My roots lie in the soil of the ground,
But my head is in the clouds.
Please don't ask me how now,
Just know that my head is in the clouds.

At night I wonder when the Sun will return to me,
Oh right, it will in the morning.
The atmosphere remains true to me.

it remains true to me, it remains true to me,
it remains.. true to me.
it remains true to me, it remains true to me,
it remains.. true to me.

My roots lie in the soil of the ground,
But my head is in the clouds.
Please don't ask me how now,
Just know that my head is in the clouds.

THE NEXT DIMENSION!, THE NEXT DIMENSION!
I'll be there.
THE NEXT DIMENSION!, THE NEXT DIMENSION!
Beyond the air.
THE NEXT DIMENSION!, THE NEXT DIMENSION!
Meet me there.

THE NEXT DIMENSION!, THE NEXT DIMENSION!
AN INTERNAL FLARE!!

My roots lie in the soil of the ground,
But my head is in the clouds.
Please don't ask me how now,
Just know that my head is in the clouds.

In the clouds now, in the clouds now,
Everyone is invited, everyone is invited.
In the clouds now, in the clouds now,
I won't deny it, no I won't deny it.

My roots lie in the soil of the ground.........

(c) 2010 Brandon Antonio Smith

10/1/10

At night I brace for the morning,
Tell me if my eyes are stars?

A chill rivals my body's warmth,
Though I've been cold before,
I never experienced snow.

When I laugh I encompass a warm glow,
Day dreaming about the girl who used to wear a bow,
Hour to hour I find myself in my own zone.

Sooooo.....
I am so inclined.

(c) 2010 Brandon Antonio Smith

10/11/10

Going through the day with an empty stomach,
Anxiety is written in my bones.

A lady smiles as she walks by,
I sit on a bench and politely wave hi,
But in the mean time...

Tell me what you think
And I'll tell you what i know,
Today has been great,
So don't feel so low.

I have to **** some minutes,
But in the mean time,
I'm fine, alright
I'm good, it's understood.

Ok...

An instrumental switches in my head,
I can go on and on without a care.
My legs are walking over obstacles,
So how the hell could I be tripping?

It's tough to catch a grip on reality,
I have butter fingers,
My hands slip.

Tell me what you think
And I'll tell you what i know,
Today has been great,
So don't feel so low.

I have to **** some minutes,
But in the mean time,
I'm fine, alright,
I'm good, its understood.

Ok...

Do you know what I'm talking about?!
What am I talking about?
Do you know what i'm talking about?!
What am I talking about?


Do you know what i'm talking about?
I'm not even sure if I know.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/21/10
Revised 9/29/14)

My neighbor recalls his past life.
In it, he drank warm whiskey in the late evening,
While staring into space.
His white chandelier flinched, suspended high,
He didn't see it as a threat.

In a fraction of a second,
His cerebrum was crowned by thorns,
His chest puffed of poison, his body was raised,
And his iris was replaced with angelic light,
Until he was relinquished.
Minutes later he vanished.

His shadow remains on the wall for everyone to see
That he was claimed.

Today he said he admired the spirit of me,
And reassured me that I would not experience
The same, now or in any other life,
Thank goodness.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/30/10
Revised 9/29/14)

A spore
Sought my sopor.
It is volatile,
It disperses,
And languishes.

Instantaneously,
The silence breaks.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/11/10
Revised 9/29/14)

Solely roaming,
Solely flowing,
Slowly transcending,
Slowly ascending.

Where do those pretty wings belong?
On the sides of skulls.

Lifting our mind state,
Leading us
To the land of winged skulls.

There's a brain in a bowl who says so.

Only drifting
Behind gates with thee,
Receiving symbols.

Your eyes dilate,
Someone's head is hung over,
Bludgeoned by stones.

There's a brain in a bowl that says so.

Where do those pretty wings belong?
On the sides of skulls,

Lifting your mind state,
Leading you
To the land of winged skulls.

There's a brain in a bowl that says so.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/27/10
Revised 9/27/14)

A ladder to climb,
A moral to sign.

Devour the lotus.
Mountains amounting to doubting,
How much further do we have to climb?
Further, go further,
But remember, it can be dangerous
Leaving all of the past behind.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 11/29/10
Revised 9/27/14)