sleep well be well the
mind is a dream just here

have done so much wrong
that i have forgotten my
mind is confused truth

O mind
When will you be still
You get blossomed
In the wake of love
You feel happy
Surrounded by relations
Sometimes you stumble
Cry and you get up
You hold the thread
Of hope
In moments you are free
Flying in sky
In moments you are on
Journey of love
O mind,
When will you be still?

Shrunken
Sentences into digital para
meters.
Glance at a screen forever
Stolen
Sightless birds criss-crossing
And swiping food away.
Hands full with
Thoughts
Emptied and tidied ferociously
They
Discovered.
Jury retired defendant
Launches new attack pattern
Society
Crumbles.
Again.

Familiar was the squawk of dawn's happy choir.    
A cheerfulness so potently dire.    
When daily suffering is inescapable    
Anguish does not discriminate or label.    
A man's belly, barren of bread, aches in pain.
An ache the same,
As the obsession to be desired by the vain.    
To the blacksmith of thought, we are the tool.    
The mastery of thought is the saving rule.

Ye olde Yo-***, advises get thee to a nunnery of trees, leaves of sunlight scorched sunrises and sunsets to clear the cobwebs and recall more fully the good stuff,  like in Oregun,

allow it to resonant via ****** shots of temporal, but seasonal natural harmony, a more regulat visitor of the upcoming comes of good weather and the life by the water, on a tiny islansd, long lazy days, and a lessening of the
mental haze-ing

punctuating life with long walks and teardrops of tears, poetry suggestives, will be dropping from icy white cumulus every day clouds, moving to uncover the elaborate and running trills of colutara words lurking within, no more the blaring horns of trafficked sounds of First Ave., trucks fighting to de-liver-er the urgencies of consumption (a most excellent disease) and the potpourri symphony of marching bands blaring of ambulances, fire trucks, and the EXTRAordinary impatience of horn blaring taxis up and down York Ave., dropping off patients 24-7 at a laundry list of  "specialized" Hospitals with "views of the river in every room"

I miss the quietude noises of summer breezes tickling minds, trees frothing a
cappucino sun heated breeze to stir the blush and rush of words forming faster than the mind can absorb;

alas, alas, this same mind can never fully squeeze out the sins of memories of winter's travails and yet, the mere suggestion of my old friends embracing me, sun, wind, green landscapes, sea and land animals coming to greet the human interlopers makes me all stirred up, like watching white milk in black coffee spread its cooling affection and lightening the black; aerate and mixing the perptual continuum of my ever slowly chilling bloodstream streaming to mind
                               and I sigh, for many reasons...but in my heart, I am, and remain, forever a summer man...
aerate and mix and I sigh, for many reasons...

Absent brain surgery, the mind wanders following the sun's trajectory, wither?

I was born pure,
baptized in blood and placenta

My cry was raw and clear, unashamed

My body whole and unwanting
My soul full of light.



Carelessly they polluted me



First a soft touch, then a grab
They forgot to ask my name.

Little fingers clenched into a fist
Eyes shut tight
Hoping I don’t bite

My baby soft skin turned ashen and dry
My cries refused to carry in sound proof rooms.

Polluted so often, so many times
I forgot my purity, my freedom, my name.

Conditioned to want them
Conditioned to know ***
Conditioned to be a woman, when I had not grown up yet.


I ran far away, without looking back


But still their groping fingers haunted me.
Their smiles, their lies.


My body can’t forget
what my mind has hidden from me

My soul forever tarnished
from their wandering eyes.

My heart pained
from my open wounds
My mind thrown off course

I can’t remember what I wanted before they took me,
Before I aged so quickly
Before I lost my innocence, taken by force.

These are the HANDS OF TIME,
being in a CERTAIN ERA, now
that would be SO DIVINE,
LIVING in the TIMES PAST,
would be JUST FINE!!

RELIVING a PAST DREAM,
that would only BE MINE,
OLD PAST MEMORIES that
are STORED DEEP in the
BACK of my MIND!!

In order to Visit them,
I SIMPLY TRAVEL THROUGH
IMAGINATIONS and
JUST UNWIND!!

My OLD, FONDEST MEMORIES that
have GONE FAR AWAY,
I shall never FORGET THEM,
and still think about them
THIS VERY DAY, but

The HAPPINESS they had,
has since then, GONE ASTRAY,
I SHALL NEVER, EVER
FORGET THEM, because
THOSE WERE THE DAYS,
They were THE BEST THAT
I HAVE EVER HAD, but
Things are DIFFERENT NOW, which
MAKES LIFE SEEM SO SAD!!

If I could only turn back,
the HANDS OF TIME,
It would be so nice,
TO REVISIT and
TO REMINISCE, and
NO I WOULDN'T THINK TWICE,

I WOULD GO, VISIT AND
STAY FOR A WHILE, AND
IT WOULD FEEL JUST FINE
IT WOULD BE A JOURNEY
THAT I WON'T FORGET,
IF I COULD TURN BACK
THE HANDS OF TIME!!!


B.R.
Date: 3/26/2025