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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
Posted in Biography, BrenT's ThoughtS, Poetry and tagged poetic crush with eyeliner, Premi, Salt and Light, sexualsapio, Words for a Poetry Goddess by Brent with 1 comment.
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
Posted in Biography, Poetry and tagged detox, garlic, health, poem's about garlic, relieve symptoms of depression by Brent with 2 comments.
Tomorrow’s Just An Excuse Away…
27 turns to 33 in 2190 days worth of excuses and you’ll make it home
where all will last forever, but only in your heart that she’ll break and you’ll break.
Along your journey you’ll learn that the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death and continue making the effort to forgive and love with the help of the I of the Radio… The end will be the beginning where you’ll be able to show your crooked teeth as perfect pearls in a cheshire grin despite the ignorance and cares of this present world. No more cage, no more rage… You’ll make it… Home.
Love does last forever ~
Speak to me in a language I can hear
Humour me before I have to go
Deep in thought I forgive everyone
As the cluttered streets greet me once again
I know I can’t be late, supper’s waiting on the table
Tomorrow’s just an excuse away
So I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own
The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet
At the blasphemy in my old jangly walk
Steeple guide me to my heart and home
The sun is out and up and down again
I know I’ll make it, love can last forever
Graceful swans of never topple to the earth
And you can make it last, forever you
You can make it last, forever you
And for a moment I lose myself
Wrapped up in the pleasures of the world
I’ve journeyed here and there and back again
But in the same old haunts I still find my friends
Mysteries not ready to reveal
Sympathies I’m ready to return
I’ll make the effort, love can last forever
Graceful swans of never topple to the earth
Tomorrow’s just an excuse
And you can make it last, forever you
You can make it last, forever you
Song Writer: William Patrick Corgan
Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Cinderful Music
Posted in BrenT's ThoughtS, Music, Poetry and tagged Smashing Pumpkins, SP, topple by Brent with 1 comment.
Motorscooter buttercup…
Motorscooter buttercup streetkid queen
Her contagious smile is my dailygrind pickup
Light therapy of her angelface soothes my soul
As she dances away the demons with only a leap
And sings healing to my spirit with her laughter
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Return to September, July’s Stolen Prize
The ‘commoner’s ring’, more than controversy, was a great prophecy!
As surely as the Lord’s will must come about, and for future generation’s sake no doubt, it wrought in a Prince’s heart sacred lessons and all means to stay true, whether tempted by green eyes or blue…
T’was amazing Grace, undeserved honor bestowed, which turned a prince
from a toad and, amidst global gossip spread from humble hometown abode, prevailed against lies which did well to forbode with slight foretell of Hell’s looming attempts at bringing Love down and yet serendipitously simultaneously saddled strongly still Simpleton’s chance destiny of approaching, nigh assuming, the Crown.
For although thought not to be allowed, indeed was plucked
as a flower from the field, a princess among the crowd.
Forgiveness and Patience also saw her through, assisting ascention to lofty heights of all Queenly virtue.
So all the witnesses said, ‘Amen!’, as did the people in cheers and joy-tears as even was heard blessings from the Heavens, a galactic jubulient shout, for a lifetime of love to be lived out as beautiful and bountifully as their bells rang out. From scrolls of Ether’s domain, manifest alive in full procession, entered fully Christened a new order of Divine succession!
‘Tis a lesson forever to remember,
Of how Royal Ruby was scorned for Sapphire September.
…And, how, thusly, the ring, blue and true, overcame theft and controversy to fulfill dreams of prophecy.
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Ruby is the Birthstone of July.
It’s a stone of love and passion, chemically the same as Sapphire except how it’s affected by coloring matter.
In market value it is ranked next to Diamond.
Sapphire is the Birthstone of September.
An emblem of Heaven, Wisdom, Truth, Consistency, Faith, and Fidelity.
In hardness it surpasses the Ruby, yielding only to Diamond.
Both stones hail from the same family.
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Inhale Your Destiny
I am a breeze gently wafting
against windows of opportunity
hinting at the gail-storm I bring
A true revolution
I am the wind
Life to those who let me in
Open your windows
Breathe deeply
Exhaling to inhale me
trades your hell for Heavenly Reality
To breathe my air is to truly live free
The experience of what you cannot yet see
For I am New World discovery
So let my winds unfurl your Scroll of Destiny
to open your inheritance of me
A becoming of EVERYTHING
much more than your wildest dream
Far beyond all you can think or imagine,
if only you breath me in!
Posted in Poetry and tagged destiny scroll, eternal life, Jesus Revolution, new life, new world order, The air we breathe by Brent with no comments yet.
‘Tis so much joy! ‘Tis so much joy!
‘Tis so much joy! ‘Tis so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I,
Have ventured all upon a throw!
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so –
This side the Victory!
Life is but Life! And Death, but Death!
Bliss is but Bliss, and Breath but Breath!
And if indeed I fail,
At least, to know the worst, is sweet!
Defeat means nothing but Defeat,
No drearier, can befall!
And if I gain! Oh Gun at Sea!
Oh Bells, that in the Steeples be!
At first, repeat it slow!
For Heaven is a different thing,
Conjectured, and waked sudden in –
And might extinguish me!
– Emily Dickinson (1860)
Posted in Poetry and tagged Emily Dickenson, heavenly bliss, joy, mystic, mystical poetry, victorious over death, victory over poverty by Brent with no comments yet.
Summer Sizzelz Frebore Blode
summer groove / time to move / joyful spectacle / forever festival /
righteous removal of religious rules / the enemies of God are proven fools / caravan of camels come bringing jewels / transferring wealth from workers of iniquity / to sons and daughters like you and me / empowering the princes to set the captives free
forever festival / joyful spectacle / enter like a child / it’s time to go wild
cause the meaning of the Good News to be understood / like a sanctified modern-day Robin Hood / sharing your bread with the widows and poor / shining bright His light from door to door
Robin Hood indah Glory
Posted in Poetry and tagged Kingdom takeover, robin hood, shabbaa, summer, Wealth of Christ by Brent with no comments yet.
In It For Love!
By water or fire, you’ll not quench love’s desire
Foe, flood, or flame, there’s protection in His name
As they say, “Come what may…”
For me, Jesus is the only way
“Hell or high water”, I’ll be safe in the arms of Love
As sure as His hope flies in “on the wings of a dove”
I shall not be afraid nor offended,
Even at the cost of my life being prematurely ended.
For “To live is Christ, to die is gain”
His rainbow reminds us after the rain
Of promises we have in His beautiful name
Yesterday, Today, and Forever the same
Jesus’ word will surely remain
Let perfect love be perfected in me, till Jesus is all I see.
I’m in it for love; my love is Jesus.
Posted in Jesus Revolution, Poetry and tagged IHOP, Jesus is Love, Jesus Revolution, love, Misty Edwards, Perfect Love, Worship by Brent with 3 comments.