Am I just a wheel?
Consuming meals?
A speck in blue sea?
Bound by what I see?
Life amongst trees?
Breathing means free?

Am I my beliefs?
The truth I seek?
Flag of a country?
Defined by currency?
A liability?
Part of society?

Am I what you see?
The way you judge me?
The values you pick?
First impressions stick?
Norm defined by you?
Do I dare to be rude?

No...

I am who I choose.
I fill my own shoes.
I win when I lose.
I create my own views.
I see black beyond blue.
I pick me over you.

Who are we?
I am me.
Who are we?
Depends on you.

Satan plays the violin; the same shape and tone as mine.
The devil passes time in Hell by playing fiddle,
and if I had to guess; I think that's the reason why
he knows the answer to life's riddle,
because its trilling's the only feeling filling
enough to get away with that beautiful lie.
It drowns the screams of the ****** that died;
                                                                ­          and briefly
                                                         ­                     tells us we are still alive.

A most pious man
whose well-tempered music
brushed the cobwebs
from the throne of God

Evolution was made manifest
across deep time
these lyrical figures
achieve the same purpose
in the space between the morning star
and the dawn

A fallow field
is sewn with pearls
a moonlit beach
illuminated by shadow
every scrape of the fiddler's bow
merges mind with the present
harvests the meaning
in the moment

The composer
that good man
was
for a time
church organist at St. John's
its notable steeple leaning
all askew
as a rebuke against God
or perhaps the drunken architect

A finger of candlelight
plays across the manuscript
a fugue echoes
through the still church

And though no living person
on that still winter's night
shares the organist's solemn delight
the stirring mass of possibility
that is posterity
awaits

That night, I heard
the violin.
Between staves of
leaves,
string-encrusted frills,
I heard a violin,

not cry, not sing, but
dream.
I heard a violin dream.

Before long, after
soon,
I heard the violin.
Between shifting, fleeting,
mindful things,
I heard a violin,

fitted unmathematically
within a memory.

This is me trying to be better.
This is me trying to move on.
I'm writing a goodbye letter
to the person I was, frowned upon.
From all the scars, cuts and bruises,
fresh scented flowers will bloom.
The heartaches are my muses,
and my recovery will be a heirloom.

-m.b

As I strolled through a foggy autumn evening
In the twilight when dusk has set
Auburn leaves filled my dreams like clouds in the sky

Through the wind speckles of water dwindled in the air
As faded light pierced the somber veil
Headlight by headlight passing by

Tiny beads of water accumulate on the surface
Like pearls they glisten in moonlight
And ever so pristine, reflective like mirrors
I found myself in a silver glow

As wisps of light sparked - a swarm of fireflies
Ever captivating - fascinating they performed
A dragon's dance along the candle light

But I walked the barren road that night
I wandered in darkness, blisters on my feet
Pelted and bruised I collapsed, huddled in madness

I slept, I wept, I woke up in an empty hallway
Darkness filled the void as I screamed but nothing replied
As I passed through the barriers of seclusion
For a single moment, I glance

Shrieking deafened my frail ears as in front of me
A horrendous creature gazed at me, grimacing wide
Its piercing gaze petrified me

To resist the blizzard chilling me to the bone
To conquer gravity taking its toll
Mirrors shatter to tiny fragments

And I saw the light

A sunflower as bright as the stars stood before me
With a mantle of pure gold it called my name
The genesis of a whole universe, I blossomed

I walked the thorny road for the ample roses
With coats so vividly coloured, dancing in the sun
I walked past the void on my bare feet

Glass shards piercing my tainted soles
As I walk through the corridor of the past
On the ground I stand I embrace the darkness
Yet I always feel the caress of the sun

The haven where fragments and shards
Once shattered form together
It is where I always wanted to be
Yes, it is where I always wanted to be

I am in love with you,
Love.
I want so badly to need somebody,
To be the somebody that they need.
To commit my whole heart to them,
and for them to commit their whole heart to me.
Too often do I love the idea of a person,
Rather than seeing them for who they really are.
Love intoxicates and skews my vision.
And it tears my heart apart.


Oh, I am indeed in love.
Not with him and not with her,
But with an idea.
The idea of loving someone who is deserving of my heart.
The idea of loving so fiercely that our spark will never dwindle
I am in love with you,
Love.

She had eyes that never aged
and was beautiful in ways
that would never fade
she told lullabies to dying stars
and collected their last tears
and mixed them with her own
she comforted the long lasting branches
that wept on every tree
as the seasons of life and death
saw every leaf grow and fall and fade
hers was the heart of kindness
and her hands the weavers of generosity
she knew far too much
about suffering and sickness
and all the heartache life had to offer
but she never cried once
over her own pains or misery
she had too much to do
and too many to care for
to not smile through
the horribleness of it all

Here we are
It's late again
We talk too late
And lose the weekend
I pay the rent
You wash the dishes
This quiet life
Made of fulfilled wishes

What once was gone
May soon return
So that one day
We both can learn
How it feels to be broke
But that's all fine
When we heard God spoke
And had some wine

Night after night
Both soon lose their heads
So they take a break
And for once
Go to sleep instead
Till the sun rise and they wake

We enjoy ourselves
In good company
Yet somehow the nights
That we love
Don't seem as pretty
Like a food you loved
But started to hate
For you desired
To have more on your plate.

What now? they ask
Themselves and their past
What once was a dream
Now seems quite unclean
Then came an angel
Who told both to wait still
And recount their steps
On when they first met.