All things that exist, will exist, and, don’t exist yet. Non-linear/Linear modalities of Universal Matter. G.O.D. Gravity Over Density. G.O.D. Grace Over Dimension. Love, my Mom Dad and Fat-her=My mom when she was pregnant with me and I was connected to Her and my Dads D.N.A./R.N.A. all at one beautiful time. The solution of time, joy, love, hate, attraction, alienation, distraction, focus blurred, focus found.
--About me? I always think Poetry (second to Music and Lyric) is one of the best ways of letting everyone know, including ones self, what they really "may" "be" all about. "May" "be," for perception changes over time, of Written Work, just as perception of a Person, as, also, many times of Poetry, in that perception seems to come from a rare place, where heart and mind meet and dance together. For instance, such as the linear perception of this site, in it’s non-linear to linear "springing" formats. As perception remains connected to an endless linear spectrum of interpretation, in fact, as many interpretations as there are any given amount of persons sharing the multi-dimensional mind sets of linear human thought modality who are enabled to read.--
So, here are five of my poem works in effort to let you know a little "bit" about me, and, perhaps, a little "bit" about yourself as well:
THE ETERNAL CREST-(Me, in "my" version of deep thought.)-
Blue oceans, flowing, billowing, with all that is deep
Carefully prepared, cultured, then directed, drawn
Into glass vials of vacuumed red,where, fiber optic nurses
Compressing, whispering in magnetic containment
Guard a cognitive helix, armed with a temporal language
A Tidal Breath, made by the Gravity of an Astral and Lunar syntax
Searching out, the final realm, the last continuum of The Eternal Crest
Moving past limits afforded by stasis and cryogenics
They are navigating, inter-woven forests, ancient pathways
Unlimited access, seated upon the throne of cerebral cortex, They shine
Like sparkling ornaments, of an elegant science
Knit with a dawning dread, as They are bourn with pure knowledge
The heaviest of mortal threats, as one may hear Their voices singing
Building the starry lights, that by every lilting note is carried
The solemn celestial hymn, that with each silence enters the power
Of the greatest of dark treks
The atomic decay, beckoning the titian pull of a Black Holes Vortex
Thought first to destroy, but nay, I say in end, to connect!
The bridging of countless continuums into "One."
Where all that is left is the faith of the infinite black
The dreams of the shuteye
The dark quantum chrysalis
And the transformation of the last
The final works of
The ones of...
... The Eternal Crest
GATE 21-(Me, in a-counting, rather Sanguine mood... Which is rather rare.)-
Pink pop luscious bubble gum, green lemon lime
Bubbles burst goodbye, cell phones fill in time
Runway shows in Paris, the diamond lights of night
Moonlit lakes and farmland, Airplanes silver flight
Perfumes vanilla coconut, a baby’s innocent smile
Sweeping future architects, glass cities for mirrored miles
Marble pillared concert halls, Champaign lipstick smiles
Chocolate candy pieces, bowed, a loving Child
Winters wind refreshment, ice sculptures frozen mind
Black limousines prowess shadowed
By a Wedding’s march through time
Golden yellow sunsets, red bushels of apples
Making apple pies
Christmas trees ornately delicate, decorating a timeless time
While blink the stringed light sets, another year to slow unwind
So these words I think of, when I size the print I cry
But, my friend, through all the bedazzlement, in silent eye of study
It is you I have hoped would try
To read this poem in silence
Where in poem I am with you
Where in poem neither shall we die
NUCLEON STAR DRIVE-(Me in another Sanguine mood. Who knew?)
Nucleon Star Drive
Pushing the hydro-containment of reflection
The S.P.F. of over six-billion souls onboard
Some waiting for induction, some for exclusion
Some for reformation, to hear the satellite conversation
the billions of megabytes singing in frenzied anticipation
In the new age the new dawn
Feeling concrete recordings, the footsteps
The space age stride of Nike soles
So see the birds in the trees like the satellites
Singing in echo and electromagnetic harmonies
Perched upon the fractal housing apartments of trees
For today is a wondrous collaboration, copious compositions
Medicinal traces surging the cerebral cavern of homo-sapiens
Propelling the Bi-pedal further on, further into the Mystery
Contact and revelation found within the Zygogenesis of copulation
A fantasy with its foundation firmly planted in reality... And Time
Bending, swirling, giving, taking the transaction of the dreamer
The dreamer of one, the dreamer of you
The dreamer of the impossible hope
The sentient One from the blind Two
And this is the way human history is spun
To the fathoms of space that have yet to be won
-I wrote this one stuck as a patient in a psychiatric ward nestled within the fourth floor of a huge concrete Hospital, -(With no access to the outdoors, for whatever reason. Could fresh air worsen mental functioning?)- on a dare, from a rather competitive Nurse, on "His" condition that I write a whole poem, while in his plain view. I guess he thought I lied when I told him I sometimes like to write poetry. It took me about five minutes to write, as I had, had, quite enough of "my" "Safe" Lock Down Time.-
WITHOUT A MAZE
Breaking through Iron Mast
Suffocation breaking glass
Floor through floor snapping quake
Concrete pillars blurred will break
So many floors so many rooms
Each one, open, closed, a Tomb
Find the life in fluorescent flicker
Hear the whining lights snicker
Laughing at warmth and heat
Laughing at the human heart beat
For warm lips shall find, through structured cage
Lips to receive without a maze
THE IDENTITY OF LOVE-(Me, wrestling, with the often, "pristine" character, many of my fellow "Christianians" seem to so quickly love engendering "Love" with.)
Love has had its way
Ways with how broken sounds
How pain can sing
Loves truest song
Love knows not
So Love knows All
As All come to not
Yet Love makes time for Times scale
Love knows dirt, feces, A.I.D.S. and Death
Love pushes us all to the brink of insanity
As Love allows for the war of "freedoms" Freedom
For Love is no kind Friend, my friend, rather Love is an enemy
Like the bitter taste of a broad spectrum anti-biotic
For look-!! Babies are born, only to blow candles out
Taking all its breath, until there’s no more life to blow out
As it is said: "To mourn at ones birth, to rejoice at ones death."
As Love knows not wakeful friends
For they, as we, "semi-conscious," can’t form one cohesive sentence
For they, as we, are distracted, within icons of Hollywood’s Vintage
Yet they, like old paintings, fit awkwardly, as Love gazes onward
Oh to see that Love is not on our page
Rather, that "We" are in Loves memory
For Love has been known to re-write many a loves Identity
Known, also, to tear, rip, erase, even burn, at ends with non
See? As Love listens to a baby’s breath
Perhaps to remember the time when Love was all there was
To know Bitterness’ weakness, or all be it, it’s strength
Vice unto itself, no pomp, no pretense, no makeup, no, no’s, All is Yes!
For now we can fly with Love, to the storms off Africa’s coast
Where flies breed in open sores
Where fashion is the smell of death
Where the look of stick figures are without powder compacts
For this is Love, my love
Perhaps not, or, ever-divine
Perhaps never a graceful Being of "mortal" rules
Perhaps that’s the point, where "We," All-ways, are let free, to fly!
The
Valley
Of
Decision
---And finally, this is me putting an end to this pho-tonic monopoly of the insides of my heart and brain, and, hey, if you don’t care for my poetry, please feel free to enjoy the "music," even if it’s not the music on this site.-(Of course, this is now Me, at "ends," hoping something on this site might bring you something of any valued, value, Lord knows, there is often so much "Space" to search for even just one "cup," with one drop of cool clean water in it.) Yeah H2O rocks-no explanation!---
I am ever thankful for the cdz you've freely given me. I listen to them religiously. I love to share them with anyone who will listen. My brother and sister love your music almost as much as me now but I love them the most I think. Keep following your dreams and making them come true Brennon. Your worth more than you know. Hope your feeling the love. Your friend and loyal fan, JACLYN
Hey buddy I am inviting some friends to come out friday night and of course you are invited I love you and I hope I get to see you before I go friday night is my last night here so please try to make it I want to give you one last hug Love Sharon
Brennon!!!! I love you!!! Im back in town and only for two weeks. SO we have to hang out a lot! I hope you are doing great and you need to call me or come see me soon. Ok Remember everyday that you are awesome and beautiful and you are loved and needed in this world. Ok Love you talk to you soon.
Hey Brenn!!! I miss you!! Your like one of my most favorite people. I wish I could see you everyday, you know like keep you in my pocket and take you everywhere. lol Love you Talk to you later
i believe that i am the first comment maker on your new page... YES! we miss u and we need to stop talking about getting together and just pick a time and place and do it... love u brother
