….It was a maze of Beauty and Madness.
Each thought painted with a different color; a different image.
A different kind of Magic.


Roses are red.
Violets are blue.

But you see…
Red was never really her color,  
and neither was blue.
Why couldn’t the Violets be violet, and the Roses be too.
F* it.
Let’s paint them yellow and green, orange and pink, even black and white too.

And so….
She left them all blank….
Waiting for the sky to turn green and the grass to turn blue.

It’s not about how you Play the

Music.

It’s  how you Express it.

🖤

Take me there.
Take me To the place where you get lost.
Lost in your thoughts of love and reason.
Take me to the place where you surrender to freedom.
That part of you that No one else belongs to.
I’d like to see that beautiful place of loneliness;
where the spirit flys freely.
And magic exists.
Take me there.

Tonight.
I’m learning, if I’m learning.
That the world is a much better place if I see it that way.
To learn ones very existence.
Ones very meaning.
The one soul,
as we start from the beginning.
Who we are together.
As one we are.
The very life and purpose of this world; connecting.
How one affects the other,
As one action creates another.
And the stars stay silent.
Together,
as we are one.

It was nothing but peace and ease in their minds.
A Comfort in their spirits with a light that dances through us..
like a symphony….

Each story written in a poetic unison;
liberating our musical spirits.
The earth turns again,
with every breath that We take.
And The music turns again,  
With every record we put on play,
Dancing through us..
Like a symphony.…
🎶

You can’t truly understand the world,
until you’ve seen it.

“It only wants to be understood.”

We’ve met once before.

🖤
In another Lifetime.

And she looked over at him…
Over from the stars.  
Eyes brighter than the sky,

And whispered,  
“I see God in you.”
💛

And she looked over at him….
Over from the stars.
Eyes brighter than the sky,

And whispered,
“I see God in you.”
🖤

This line states nothing.
This statement says nothing.
To feel nothing.
Lost in no thought
No time
No worries.
Just this peaceful sound
Of Silence.
Among These Melancholy Trees
that speak nothing.
Because the wind speaks whispers and my heart feels empty.
But these trees stand sturdy and that’s why I sit with them.

Love is a price we learn to keep.

🖤

And What if we were all just a part of something bigger.
Bigger than the existence of the universe.
Only emotions can connect to it.
Our purpose in this world.
They say faith is felt.
The one true gift given to us.
I look to the sky this time,
Watching the stars,
Wandering
As they hold all our darkest secrets.

Articulate.
Perceptive.
Imaginative.
Only emotions could create it.
I guess that can describe it.
Authentic in the slightest.
That mystery expression?
Yah, I’ve seen it before.
It can strip away all what ego stands for. Leaving only to see Beauty in its highest.
Artistry at its finest.
I guess that can describe it.





The artist turns away leaving all of his treasures behind him. Wandering the world with an open change that is no longer feared or beside him. 🖤

When I see you…
It brings back all of these emotions of something I once knew.
In a time of a great Love….
A Love I merely touched, and had to let go of.
A Love many never get to experience; in this lifetime or two.
It’s rarity so deep, that only the stars knew the answers to.

If there truly are any.
Answers…to a Love like that.

But be as it Be, and let it Be as it Be.
And that I know that kind of Love is Real.
I Recognize it.
It’s Beauty and its pain.
They synchronize with one another.
bringing Light and darkness alike.

The yin and the yang.  

Symbolizing all of the things that we can not see.

It was different this time,
Staring back at me with all its mysterious
wonder.

I swear I saw you in it.
Radiating your color,

Vibrant and glowing.

You must have found me,
In the midst of the
unknowing.

🖤

an Artists Mind is like a maze of complexities that sink deeper than the sand.
Not even the depths of the oceans could understand.
Where madness Lives & Love reside.

There are no thoughts when I write.
These words come to me in waves of  
emotion.
Telling me their stories, as the tide turns along the ocean.
You’re lucky if you catch one,
Listening.
I open up my arms to them.
Surrendering.
Surrendering these empty thoughts as they fill them with meaning.
Taking them to a place of secret.
Only to return to you with its honesty.
Ready to share with the
world.
To be heard once more.
You can choose to pick it up if you want;  
these seashells of secret.
I saw you in it, so I didn’t hesitate.
Radiating your color, Vibrant and glowing. You must have found me, In the midst of the unknowing.
I pick it up to hear the waves of your story. Understanding  its every meaning.
Listening to the sound of your voice, one last time.
There are no thoughts when I write.
You’re lucky if you catch one.
Listening.

Someone once asked me…
“So, what have you learned so far?”
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“That there’s so much more.”
                                      -JB
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