The burst of energy flashes----
Breaking into the shy night
Like an abrasive lightning strike.
Arising..arousing...
Hyped...

Originally written 8/2/11
Revised 10/18/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

My ears informed me that there was a Long Hard Road Out Of Hell,
But also that there was The Stairway To Heaven.*

Heaven sent yet hell bent,
Curved and bent.
You don't know where I am,
Because it all depends.

If the bird is the word
Then I'm flying above Earth,
As as far as my capability allows, I mentally surf.

Our lives are moving like jet streams,
And numerous times I've hit low points,
Aspiring to exceed my limitations.
The air I breathe is heavy.

Smoke floats from verdant leaves,
Currents lead us, but we are often misled.


(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 11/19/10
Revised 9/24/14)

Your life is over-rated,
And my death looks
Attractive like a magnet.

To think for one self
Is such a rash habit.
No, not really,
Pardon the sarcasm.
Whenever I rap I have
A spiritual ******.

The Truth
Isn't a fashion.
The day I was born my mother
Should have named me Blasphem...y.
We think we have all the answers,
Without applying the questions,
We don't even ask them.

We must ask them
Like wisdom's passion,
And put theory into practice
Because kinetic energy can only
Be expressed through action.

Originally written 6/9/11
Revised 10/14/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Memorization is not education.
Success is a fixed point,
Success is not happiness.
Fame is not acceptance.

Your destiny is not defined by any book,
Unless you allow it to be.
Books do not define your destiny,
Unless you allow them to.

What happens beyond death can not be known,
It can not be known what happens beyond death.

I am whoever I am,.
And you are whoever you are.

Originally written 7/26/11
Revised 10/20/14

(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 don't go outside often.
I avoid the sunlight,
And sleep in a coffin.

Your stereotypical vampire,
This is another sob story
For a ritual campfire.
Not an individual
To be admired,

But how I long to be
Blown into the nose
Of fame like *******
With no shame.

I'd be another meteorite
To crack under the spotlight,
Diagnosed with blocked sight

At a dead end
As inspiration deadens
And the debt of regret sets in.
Nothing would be more pleasant.

(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

Grinning plastic face,
The parts of puppets
Used for the sole
Purpose of propaganda.
Papa's only way to
Put a smile on his
Spoiled daughter's face.

The world's toys
Are played with,
Figure heads debate.
Religious fanatics
Can scare you into
Thinking you're going to
Burn for an eternity,
Oh well then.
The Godhead
Condemns Lucifer.

Psychiatrist,
Am I psychlogically well?
Please tell me
Whether or not
My results indicate
That I need to be
Dependent upon
Your medication.

Originally written 1/21/11
Revised 10/21/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

I dreamed about you for what
May have been the first time.
You were explaining something
To me, preparing to leave.
I held you close against me,
And we played footsie.

I wrote a song and a poem.
I told my brother Jordan
That it was unlike
Anything I've ever written.
How proud of it I was.

You hoped for a new life
Outside of Florida.
Now you have it.

I never wanted
You to leave.
I couldn't do anything  
To stop you, or
Persuade you to stay.

You said we should
Stay in touch
Through letters.
The birthday card
You sent me last year
Is in my drawer, still.

I was a companion,
And a lousy mate,
Not a boyfriend.
I could have been.

I could have
Taken that title.
We could have
Played the dating
Game together.
We could have
Risked losing.

I chose to wait for a
More ideal candidate.
She never arrived,
As far as I know.

We had a few
Heated arguments.
The last stemmed
From my ignorance
In an area I believed
I should have been
Knowledgeable in.

I have a tendency
To be an ignorant
Know it all,
To have difficulty
With simple things.

You wanted to
Meet my grandma,
and I was afraid that
It would not go well,
Mainly due to the
Color of your skin.

Your mother encouraged
Me to talk to her about it,
To divulge to her what
Your friendship meant to me.

I decided against it.
At least you briefly
Met my mother who
You thought was nice.

I was angry when
You broke undesirable
News to me, in spite of it,
I would have never
Abandoned our friendship.

Nearly two years later,
And I still have
To be informed,
It's been long overdue.
I know I've already
Said this before,
But I will be soon.

I don't know if you'll ever read this,
And I don't know if I'll ever see
Or hear from you again.

The fierce thunder grumbles,
The marshmallow clouds precipitate.
Faded while sober,
Subjective perceptions of reality.

I am very fond of words,
As everyone should know,
But words have meaning
Without meaning.
They're silent parrots.

Originally written 1/15/11
Revised 10/19/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Somehow the rest of the day
Fleeted like our fragile thoughts.

The preoccupied crustacean
Washed upon the shore,
Thanks to the high tide,
A swirl of earthly obsessions.

An old woman awoke early
In the morning to water her bonsai.
Who is that at the front door?
Who could it possibly be?
Was it the childbearing of symmetry
From a timid chamber?

Does a poet create poetry or does poetry create a poet?

Read and decide for me.

Originally written 4/10/11
Revised 10/18/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Late last night
Some sadistic succubus cursed me,
I entertained a horrific vision.

An enraged young man held a grudge
Like a passionate mother holds a new born.
The grudge inspired the shedding of my blood,
Murdered before I realized,
That I could no longer conceptualize
What I was.

Was what I saw suggesting that
The proceeding day will bring a new pain?

If not a new pain for me,
It could be for someone out there,
Somewhere out there,
  An incarnation
Of lost generations.

Originally written 4/29/11
Revised 10/20/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

My once serene friend
Lashed at me relentlessly
With blue black turbulence.
Before doing so,
He bellowed a roar,
Foreshadowing
Betrayal, and doom.

Originally written in 2007
Revised 11/25/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

I want reverence and paradise.

I attest to formerly
Conspiring to become a sage.
Chastise me you might,
But observe the foible,
It is not idiosyncratic of me.

Sages are misinterpreted by many
As models to be emulated
For the sake of love and happiness.
The real sage is the seasoning
To be incorporated from
Rebel Truth's fecund message.

You, the seasonal visitor,
Let go of your habitual luggage,
And traverse the transit.

Originally written 9/27/11
Revised 10/21/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Closed ears refuse to listen
To anyone other than themselves,
Closed hearts shun empathy,
Closed minds don't see anything beyond
Their own limited perception,
This includes closed eyes,
Although sometimes you have to
Close your physical eyes
In order to see with your mind's eye.

Being closed means being deprived.

Be open to all existence,
Be open to  new experiences,
Be open to knowledge,
Be open to wisdom,

And then be ready
To fill your cup to
The brim with hemlock
For corrupting the youth
With clarity and liberty.

Originally written 1/30/11
Revised 10/18/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Little has been made
Of the hurtling calendar.
Countless days masturbated
Into oblivion.
I'm supposed to
Have my life together,

Like all my accomplished
Peers who are doing
Well for themselves,
Bachelor degrees and
Promising careers,
Absolutely deserving
Of envious applause

From a coddled child
Who has yet to evolve into
A fully functional adult.


(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

Should I only think of the positive?
Well I'll try, I'm not a complete pessimist,
At the same time, I'm not a complete optimist.
So many great and awful things I heard today,
I heard them one at a time.
Say your prayers for me if you wish,
Save all the bad luck for my worst day.

And the lord didn't know
What to say to me.
Every single time,
Couldn't make up his mind,
Every single word,
Seemed so absurd.

Should I tell you I once had thoughts...
of retiring my pen?
Ironic, isn't it?
I won't think like that again.
Should I tell you my heart
Murmurs occasionally?
That's probably not important,
Lets just wait and see.

And my friends didn't  know
What to say to me.
Every single time,
Couldn't make up their mind,
Every single word,
Seemed so absurd.

And the lord didn't  know
What to say to me.
Every single time,
Couldn't make up his mind.
Every single word,
Seemed so absurd.

And you didn't  know
What to say to me.
Every single time,
Couldn't make up your mind
Every single word,
Seemed so absurd.

So ******* indecisive
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So ******* indecisive
Yeah, yeah, yeah

So ******* indecisive,
Thinking exactly like this.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 11/17/10
Revised 9/24/14)

I am a wound that
Has never been stitched,
And remain as untouchable
As a ghost--- as a wart.


(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

You are without belongings,
Not belonging.

The long while
Longing,

Burning,
Until you
Disintegrate.



© 2016 Brandon Antonio Smith

Now that up is down,
That would be me,
The fusion incites a composition for the muses.

Aren't your ears intended to listen to
The cherubs and behemoths on your shoulders?

So much further up,
So much further down,
Emerge and sink,
Sink and emerge,
But come out human.

Originally written 11/10/10
Revised in 2014

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Intimations of intuition
Liberally surface.
Faith and I
Are on speaking terms.
Ekstasis wraps its arms
Around me and eases
Into my body.

I seem transmuted.

Come Here by Kath Bloom
Is mentally playing;
She sings of love,
And even though I have no lover,
It still soothes me
Like the generous breeze,
And uplifts me
Like Sol's glimmering solace.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Originally written 1/15/14
Revised in 2014

“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

Whatever comes to mind.
The frequent and frail failures,
The penetrated safe,
The outcomes of rash decisions,
The side-effects of sudden dilemmas,
The organisms' ******* organs Organized in an ****,
The most made of a loss,
The impulsive implosion,
This destructive construction,
The anonymous messenger,
Whatever comes to mind.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Originally written 2/14/14
Revised in 2014

Names are rendered superfluous,
And will never justify existence.
Life is only a moment's glance.

