Monday, 17 December 2012

I'm STILL Walking

It's Difficult To Walk Past Something That You Know So Well,
To Even Give Another A Chance To Look You in Your Eyes Because Their Presence in Love at First is Foreign, But Mostly,
for Fear Of Giving them An Opportunity To Love, and as a Result, Hurt You...

[I'm Still Walking.] -[B.]

The Way I Feel It, Too.

I'd Realized then, that I'd Never Known How to Love Because I'd Never Truly Loved Myself.

Constant Judgements and Labels Placed Upon the Name MY Mother Gave Me. The Same Name She Says in Love and When She Does, her Honesty, there in, Reassures Me of My Beauty: I Didn't Know it Then because I Gave My Soul To Your Misuse. I Believed You Because in My Eyes, You Were Perfect....
It Was Only When I Stood in Front of a M
irror and After Endlessly Pointing out, then Magnifying, Every Visible Quirk, that I'd Allowed Myself to Embrace the Magnitude of My Beauty.

I Found Pleasure at the Sight of Any Living Thing Which was Slightly OFF. Different.
I'd Amuse Myself for Hours in Front of That Mirror Praising My, Now Apparent, Odd Sense of Fashion.
I Wanted To Be Accepted for Being Able to Express Myself. Uniquely. And yet, it Would Still Hurt My Pride at Night When I'd Realize, "I'M Trying too Hard" , to NO Avail.
Years I've Been Given to Poise Myself  Physically as well as Intellectually.
I'll Always Feel Somewhat Awkward but NEVER Inadequate.
I Learned of My Humility Because I Know that Perfection is Nothing but a Myth.
My Mind, in All it's Chaos, is Symbolic of Beauty because the Thoughts I Own, are MINE. The Emotions I Share, However Vulgar or Pure, are Beautiful because They are Sincere and They are Mine.
And Today, When I Love, Know that it is Authentic because Through All the Shxt, I've Learned How to Love with Intense Passion, if Not For, then as a Result Of Every Quirk.

My God Creates Art. He did when He Made Me.- [B.]

Monday, 22 October 2012

Shared Dreams


If Only You Knew
Of The Dreams I Share with You
In My Dreams, You Live there Too
Look in, See a Different View
My Life Involving You
In My World It's Just Us Two
My Heart Which Beats for You
Blind Days, Your Music sees Me Through
Every Bar Holds Something New
I See Your Soul and I Feel it True
I Can't Let Go, It is the Glue
Which Bonds My Being To You - [B.]

Hold Tight


She's Caged in From Past Lies,
Searching for Keys with Shut Eyes
Arms Stretched Out, She's Seeking
in Need of Something to Hold: Worth Keeping
Logic Heeds Caution
For Fear of the Heart's Distractions
Hopeless on Where to Go
Pulse Racing yet Her Heart Beats Slow :
Senseless, Still Blinded,
She Hears Him Calling
Steps Forward to Find Herself Falling
No More Tears, He's Erased All Fears
With His Arms Around Her Waist
His Lips are All She Tastes,
They're Ready to Take Flight,
Holding Her Close, He Whispers
"Hold Tight." - [B.]

Wednesday, 10 October 2012



I'd Return EveryTime, Without Questioning, Why?
Then, I'd Fall to the Ground Before I'd Open My Eyes.
I'd Spend Lonely Nights Before I'd Realize;
I Was Bruised Inside Out, Before I Stopped the Futile Cries.
I'd Hear You Justify It, Then Sympathize?

You'd Play God, Count My Breaths & I Knew I'd Die.
I'm a Masochist, It's Deep, I'd Never Lie...

Stupid. And Blind. And Brave. And Intense. And Addictive: If Pain is Love, Then I've MASTERED That.-[B.]



How could I deny the relation :
Our truths in expression, beyond pen and paper
I found myself in a deeper connection
A REAL man, in my eyes, Perfection
Oblivious, i followed, without hesitation,
No boundaries, I pursued lust's temptations
Faced with the realization
That our words are a gift as well as a curse
So far gone, my thoughts held me prisoner
and fed me damnation

Staring at my reflection
I plead with these WORDS for redemption
Despite my desires, i question contradiction
yet,No matter the rules, there is always an exception:
I could never abandon my fixation, it is LOVE*
Therefore it is a constant; my prescription
Forgive my ignorance, i have yet to find its* substitution
My saviour, from torment and heartache,
Becomes my distraction
Without a doubt, my mind it leads in dictation
and if it should ever forsake : You will have witnessed a heart's mutilation...[B.]