Expectations from a world without end…

When you are young, you enjoy a sustained illusion that sooner or later something marvelous is going to happen, that you are going to transcend your parents' limitations… At the same time, you feel sure that in all the wilderness of possibility; in all the forest of opinion, there is a vital something that can be known — known and grasped. That we will eventually know it, and convert the whole mystery into a coherent narrative. So that then one's true life — the point of everything — will emerge from the mist into a pure light, into total comprehension. But it isn't like that at all. But if it isn't, where did the idea come from, to torture and unsettle us? — Brian Aldiss, "Helliconia Summer"

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Premium Love Expectations

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cynical starburst bulbflashes of puppylove truth

past present pretense, pain so immense
recoils ourselves from feeling too much
cautions us from saying such and such

but caution to the wind, try try try again
for days are too long in the valley of longing
kicked and bleeding from the ego and not belonging
…and for what do we pray, if we can’t stay
in the arms of angels, in the arms of love
when it’s finally honest and pure from above?

barely experienced with heavenly realities here, we languish in fear
though we could save each other, be strong for each other
no… we fake along instead, waiting for, or staying with, another

but the fire that burns will certainly cure us
so if you don’t mind molten translucent gold flowing between us
just relax, you’ll enjoy such an honest burn
which quickens love’s ability to teach what we need to learn
instead of pretending like we don’t know
what all the obvious simple signs show

uncontrollable fire bringing forward our desire

uncontrollable timing, both in such a rough patch
but trust, your highest hopes have met their match
and indeed you have too… so slow down, slow dawn…
sunset my dear super-set
your chess game piece elevates to queen from pawn
there’s eternity for everything you must do
lioness paw forward stepping into the new, new
everything you ever imagined coming true
is finally here through not one, but another, and yet another
so let freedom reign in your heart like the words of your mother

holy bird lover that cannot lie, tell me why she cannot fly!?
treehouse watchposted, like watchwoman on the wall
suffering her desire for one and all
where’s the delight in being untrue?
only pain reigns when you aren’t truly free to be you

you think I’m only a muse to light the way?
no, a teacher and hunter who well deserves to feast on his prey
for the tide is turning and these rare moments are meant to seize
so humour me with truth and be the full meal deal if you please

for I will eat of you all that’s raw,
yet spitting out hay, stubble, and straw…

I’m on my way and
golden ratio realities expectantly await the best of you too;
so let’s help each other through to become what’s pure, lovely, and true


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Holy Garlic, Batman!

Garlic within
Forgiveness of sin
Eating bites of holy cloves throughout my nights
Prayerfully transforming wrongs to rights

Garlic solitude
Changing of mood, tranquility, new vitality, expunging fears
For all the bloody years, I stuff it in my ears
An equilibrium adjustment, pre-flight
Soul detox before I begin again to flex my warlord might

Garlic sight
Eyes burning, adjusting, learning
Clearing vision, empowering decision
Eagle eyes, seeing past the lies

Garlic all over
Everything off my shoulder, sigh, relax, relieve
Sanctimonious vapors in the air I breathe
Pressure relief from weary belief systems of grief

Garlic ritual
All over my chest, mother’s baby gonna do his best
Purging the vampire, for inheriting an empire
I fall to sleep with it pressed on my heart
For a real man to rise with a new start
Soaring above all percy
Embracing Yahweh’s daily mercy
And His blessings with no sorrow
Each day a purer, brighter, tomorrow


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Merry Christmas 2015

Merry Christmas Dear Family and Friends, You Are In My Thoughts and Prayers ~
Brent's Christmas 2015 - On A Sailboat

Merry Christmas from my lil sailboat office 😀

…Have yourselves a merry little Christmas night…”

…Gone away is a blue bird, here to stay in a new bird…”

…I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams…”


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The Most Wonderful Time of The Year

Merry Christmas 2015 by Brent Christian

…AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!


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This Season’s Change – Going Into 2016

She says it’s hardly yet winter even in New York…

Definately not beginning to look or feel at all like Christmas down here in Texas either, with weather like summertime! But after finally getting off the boat and going into town, I was totally inundated with the dizzying sights and sounds of Christmas commercemania. Yikes!

Arrhhh… Truth is, I’m just screwdge about not being the one raking in all those shopper’s dollars. I’ll be back on the scene next year though! Finally. Although being benched to the sidelines for the last several seasons has really really sucked, at least I’ll be so well prepared and hungry by the time I get to play again that I’ll be sure to clean up. I’ll be soo excited to be back in the game that I’ll literally blastmongrel the entire playing field once it’s my time to shine.

Meanwhile, I’ll keep myself chillin here on this rad sailboat… or somewhere out on the road… dreaming of her… while hacking the planet, rocking the tech out, and advancing my various startup projects all from my lil floating office within my private world of brent… but it’s a holy good place to be, for *soon enough* these crazed genius all night sessions with my computer, coffee, and dreams will bear the sweet fruit of my life’s work ~

Soon!! …as in this new year, 2016.
I can feel the supernova waves of breakthrough coming across my horizon!
2015, I will recompense you with furious vengeance and kick your ass this 2016.


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Life On A Sailboat…

So, yeah…  I’ve been living on a sailboat,
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Her name is Grace, click here for a lil more about her –>

My_OfficeWill update here soon with more pics and stories about life in the marina and around the yatch club.
Plus, for those of you who don’t really know me so well, an explanation about WHY I’m living on this beautiful sailboat (other than, ‘#@!# why not!?’)
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I’m Just A Hideaway?

Some folks been wondering where I’m at.

If you know me, I’m just a hideaway…

 

If you don’t, I’m just hiding away…

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A Place To Hideaway…

A place to hide away for geeking out all day.

For Geekin’ Out All Day.

Way thankful for having such an awesome 'office' to get chip done.

Way thankful for having such an awesome ‘office’ to get chip done.


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Used To Love You

I was telling a new friend about my past relationship…
In an attempt to be hopeful, she says, “Well maybe it’s not too late to try again, ya never know what can happen.”

Perhaps she didn’t understand that my heart has moved on,
…or was it that she could see that I still care soo much??

I still wonder how my ex, Robin, feels about us… whenever she is honest.
Not just about the memories which could be both good and bad…
But what of our love?
Love that gave us great joy together.
Love that got us through tough times together.

Can’t say it wasn’t real.

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Gwen keeps it real…

Awesome new single release even in light of the subject matter of
what her heart has been through. There is always something better
on the otherside of pain for amazing people like Gwen who turns her
sorrows into a beautiful expression of art with this song.

Gwen Stefani - Used To Love You


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Business Partner or Wife? ….Both Please!

My ex once exclaimed, “You don’t want a wife, you want a business partner!”
Obviously, I want and need a woman who can be one in the same! duh.

Strong women will be apart of his struggle, survive it, succeed together & build an empire

Real Relationships Build Together

Thankful for the women friends of mine who get this…
And the ones I see working hard alongside their man.
For they bring encourgement to my heart about my future helpmate.


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