A key
A key found not in the mind
Passage here is granted only by the thoughts of the heart
Hearts that bleed the word Freedom