brycical
I literally say whatever's on my mind. / i have no filter. / poetry happens / when i organize my thoughts. / / Some of my words are on clothes, / http://bit.ly/1Re2Ubu / / / I've written a book, with the lovely MMK providing the cover art.... / http://bookstore.bookcountry.com/Products/SKU-000935587/Earth-Rhythm.aspx / / I've written another book, with and fantastic Fah providing the cover art and inside doodles. / http://bookstore.bookcountry.com/Products/SKU-000991311/The-Gathering-Place.aspx
and it scares me because
the glow in her eyes and
melodious rhythm
in her words give me the impression
that she enjoys talking
about these things.
And it's not
one of those mindful zen
practicing acceptance
attitude of gratitude type of
scenes where she loves it out
of herself and heals all
the heavy scars she wears.
It's like she revels in her misery--
I just don't get it man!
Maybe I'm doing some
wacko projection thing
or that I'm reading too much
into it all. I mean,
I am a bookworm. But,
There's just something about
the way, the feeling or
the tone that vibrates through
my soul like a friggin' red light Spider Sense
that gives me the creepers.
She'd say that she's simply
stating facts and, while that
may be true,
I just can't help but hear
*some callous time ******* black-hole train crash rejoicing;*
like a perverted hymn
to misfortune and gloom.
I don't know man, maybe
those are just the tunes my mom enjoys playing.
Could be that's just not my
style, or how I approach
something like that.
I try not to judge, but
some **** is just doesn't sit
well with me, you know?
I can't help that.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
My words yearn
to wrap around
those warm bodies
breathing poetry
wandering in their beatnik gypsy mountain time
dancing in the citrine champagne universe
pouring daybreak stardust into hands
getting a buzz from the indigo vibrations
tickling the wild child turquoise flowers
blossoming from their hearts
opening arms
allowing my words
to slide over them
fitting comfortably
like a t-shirt or hoodie.
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
Take a moment,
breathe...
Inhale that infinity carrying all the words that we speak,
both the heavy rock steady deadly second darts
aiming for the bullseye painted on our hearts and
the artistic gypsy dancing ones
like honey whisky giving us a little buzz.
Take a moment,
breathe...
Exhale this surreal reality of fallacy
don't matter what's happening on Downing Street
or Pennsylvania Ave cause you have more important things to do,
like laugh as you let your mind crash
watching this game everybody's playing like Minecraft.
Take a moment,
breathe...
Exhale the clenching pain
your brain might claim you shoulda kept hold,
like the Buddha once said it's like grasping hot coal
so blow your dragon breath and stoke our campfire souls.
Take a moment,
breathe...
Inhale the light,
feel the warmth sojourn and wander
through your veins asunder tappin' 5/4 patterns
hi hat snappin rim clappin' rhythm
filling all schism within as if a liquid bridge joins sides of a grand canyon.
Take a moment,
breathe...
Exhale and feel the silence...
listen to the surrounding serenity
whispering aplenty serendipitous magnificence
within your heartbeats and breath bereft of distraction.
This sacred and holy action is a sacrament
as you attune into what's happenin both within, and beyond.
Take a moment,
breathe...
Inhale the heartgasm phantasmagorical adorable
world force of all things , the high vibe entirety
inspiring the fire within everyone,
that sacred holy light igniting the path to your heart
basking in ancient ******** laughter where nothing matters
and the mind chatter is silenced by the awe inducing lucid compassion
of all atoms in union of togetherness.
Take a moment,
breathe...
Exhale and follow your breath into the infinite.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
MOTHER:
Could you take out the trash?
DAUGHTER:
I will in like, five or ten minutes, I'm finishing an email to a friend.
MOTHER:
I'd rather you do it now. I'm in desperate need to feel like there's control and order in my life since these sudden feelings or powerlessness within my own life have surfaced again.
DAUGHTER:
*This seems to be a regular occurrence with you Mom.
Why not consider therapy?*
MOTHER:
I'd rather make up another excuse instead of admitting you might be on to something because of two reasons. The first being that I resent the fact someone younger than me, which is code for someone who I perceive doesn't have much life experience, is suggesting something about my life. The second and much more important is that I'm a coward that would rather hide from my fears than face them.
DAUGHTER:
*It's frustrating to me because I perceive there are easy solutions to these obstacles but you'd rather wallow in your suffering. Sometimes I think you'd be happier with a gun in your mouth
if you weren't so petrified of death. Hi Dad.*
FATHER:
I'm ignoring everything. Making a b-line toward my office where I can drown my sorrows in cheap whisky and work
because of my cancerous self-loathing in perception
for not living up to an outdated model of achievement
as set for by my parents and their parents.
MOTHER:
*It fills my heart with a melancholic rage because you're not letting me lean on you to feel better about my own self esteem issues
since I rely on everyone else to build up my confidence.*
DAUGHTER:
*This touches my raw nerve heartstrings because I used to have self-confidence issues that I never felt comfortable sharing with anyone until after therapy and years of meditation.
Now I feel partially responsible in a slightly self-righteous way
that I should try and help both of you even though you two don't seem to want to help yourselves.*
FATHER:
I'm much too busy dwelling on the past.
MOTHER:
I resent that and don't understand why you're not anxiously brooding on the future like me.
