It is the song the bird memorizes every morning.
It is the movement of an inspired dancer.
The swift movement of fingers on an instrument,
And the beautiful sound that follows it.
It is emotion via colors on a canvas,
Or a melodic rhythm in song.
Is is a visual discussion of something worth
Knowing, learning, and hearing about.
It is a satisfying photo symbolizing life, and love,
And yet, a graphic, detailed piece explaining sin,
Death, and the wrong of human nature.
The release of built up emotions, both positive
And negative, creating something unique that
May only be significant to a single person,
Or able to grasp the attention of the world.
It is usually expressed through agony, and longing.
It is ourselves through a visual metaphor.
It is a spell, that's been cast upon you, that you
Express to others, expanding the impact of this magic.
It is the explanation of your own being.
It can explain your self views, and opinions.
It is something so beautiful, you cannot explain
Or comprehend the meaning unless you've experienced it
Yourself.
It's the realization that we are here to love.
It is deep thoughts coming to you from nowhere
But your own mind, using the one incredible thing
We're given that can unlock anything.
It is the face that we're present, we're
Alive, we are discovering, we are creating, we
Are learning, and we are living.
If that isn't art, then what is it?

Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me.
I like to play a game called hard to forget.
Rose petal lips wish for your attention.
Attention: tomorrow you’ll wish we’d never met.

Lean a little closer, and just give in.
Bust through that barrier, blocking your desire.
Feel the radiation as you touch my skin.
Our eyes magnetize, signing a single contract.

Your stone-carved face fills my vision.
Hesitate for a moment, entertaining free will.
That’s silly. Dropping that was a condition.
Your mouth’s warm breeze tantalizes my lips,
but we stay stubborn still.

Always and forever. I wrote in pencil.
Veracity in my eyes; “Baby, I can’t lie.”
Touch. Spark. Ignition. This fire you can handle,
You think. I inhale, to let out a siren’s sigh.

It’s too late now.
The spell has been cast.
I’ve infected your present.
You won’t be the last.

You’ll never forget.
Kissed me kissed me.
Now you’re gonna miss me.

We open our minds to expand to the times not to pretend there is some end to confine the limits of prime; we defend to remind to dance to the trance we redefine to enhance not to surrender to chance.

We open our hearts to embrace the new space-time transparency, interdimensional race as we become united and one, open to truth we exhibit ourselves as one infinite youth, gifted and new, eternally pure evolved to endure no end to potential, perfect and cured.

We strengthen our bodies and build on each other we love ourselves and love one another we grow and mature and extend to our neighbors but as we think deeper our expansion is greater our planet is one and our galaxy peace to the opening worlds we bring wisdom and ease we do not enslave or deny or deceive but we share our pure knowledge our light and belief.

We raise up our souls beyond science and physics to evolve beyond consciousness confinements and limits our imperial nature shifts to emerge from the boundaries of body and smallness of Earth we expand our perception to include all dimensions from previous eons to future inceptions.

We shift our new world from finite to light, universal, infinite, natural, bright we embrace the day and welcome the night to work with each other to be perfect, upright, to evolve our new planet, our galactic mindframe to expand from micro to cosmically aimed to unlock the portals to open our brains to evolve from old gears to interdimensional spheres uniting creation without hesitation pure as clean water and deep meditation.

-Ryan Christopher Brandes

The universe exhales.
  
Its bitter, cold breath
Gently guiding us further
Away from the place where
We used to exist.
  
Constantly pushing and pounding
Such a passionate, violent kiss!

It is our Home that we long for,
But can't seem to find.

So, further and further and further, we fly:
  
Weak and weary, we will continue on
Until the Universe inhales-
And the very last particle of light
Returns home.

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

For viewers,
I’m adjusting
my face
and while
foraging though
the trunk
full of masks
and manufactured
convictions,
a sack of
amusing diversions
spills into view,
all of it lacking
convincing connection
or anchor…

I’m the
Houdini
of human communion
vanished again
into smoke,
a phantom floating
in air
left behind
for your
entertainment.