You're not supposed to stare directly at the sun
You're not supposed to stare directly at the sun
You're not supposed to stare directly at the sun
You're not supposed to stare directly at the sun
You're not supposed to stare directly at the sun,
But I already have.

The light is
Far too bright,
And I have
Abandoned sleep.




Originally written 4/11/11
Revised 10/15/14
Revised 12/4/16
Revised 7/16/17




2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Cheers to us I'll say,
Even towards the obvious end.

Fashionably spelled with
Acrylic resin across my skin
As a daily reminder,
As if I would forget
Beauty's creator.

Your power of alchemy
First revealed to me
As a warped hole inside
A 6th grade English
Composition book.

The absence of friendship
Invoked your name.
You've epitomized
Loyalty ever since,
My work testifies to it.
I couldn't be any
More grateful.


(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

There's one question
In particular I despise:
What's new?

Because I am pressured
To explain how different
My life has become.

I rather not
Admit its bin has
Overflowed with
Redundant files.

  You will scowl when I say,
"For me, every day is a slight
Variation of what has preceded.
There's nothing new to mention."
A conversation repellent for sure.

(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

I cannot tell--
Whether you are
Walking towards me
Or walking away from me.

Every hello entails a farewell--
No one can avoid its inevitability,

But I have always
Been an isolated isle,
A timorous turtle withdrawn
Into the shelter of my shell,
Indigent of affection.


Written 5/30/2015
(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

Ink splatters all over my hands,
I won't give it a chance to sink in.

Fully aware up until this second...

You avert bad omen,
But I desperately need
It for french toast.
Raise your glasses,
I'll say cheers.

Let's be consoled.
Cure your fear,
It make me nauseous.

What does creativity
Have to do with logic?

Self-conscious ***** whales
Buy **** Sapiens Sapiens perfume,
And at the graveyard Lara Croft raids tombs.
Go hallucinate like the hippie zombie,
Meeting doomsday soon.

Originally written 3/23/11
Revised 10/18/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

We aren't always safe,
Safe from ourselves.

If I was always safe
Then I wouldn't be afraid of danger.

If life was always sweet,
I wouldn't evade displeasure.

Life isn't life,
If you dream of demise.

It only takes thought to realize...

Originally written 1/4/11
Revised 10/20/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Guilt can compel you to
Bow before Suicide's doorsteps.
A godly man named Christ
Cannot provide me with
The luxury of redemption.

I am on my own.
The dead end sign ahead
Is inscribed with all that
I have done wrong.

(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

I'll disappear
Out of this room;
Entering a foreign universe,
Humming a cheerful tune,
Befriending dancing lights
Who hardly notice you,
Vanishing into the darkness
Like a witch's broom--
Oblivion.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Revised in 2014

The soothsayer promised a resolution.
Will there be everlasting unity
Among us humans?

The lost lovers sung
Alongside the dying swans.
Their hands raised,
Longing to find each other's arms.

Redemption returns,
Possibilities alter.
The day of reckoning confirmed
A beginning to clutch--
The rivers reverse.


I ruminate,
Alchemic waterfalls--
A crash.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 12/23/10,
Revised 9/23/14)

I walk a few blocks
Or so to the bus stop,
On my way to work,
Every morning,
Except for Tuesdays
And Wednesdays.

Each time,
A motionless possum
With a ****** mouth
Greets me, as he lays
Comfortably on his hard bed.

Each time,
Becoming more
And more impersonal.

A full coat of fur
Replaced with a
Grey mushy mass.
The undisputed fate
Of all living beings.

My possum friend,
Will not be the only
One who does not
Leave a legacy behind.



(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

No words can fully
Describe you and I.
Not one, not five.
Not an infinite amount.

Words are
Never enough.
There is always
More to be said.
A person is always
Beyond definition..


(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

My wish for public
Recognition is idle.
Victorious loser
And lost victor
Should be my
Only titles.


(c) 2015 Brandon smith

Women often
Overlook me,
At least the
Alcohol is kind.

I'm grateful.
The imperfect moments
Begin to incubate,
Nothing is wrong.





Originally written 11/30/10
Revised 9/23/14
Revised 1/17/17

Can there be a hybrid
of stay and go?
Stay and go,
Whichever allows.

You don't follow directions well,
Do you?
Well, do you?
No, I have no common sense.

Do whatever you choose to,
It is what it is.

Originally written 2/10/11
Revised 10/19/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

A life sheltered and coddled,
A course of cowardice followed,
While the doldrums of yesterday
Are likely to echo tomorrow....

This cycle of idleness must be broken.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Originally written 3/13/14
Revised in 2014

Do you know how ataraxia tastes?

I change like places.
Color and color the movement
"I was sure that I was human",
Thought the kaleidoscope.

Can't be explained,
I just am what i am like Dada.
Ridicule won't bother the gypsy

Would you like to hear turquoise?
Life is beautiful.

An unknown philosopher formed a rock band,
Shortly after talking to Chance the Gardener.

Visit me in a caravan,
The quest starts in there,
Too few enigmatic passengers.

Originally written 3/30/11
Revised 10/21/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

A black ball point pen.
A crumpled pad.
Words rolled from
A hand of birth
Like a pair of die,
Aware of why,
And what and such and such.

I have adrenaline cheeks,
They rush and blush.
Dukkha's bulging bullet eyes
Are at times too much to duck duck
Goose mother comes to
To try my luck for a dollar buck.

In disappointment hear me holler "****!"
Followed by "god ******!"
If Chuck is stuck,
Why won't he cram it?
I must be Chuck,
Because I don't understand it.

Originally written 1/14/11
Revised 10/20/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Look this way,
See this feeble smile on my face.
Veins heavy with dwindling gaiety
And badgering vexation.

I was self-destruction
Pulled into grace.
Demons are in everyone,
Not just heathens and rebels.

I envisioned paradise, did you figure?

The barrier was bit by your fangs.


(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 11/30/10
Revised 9/24/14)

Never stood
A chance
At romance,
So you will never
See me dance.

I'm just a man
With cold hands, or

Better yet cold feet,
If a woman were
To approach me.



© 2016 Brandon Antonio Smith

Keep your thoughts..

Please wait outside the door,
They were born yesterday, weren't they?
So they knew they would die tomorrow,
And begin the transformation?

Most likely yes,
I must say,
Anything could be a possible title
For a poem, short story, novel,
Play, movie, or album,
Ejected from the womb.
Some are easily forgotten,
Others are spectacularly memorable,
I prefer the ladder meant for the latter.

The prophet's prediction
Couldn't be any more false.

The wholesome one of incomplete parts
Never began at the start.

Give me your thoughts..

Originally written 2/17/11
Revised 10/19/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

All I have
Is paper,
And a pen,
And a dearth
Of friends.

(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

The adrift addict
Lays ravaged;
Petrified upon the mattress,
Fixated upon his quick fix

From morning to night,
His reason is sacrificed,
So that Kamaraga
Can ascend to the throne.

4/3/14
Revised 4/3/17

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Who she referred
To as a best friend,
Was quickly disposed of,
Like a breathless cigarette.

The value in
Him once seen,
Was easily forgotten.

He's her best exile..


(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

Spinning and twirling,
Twirling and spinning
In a dumb-founded stupor,
There's barely a sense of balance,
Wobbling abruptly on my feet.

Someone called my cell phone restricted.
I'm sorry, I wasn't aware at the time,
I'll catch up to you later,
I'm not much of a talker anyways.

Tossing and turning,
Turning and tossing.
I don't want to go to bed,
But i will eventually.
I might be forced to.

It won't last too long
As any other night.
My consciousness
Is a vampire bred with a werewolf.

I'm thankful for our Great Star,
Providing light for so many forms of life--
I still long for Luna.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 12/5/10
Revised 9/23/14)

Here are the signs
Shed from light,
The clarity I seek
Before I decline.

The silence is deafening,
More than any noise.
What arising threat do I pose?

The secrets cherished near the trail of the bohemian woods,
The promises I swore to abide by.
Pleasant dreams and fantasies are welcomed
In the arrival of the morning.

Was this supposed to happen or was this a mistake?
Is this a dogmatic argument or a humane debate?
Do I have a body or do I lack a form and shape?
Yes I do have one, I'm just losing ****** weight,

Yes I was a Christian, I just no longer have ****** faith.
The eccentric nature of the beast is revealed,
Distinguish what's real and fake.

The eccentric nature of the beast is revealed,
Distinguish what's real and fake..
For my sake...

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 11/28/10
Revised 9/24/14)

I did not sleep
Well yesternight.
Weary were my eyes.
Guilt taunted me
Until the morning,
And called me
A disappointment.

I did not sleep
Well yesternight.
I could not comfort
You in your state of fear.
I am sorry.

Originally written in 2010
Revised 11/23/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

The pieces connect,
Scrawled on a nonexistent map.
I must protect the pieces,
I vow to comprehend and understand them.

A most mysterious mentality
Appears to be a gravel road extending past houses and caves,

Inciting my foot steps.

Originally written 11/5/2010
Revised in 2014

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

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