This plain Monday seemed to be fine
Except I didn't recognize the bright beam
Floating near me in the blue berry sky.
I gazed at this peculiar sight
As the soaring machinery opened its great mouth.

Before I could fathom anything, I was lifted off my feet,
and ****** in like a baby bird consuming an earthworm.
I could no longer hear my own thoughts,
Only the squeaking and mumbling of Stoic strangers.
The pace of my pulse was light, but somehow rapid.

They gently lay me down in front of a foreign device,
A metallic blur to human eyes.
All of these creatures were sexless, and small in stature,
Despite being overbearingly powerful.
One of them knew my name, "Brandon Antonio Smith, this is the moment,
Your life will be changed for the better, forever it will." It kissed my forehead,
Its aromatic saliva remained behind, and eased my afflicted mind.

Then the figure took off all my clothing ,
Raised the instrument, and pierced it through my belly,
While saying "You will lose the knowledge of tears, laughter, happiness,
Rage, love, and all your memories. You are now one of us."  
Eerily, discomfort was not sensed at all.

They dropped me off from
Their space craft, back to Earth, and took off.
This Monday was not plain,
I will never be the same.
What they saw as peace was my nightmare.

Originally written 11/15/10
Revised 9/24/14

(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

The young boy was raised in the sun like a raisin.
Detached shrouds were his comforters,
As were periodical mental lapses of living in the upper boundary of Amazement.
Up there, he would be able to see Caeli.
Teachers warned him to focus on reality,
At conferences his parents saw he was failing.

But it was as if he didn't exist,
His presence was fading in the back of the crowd.
He was there, but not there,
On a aloof voyage sailing the ship he designed.

I believe the reason he almost drowned
Was because he thought he could explore the depths of Atlantis.
No one could find him.
He returned after the horizon bloomed.

And still to this day he lives a life of clouds and sunsets.
You might just be able to find him,
I know I have.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith


(Originally written 11/18/10
Revised 9/23/14)

I contrive to redefine the lines,
Equivalent to defying midnight skies.
Freedom is my bride,
Despite ignorance of a guide.
Why are my mental insides open wide?

What does my future hold?
Specify which road or ride,
And if so why?
You don't know why,
Because you aren't my guide,
And it's all up to me.
I'll pick the right time to arrive,
Alright.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

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

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

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

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

I am not seen
In the public often,
I avoid sunlight,
And sleep in a coffin.

Your stereotypical vampire.




Originally written 2/15/15
Revised 11/30/16

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

After taking a phone call,
My nosy ears overheard
An incident involving a
Female coworker flirting
With a male coworker.
Rather, she was joking
Around with him
Out of boredom.

He said he had a wife,
And she asked if he would
Allow her to be his mistress.
The man made a complaint
To a supervisor, and she
Was moderately reprimanded.

The one accused did not
Think he would take
It so seriously.


I cannot help but think
He would not have felt
Offended if he found her
Attractive, no matter how
Supposedly devout he is to his wife.
If anything it would have
Flattered his ego,

And if it was vice versa
I believe the same
Principle would apply.
The paradoxical predictability
Of Human subjectivity.


(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

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


(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

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)

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

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

“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

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

I have yet to manifest all I am,
Like the prolonged discovery
Of a well known secret.

Here's a free grand tour
Around here special guest,
I would very much like it
If you stuck to my side
Like a sidekick.
I, the heroic tour guide
Of so many surreal wonders,
And darling oh my--

The setting sun sat beside
Two bottomless candles whistling.
Before you knew it,
Their identities were indistinguishable,
In their fervid resplendence.


Frank motives are held back,
Control is so fallibly crass.
What would happen if the
Suppressor were to collapse?

We would expand,
Like we toiled for.

Originally written 2/27/11
Revised 10/19/14

(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

The getaway is close to our eyes,
Can't you escape with me?
You're not obliged to.
It's true that a wrong is committed at least once in life.
Knowledge is the result of multiple mistakes,
I long to know what exactly motivates your fate.

Join me this way,
I would appreciate it if you did.
Alone, it would mean hardship.

Wear me daily as if I'm your favorite logo,
Don't complain of the imperfections.
Believe me, I notice them too.

Explain to me the unexplained,
Answers are what we all want.
Some answers are more apparent than others.
In order to find the less obvious ones,
It's necessary to dig up ditches.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

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

Beats of a drum
Thumping for...
Who?
You and only you.

"L" met up with "o"
Then "o" met up with "v"
Then "v" met up with "e".
We share them together
As a whole on our journey.

Very vital,
You flow
To bestow me
With oxygen.
If you did not,
I would stop..
Dead in my tracks.