DAUGHTER:
I'm going to take the trash out because I feel obligated to do so even though I'd rather finish my email. I will resent this for a few hours until I calm down into a pool of serenity thanks to my meditation practice. I'm also taking the trash out because extended conflict makes me uneasy and I'd rather compromise my own individuality and boundaries to make all of this end even though I realize this is perpetuating these cycles of conflict.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
When people ask what I do for a living,
I respond
“*Listening to my heart ******
as my mind garden blossoms
incandescent indigo constellations
humming the songs of nature’s entirety.
I sensually embrace the entirety’s
divine lips kissing my spirit
with sacred words
merging into me—
a blissful osmosis of neurotransmitters
waltzing with my consciousness
flowing liquid electricity
and molten rhythms of oxygen
in kinetic unison through moments
of subjective apocalypses
slowly returning to yugen.*”
When asked where I see myself in ten years,
I respond
“*Copacetic contentment—
having surrendered my life
to more than just the digital currency
of likes and retweets
and the constantly dissolving paper coins
because I chose to see people
as breathing pieces of naked art,
in progress,
stripped down to their thoughts
jettisoned through this spherical time
of infinite space and possibility
slowly accepting there is more out there
beyond traditional political religical flimflam,
beyond abnormal logicality,
beyond nirvana.*”
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Overview:
-Birthday: ∞
-Studied everything at The School of...
-Lives in ∞
-Gender: Seriously?
-Religious Views: Tolerant Chaos
-Political Views: Ambivalently Apathetic Anarchy
Family And Relationships:
-Relationship: It's complicated
-Family Members: Everyone Ever
Details About You:
*I am. We are. It is. Impossible to forget but hard to remember. Remember that time you found some money on the ground? That was me. Remember that time you got so sick you thought you puked your actual brains out? Sorry about that.
I love you go to hell.
To be honest I'm still surprised I'm alive after all the crazy **** I've done to myself over the years from nuclear ****** bombs to snorting the ground up bones of warring people and all that jazz. Oh yeah, not to mention those times I've caught asteroids with my face.*
Favorite Quotes:
Wind, Farts, ******* Laughter.
Life Events:
Shit...where do I start?
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
Dear Cecil the Lion,
What happened to you was a terrible thing.
What you represent most assuredly will live onward.
The shitty and dishonest way you were lured out
of the animal sanctuary to have a bullet put through you
was a tragedy.
But,
you can go unfuck yourself.
To be honest,
your death ranks just above a smooshed fly or mosquito.
After I heard the news of your death,
I finished taking a **** and went about my day.
I'm glad people are upset about something. Its time people started getting mad as hell & stopped taking it. BUT, maybe we should reconsider our priorities for a second the next time we decide to erupt in a collective outrage.
Whatever happened to #blacklivesmatter?
Oh right, they're still trying to put an end to racism in many areas
where some police are still under the impression it's the 1950's.
Hey...how's the whole world hunger thing going?
Well, it's probably not helping what with the whole food wasting bit
the majority of us practice.
And yes, I know there will always be someone starving somewhere for some reason due to a variety of circumstances, but that doesn't mean we gotta sit around in apathy over it.
What ever happened with all those troops
we were so excited to support when it came time
to defending our country? Oh right...
How's the whole woman's rights thing going?
One more question; do we still care about education or is that something we've just given up thinking about?
Look, I realize the aforementioned list of
#blacklivesmatter,
world hunger,
support the troops,
woman's rights
& education
are weighty topics in & of themselves with lots of intricacies.
And I understand they're not going to be solved in a day.
But, these big five all have one thing in common;
people.
George Carlin once spoke about people who "always gotta be saving something" from animals to the planet,
"We don't even know how to take care of each other & we want to save the ******* planet?!"
And I get it, there are those out there that probably care more about animal lives than human lives, which is cool.
Hey, if that's your prerogative, I'll buy everyone who feels this way
a ticket to the jungle & you can start doing your part sooner,
and much more quietly, especially when some of us are trying to eat.
Because I swear to whatever you hold most sacred & holy,
if one more person tries to tell me
to stop eating meat because it's ******
I'm going to wrap my hand around their neck & squeeze,
shaking them as I shout "Plants are living beings too you ******** *******
I get it.
Some can feel that deeply when they eat meat & it makes them uncomfortable to chow down on the flesh of something else.
But why are we having THAT discussion
when someone else somewhere is starving?!
After we get the world hunger thing under control,
then we can talk about the morality of what we put in our mouths.
After we prove that we can take care of ourselves and each other,
then we can move on to whatever animals are left.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
When you spread your
lips,
like wings,
your midnight words
whisper on my
skin.
Late night hair
twirls,
like smoke,
in a dark gust
spiraling towards my
hands.
Watercolor eyes
drip,
like ice,
glistening in the moon,
reflecting rainbows on my
shadow.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
Wild child space travel gypsy
drunk on the cosmos
churning a sensual pattern--
melting suns
with a carefree wink
as stars pour into her eyes
like a garnet shiraz
spiraling
in tidal waves
splashing in a crystal wine glass
caressing
her white light lips.
Planets dip and dangle around her hips
as the weight of the nebulous nectar whispers
lullabies to her eyes
as her incandescent hair contours
to copious glistening constellations
rippling across her tired body
like ice dripping on a warm chest
vibrating indigo moonlight jazz
enrapturing millions with her simple act of symphonic yawning
as the dusk light dawning over faces
embraces souls stirring--
her purring hip cat dreams
leave people like us with mouths agape
as her voluptuousness nape hushes
us with a supernova explosion of peace
oscillating between
each of our spirits.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC