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

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

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

I'm like a pill,
Because if you swallow my well-being,
You will be relieved of your worries, sicknesses, and ailments,
But too much of anything isn't beneficial for any of us,

And too much of me
Could leave your tongue escaping from your mouth,
And the irises of your eyes attempting to meet your brain,
Which is why you should take me
Within considerate reason,
And not take me for granted.

Swallow me whole,
Wash away your pride,
Feelings of me running deep inside you.
I swallow you,
I swallow you whole,
I swallow you down.

You are the perfect pill for my ills.
I can see the comely contents of your character
Labeled on a container,
And as soon as it becomes empty,
You will see me rushing
To get a refill of your grace.

Ever since you were prescribed to me on May 13th,
I've never listened to my doctors
Who assume to know
What is best for me.

I consume that dear, special, deep word
Like a space cadet of an overdose.

I need you within my reach,
I need your relief,
I need your reassurance,
I need you to care..

But what I need the most of from you,
Is your affection.

Originally written 7/2/11
Revised 10/15/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

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

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

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

Incognizant of the excrement,
I'm the dozing tenant of advertised adversity.
I ignore the fact that the world now is like a toilet,
And I avoid it, I avoid it, I avoid it.

Boy, did you get exploited?
How could we know we're
No more than numerical exponents?
Can consolation prizes console him?
We're not aware of the ventriloquists
Or their true motives.

Popular perfume conceals
The stench from the load of,
Finite excrement that
The suited men sold us.
They told us that it would be beneficial,
Not an imposition on our self-image,
Pinocchio before he found
Out he was artificial.
Is the American Dream a reality?
Why did I hear a dissenter
Say it was superficial?

We must have missed something,
We see no issues.
Meanwhile, my Uncle Sam designated
You as the mental missile.


Originally written 5/25/11
Revised 10/15/14

(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

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

What is a "soul"?
Seriously, what is it?
Ambiguity obviates all simple and complex definitions.

If "souls" do exist,
I suppose my "soul"  is transmogrifying,
Transfusing the screen.
The key is Transition
Of a remote position.

Maybe someday a scientific physician
Will invent a tracking device to track its travelling distance?
Sounds sort of like a Stephen Spielberg novel
The genre of science fiction
Or is it?

7/18/11

(c) 2011 Brandon Antonio Smith

He said, "Right now I'm gonna cut you into pieces."
He put my mother in a bag,
While my father was still sleeping.

The crosses and flags lay on the floor
The crosses and flags lay on the floor
The crosses and flags lay on the floor
The crosses and flags lay on the floor

My tears oh how they bleed mercy,
And I can't seem to find any of my sisters.

"Before this day, I never knew hatred...."
Were the last words of my grand mother,
She was too sweet for human hunger.

8/2/11

(c) 2011 Brandon Antonio Smith

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

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

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

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

The color of my skin isn't important,
It has no bearing on the flaws of my character.
The glasses I wear aid my blurred vision,
It isn't related to any intellect I may or may not have.
My hair is wild and my beard is unkempt,
This does not mean I sell marijuana.

Be careful when forming conclusions
Based on snap judgments.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Originally written 11/14/13,
Revised in 2014

The thought of it horrifies me,
Even more so than what death entails,
It forces me to sporadically awaken.

I visualize myself taken away to a cold grotto,
Where I'm violated by strangers
And alienated, rather than uplifted,
For an unknown duration of time

I knew what might happen,
The consuming fervor,
My behavior will not be understood

Haven't I alienated myself all along?
Was it not I who voluntarily auditioned
For the infamous role of the outcast
As well as the acclaimed role of the golden child?
The critics may write their reviews of my performances

My petite hands peruse
Through the drawer's treasure,
The prescription pill bottle is
Considered as a future reference.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

8/2/14

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)

Time passes,
The day gets dimmer,
And all I ask
Is for my soul
Not to get cold this winter.

The trees become leaveless,
And with her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile.

Don't want to smile,
Yeah, don't want to smile.
With her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile.

The Sun can't warm me in this chill,
I'll have to cover my head.
Conversations aren't followed,
I drift off from what is said.
Stuck in one position,
As memories lay at my side.
I'm not willing to move past this,
No, no I just watch as

Time passes,
The day gets dimmer,
And all I ask
Is for my soul
Not to get cold this winter.

The trees become leaveless,
And with her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile,

Don't want to smile,
Yeah, don't want to smile.
With her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile.

I look out the window,
Seeing everyone jubilant,
All laughing in unison.
I guess life is funny.
I'm out of place,
Oblivious to the present,
I only see yesterday.
Tomorrow shines at a distance.
The Moon watches me as

Time passes,
The day gets dimmer,
And all I ask
Is for my soul
Not to get cold this winter.

I look up for awhile.
With her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile,
No, don't want to smile,
With her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith


(Originally written sometime in 2010?
Revised 9/29/14)

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)

Stories are told,
How everyone lives,
Yet no one completely knows.

I have a world to go to,
Not for the sake of being gone,
More so for the sake of being strong.

The wise made hints of self-discovery,
I didn't take in all what was said.
Right about now it would be essential to my quest,
But if it is in any way similar to a boomerang,
Then it will come back in the form of insight.

(c) 2010 Brandon Antonio Smith

9/24/10

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

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

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)

My neighbor recalls his past life.
In it, he drank warm whiskey in the late evening,
While staring into space.
His white chandelier flinched, suspended high,
He didn't see it as a threat.

In a fraction of a second,
His cerebrum was crowned by thorns,
His chest puffed of poison, his body was raised,
And his iris was replaced with angelic light,
Until he was relinquished.
Minutes later he vanished.

His shadow remains on the wall for everyone to see
That he was claimed.

Today he said he admired the spirit of me,
And reassured me that I would not experience
The same, now or in any other life,
Thank goodness.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/30/10
Revised 9/29/14)

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)

Solely roaming,
Solely flowing,
Slowly transcending,
Slowly ascending.

Where do those pretty wings belong?
On the sides of skulls.

Lifting our mind state,
Leading us
To the land of winged skulls.

There's a brain in a bowl who says so.

Only drifting
Behind gates with thee,
Receiving symbols.

Your eyes dilate,
Someone's head is hung over,
Bludgeoned by stones.

There's a brain in a bowl that says so.

Where do those pretty wings belong?
On the sides of skulls,

Lifting your mind state,
Leading you
To the land of winged skulls.

There's a brain in a bowl that says so.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

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

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)

To flirt with the twinkle of Virgo
And joke with the great body of the Atlantic,
Is to lustrate fertility; self-worth blossoms,
A great thing to occur.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

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

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)

Take a glimpse,
Let it linger like vapor.
Feed off its energy.
The human imagination is a nation,
Conquered only by dreamers.

It's a diversion and a refuge.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/30/10
Revised 9/27/14)

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)

What you've been waiting for.
The irresistible minerals of our afterlife
Awakened them from their recurring coma.

Radiation descended toward jagged terrain.

A deer was calcified.
I would be too if I was that genuine creature.
Pleading just pleading,
The impact depressed the earth,
Taking me down underground.
I'm outside of your eyes.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 12/4/10
Revised 9/24/14)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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

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)

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)

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)