And would be overwhelmed into motionlessness.

I doubt that you will
Allow that to take place.

No one can take your place.
Be here to stay..
I am.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 12/18/10
Revised 9/24/14)

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

About a year ago,
Some man with an ulterior motive called,
Took it upon himself to take advantage
Of your orchestrated guilt, and you
Allowed him to intimidate and manipulate you

Slow in catching on to his surreptitious tactics,
Would have been slower if it weren't for two,
You know who I'm alluding to,
You felt that all your crown
Needed was a dunce cap.

Heed to the lesson: never surrender to
Anyone or anything out of intimidation.

Originally written 10/31/13
Revised 11/16/14

(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

"Why oh why?' is what everyone answered.
" Do you have any words to say about him?"

I guess I'll start by saying...
People knew him,
Yet they did not know him.
I think I knew him best,
I was connected to that beating muscle
Sulking beneath his chest.

I adored all he loved,
I squinced at all he hated.
I laughed when he basked in joy,
I would become solemn when he teared.
I was always with him.

I doubt you all knew
The rage that surged through his veins,
I doubt you all knew
His soul further passed away,
With each and every day.

Please dont take this the wrong way,
I don't intend to spite.
He often hid from the ones he loved.
I believe he thought his pain
Would only bring down everyone,

So he shielded everyone from his most dark thoughts.
Please don't blame yourself for not knowing.

He showed only
an ounce of emotion in person.
His deepest thoughts and emotions  
Dwell in the art he disclosed.

Every line, every character he concocted...

You noticed some form of misery,
Some form of longing to surrender,
A longing not to be a part of a world
That was too overbearing for him.
He believed he didn't belong,

But when most of us read his poetry,
If we ever read it at all,
We didn't think too much of it.
Totally oblivious to the pain behind his poetry.

We must reminisce,
We must reflect on every moment
We shared with him.
A moment never truly ends.

Originally written 6/5/11
Revised 10/14/2014

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

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)

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

Five years end,
Yes, gone for good.*

It finally died,
I hope it never returns.

I have it buried in soil
Where it will be a feast for the worms

It expired,
My conclusion is firm.

I remember when it created the scars,
It built up the shields that I would wield
Like mechanical wheels underneath me.

It has lost its power to bleach me.
I've become the burning creature,
Defiant and bold,
Risen from the black pyre.

Its ash I scattered into oblivion.
I wore white garb and smiled at its funeral,
No flowers were laid on its grave.

If my eyes forget lacrymosa,
My tears will be cried in ink.

Goodbye Black Sorrow,
Your death has brought life.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/23/10
Revised 10/3/14)

Do I see you for who you truly are?
Or am I basing judgement off
Of your appearance,
While I don't even know you.

I would be lost for words
If you were to ask me who I am.
I could tell you my name,
I could give you a brief
Or detailed description,
I could tell you what I do,
But that wouldn't do
Your question justice, would it?

I have a question for you,
Are you really living or only surviving?
Please don't be offended.
Ask me the same question,
I won't be offended.
Am I really living or only surviving?
Maybe each and every one
Of us is denying
The blunt truth we can't control.
Embrace the pain
As it bleeds through your soul

Introduce yourself
Before you go
Or before I leave,
Only because it was important to me.

What's the difference between goodbye and hello,
When greeting a man or woman you don't know?

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

(c) 2014 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

His father reminded him of the giddy times,
As if he forgot them.
He does this habitually,
Implying that a lot has changed.
Of course, because today isn't yesterday
And the present isn't the past.
He wishes it was like before.
He can't recognize his son
As if he's wearing a mask.
Grew through adolescence without him
As he put on his mask.
He can't recognize him,
But he'll continue to remind him
That they are

Growing distant,
Without being literally far away,
It seems like it though.
Separated like fission,
And the miles grow and grow.

The true colors faded,
After they were shown.
The underlying tone of it all,
Segregated by a labyrinth of walls.

While we were wearing masks
We couldn't recognize each other,
While we were wearing masks
We couldn't recognize each other anymore.

Growing distant,
Without being literally far away,
It seems like it though.
Separated like fission,
And the miles grow and grow.

He remembers the connection he had with her,
As if she forgot about it.
He speaks of how spending time with her elated him,
Implying that he misses her.
Of course today isn't yesterday
And the present isn't the past,
But he wishes it was like before,
So he asks if they could return to what they once were,
He asks if they could return to what they once were.

They're growing distant
Without being literally far away,
It seems like it though.
Separated like fission,
And the miles grow and grow.

Separated like fission,
And the miles grow and grow,
The miles grow and grow.
It seems like it though.
Growing distant,
And the miles grow and grow,
The miles grow and grow,
Growing distant.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 12/1/10,
Revised 9/23/14)

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

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

My familiar stranger,
My anonymous neighbor,

Who knows of your face?
Who knows "YOU" in general?
Who pays you any attention?
Who ever listens to you?
And are you ever mentioned for more than one second?
Or even at all?

Amnesia so soon,
Amnesia now,
Dementia much later.
Dementia much, much later.
Do you remember now?
Will you remember later?

Just an Emily Dickinson.

Originally written 3/24/11
Revised 10/15/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Amicable, the vibration,
Getting to the Eden.
Elements sanctify the hurt,
Bonded like super glue.
Educates the visualized future,
Symphonic orchestra at the concert.

Adjudicated, the sentiment,
Layering me luscious lucidity.
Evening the odds,
Fit for four hands.
Destiny decided to
Trade compassion and serenity.

Sincere, the revelation

Always and all ways.
Sorry is deeply sorry,
Even when mostly innocent.
Let me contribute to the

Symphonic orchestra at the concert.
Bond like super glue,
Cue my disclosure.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 12/9/10
Revised 10/2/14)

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)

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

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

The Brandon who was sure of a god is deceased,
But his memory is visible in my idealistic wish for one.
Who would not want a loving, personal god
Forgiving their wrongs and guiding them
Towards ever-lasting happiness?
Answer me..

No matter what you want,
In regard to matters of forgiveness and happiness,
You are on your own,
At least that's what I think.

I have to forgive myself,
Even if everyone else will refuse to do so.
Ugly and beautiful both describe me equally,
And these qualities apply to every
Other human being as well,
From the poor to the wealthy,
The atheist to the religious,
The prisoner to the police officer,
The terrorist to the president, and so on.

Failure to acknowledge this
Underscores moral supremacy,
And the over-simplification of humankind.
No war between Good and Evil is being waged,
And as far as happiness goes,
No man or woman can give it to you,
They can only supplement it.
It is not a plateau
To be permanently established,
It waxes and wanes like
The phases of the moon,
Tending to glow whenever you smile.

(c) 2013 Brandon Antonio Smith

9/20/13

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


(c) 2015 Brandon smith

I did not turn out to
Be who most expected me to,
But before I burn out this I confess to you.

I hold on to what is out of reach,
I sing lyrics that others wouldn't sing.
I dwell on my faults,
I procrastinate importance.

I laugh at stupidity, even at myself.
I rarely grin in pictures,
I'm comfortable in the dark.

I've talked while dreaming.
If I can help anyone with anything
I do my best to.
I can't forget what I don't want to remember.

I write to show you the me you've never been exposed to,
I write, because i know no other way.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 12/8/10
Revised 9/23/14)

Cast out entirely this time around.
There's a beautiful world waiting,
But it's easy to be blinded by what you think is beautiful in a beautiful world.*

In the dark for so long.
The retina I own captured false images
Of what i once  believed in.
So much effort stored in a mirage,
lodged in doubtful recollections.

I want no sympathy,
I can only evolve through the chasing of symphonies.
Villainous, aren't you?
The conflict is the enemy.

I'll do away with this blame game,
You're just so awfully gifted at how you play.
I was the warmhearted prey

Fooled into what appears to be defeat,
Due to stupidity.
I saw what I wanted to see,
And clearly my vision was wrong.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/31/10
Revised 9/27/14)

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

(c) 2015 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

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

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 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.

Place your turmoil
Into a narrow, empty container,
Grab a lid and seal it shut,
Let it remain there indefinitely,
And then think nothing of it
As an amnesiac would do.

4/22/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

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)

So I'm just sitting down
Beside a stranger
Playing his guitar beautifully,
Meditating on the idea of how we
As human beings can only go so far.

As far as you can go
Exceeds as far as you can see.

I'm physically near-sighted.
I'm not sure if it's because of that long ago accident
When a tsunami of gasoline soaked my eyes,
But everything far is a water color blur to me,
Is it in fact the same for you?


There are addicts on the curb,
Abandoned dogs without a home.
How did they get there?
I can guess and assume,
Without the slightest clue.

I'm as anxious as an alcoholic
In a state of withdrawal.
Did I fall from Heaven like Lucifer?

Slightly overweight
Then slightly anorexic.
I've thought of less lately,
Less of fate.

Struggled with labels,
"That kid is anti-social."

As soon as
Words *** like fertile *****,
You regret the consequence's backlash.

Why am I even bringing up **** from the past?
  Don't get me wrong,
My story is not a complete sob story.

Anything I hold back,
I will admit and confess and address,
Always.

Originally written 2/4/11
Revised 10/15/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith