May this resonate with you.
May you be alleviated
Entirely in the wake of the dawn.
I will fulfill your spirit
With my lambent presence.

In other words, the perennial balm
Filled the pores of your conscious.

We are immense and intense
Like the god-inspired galaxies,
And as passionate as Hades.

May we carry on as one.

Originally written 11/12/10
Revised in 2014

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

“Our government teaches the whole people by its example. If the government becomes the lawbreaker, it breeds contempt for law; it invites every man to become a law unto himself; it invites anarchy.”- Louis D. Brandeis.

Beware of the uncivilized nation
Where mighty green reigns wildly,
And morals are for the most part ignored,
Corporations won't hesitate to betray you.
Waging a war means increased wages,
Take care, the army will shoot you.

A woman's work is worth less,
"Aliens"are manipulated for cheap labor.
Give the wealthy power
Over the poverty of the weak.
Why are we so prone to
commercialized, cultural conditioning?

Debt takes away all freedom.
Keep us in debt
To keep us under your control.
Modern day slavery,
Crown Capitalism the king and master.
Get it, Master Card?
Supported by a fickle impostor
Dressed in robes known as democracy.

The cruel system is designed to
Prolong and maintain already existing problems,
Often exacerbating them,
Even creating new conflicts.

The schools uphold the system,
Student is code for automaton.
Criminal is code for prison's big business.

Through it all, pillage the planet,
Divide, conquer, then destroy everything in your wake,
As if it's the main mission of some diabolical plan.

I don't blame the new student in my class,
Long years ago, who  didn't stand up
During the pledge of allegiance.

Originally written 3/29/11
Revised 10/17/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Light-years north of the purple, zephyr dome.
The saccharine amulet is like euphoria
Buried below the wet soil of Utopian plains,
An aura born of  visual brilliance like the aurora borealis
Is this the homely orphanage for poetic spirits and souls?
The intuitive life- forms worthy of sempiternal light?

Tyrant Ignoramus's army is multiplying,
And assembling more power,
Lascivious like an extreme *******.

Certainty of survival? No, there is not,
Nervous like claustrophobic Nibbana.
Life-forces forced to test
The stability of the precipice.
Can balance be maintained?
Only for so long....

Loping for miles,
Exhausting it must be,
Their hooves must go on and on,
Heedless of stopping.

Past Ignoramus's Fortress,
Past the Alchemist's Bridge over yonder,
Light-years north of the purple, zephyr dome.
The saccharine amulet is like euphoria
Buried below the wet soil of the Utopian plains,
An aura born of visual brilliance like the aurora borealis.
This is the homely orphanage for poetic spirits and souls,
The intuitive life-forms worthy of sempiternal light.

Originally written 7/30/11
Revised 10/17/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Cut off my ****
So I won't be ******.
When I'm gone,
Tell me I'll be missed.
Reality and dreams
Like a knife and wrist.
It bites the dust,
Bites like a *****.
Is there any use fighting it?

Show them riot ****.
I'll crash from going
On autopilot.
I feel a silent itch,
Urging to be scratched.
How odd,
Like a dragon with a lit match.

Giving you rock swift rap,
I hope you don't miss that.


I'm tired of sitting back.
A liar a truth lacks,
Aspire the roof's track,
Pure emerald green,
Because I'm higher,
And I ain't even smoke that.

This is just the beginning,
It ain't over yet.

Originally written 3/25/11
Revised 10/17/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

I want to be like water.
I want to be amorphous ,
And transform into
Any shape I dwell in.

I want to be liberated,
I want to understand,
And to be understood. 
I don't want to be a
Mere, mindless structure
Obeying every demand
Of our societal machine,
I need to challenge this machine.

Why do people
Complain when it rains?
Rain is just as
Natural as sunshine,
It allows growth,
The soil is thirsty.

I want to be like the rain.
I want to soak the world
With creativity and inspiration.
I want to relieve myself
Of my sorrows,
I want to be purified,
I want to be like water.

Originally written 3/4/11
Revised 10/23/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

One day, a decade ago, I came home from school,
And instead of starting my homework,
I showed my grandmother the picture I drew,
And my grandmother Edna said to me,
"Bran, you have one big imagination."
I grinned and shrugged, replying
"Sorry Grandma, I can't help it"

She knows who she is....
And I think everyone knows where I'm coming from...

Like all naive lovers, I imagined a happily ever after,
But Aphrodite discovered that i'm a functional disaster
Sort of like what happened when Wendy met Casper?
Silly, I know,
Well at least I tried to capture a little laughter.

I imagine her name as the name of a virtuoso band.
I listen enthusiastically to the band play,
"Eat your heart out, eat your heart out."
Yes, she's a band-aid.

I've imagined attending the salmon church with her,
Even though I don't believe.
Still I would do that for my Desdemona,
"I will deny thee nothing."

I imagined us getting married at an altar,
The honeymoon would be on the moon weeping honey.
Three years later, we have Harmony, our daughter.

My imagination is wild,
Maybe it's too far out there,
Where the wild things are.

Isn't it true that before you make something happen
You have to imagine it happening first?
Something like a self-fulfilled prophecy,

In time we'll see.

One day I came home from Mount Olympus,
And instead of professing agape,
I showed Cupid this poem I wrote,
And Cupid said to me, "You have one wild imagination."
I shrugged, replying, " I can't help it."
Cupid smiled and said, "You have a romantic one also."

Originally written 5/17/11
Revised 10/24/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

This is my first poem,
I have no clue what to write,
But I will try.
I'm having my first child,
How will I provide for and nurture a life?

I have never been here before,
This is my first time.
There used to be a time,
When time didn't matter
To a multi-celled mass.

This is my last poem,
I still have no clue what to write,
But it will be easier this time for me.
This time around my eldest child
Must provide for and nurture a life.

I've been here many times before,
But this is my last time.
There was never a time
When time mattered to a multi-celled mass.

This is the first and last poem.

Originally written 4/26/11
Revised 10/16/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith