How to scream without making a sound

I've never been loud
but I know how to scream
without making a sound
or making a scene.
You start with a thought
and then stir in repression
and when that starts to work,
add some passive aggression.
Now bring up the past,
every bit that you can,
add a teaspoon of that
and then do it again.
A dash of begrudging
adds flavor to silence
but don't add too much
because that leads to violence.
Chop up the faces
you make when ignored
it enhances repression
if the faces look bored.
Mash it together,
beat it down till it's tough
then you bake it until
all the edges are rough.
With your hot headed mixture
you can now make a pie:
use the mixture for filling,
for the crust use a smile.

-D.B.
5/24-28/2012

My heart is in God
My God is my home
So my home is wherever
I happen to go.

-D.B.
8/2012

heart like fireworks

fireworks bang to the beat of my heart:

they sizzle, they fizzle, they break all apart,

they rocket up, burning out on their flight,

they die and then suddenly, spark and ignite,

they explode in a shower of the brightest of hues

then jump out in sunbursts, a dizzying view.

and then just like that they fade into the night,

no more than a smoke cloud, but still within sight,

still burning away like they did at the start,

that burning desire alive in their heart.

-D.B.

8/23-24/2012

Series (Part 3 of 3): "I'm flying up above the clouds--"

I’m flying up above the clouds—

Yes it is, for the final time,

A dream of mine

And something I

Think I’d really like to try—

I see the sea, blue, clear to—

Hell would pour me half the trouble

Society and conscience pours!

They dare to gather in a huddle

And say they’ve heard it all before—

I greet the mountains with—

A whisper in my head you see,

Or two, they’re fighting constantly!

One gives me very pretty rhymes,

The other bashes them each time—

And when I wake, I think, “Adventure—

It’s quite alright, I understand,

I’m speaking to explain.

I’ve never been too good at that;

I’ll write so its more plain.

-D.B.

2/14/2010

You try so hard to plan your life
then find it's no use planning;
you'll cry yourself a river for
the madness you've been handed.
But everything's a jagged line,
don't try to make it straight,
enjoy the madness of your life,
trust chance, don't hesitate.
Stand passive in this hurricane
and this is what you'll get:
a life of gray and nothingness,
of boredom and regret.

D.B.
6/29/10

Dear Friend,

Our friendship has run its course, bittersweet but no remorse. If you need me, I'm here till the end.
With love, as always,
A now old friend

-D.B.
7/27/2012

is it love?
infatuation?
wishful thoughts?
imagination?
is it love?
should i know?
i should wait.
let it flow

-D.B.
7/18/2012

Evening Prayer

Oh that I could create something to express my love of You
But Lord I couldn't do so unless you willed me to.
There're words can describe this or do the justice due
To this state of being that comes from Your holy truth.
I willingly give into it and submit to One so pure,
More beautiful than anything, the One whom I adore.
You offer me the light and I just cannot ignore
The love that is within You, so great is Your allure.

-DB
7/2/2012

Series (Part 2 of 3): "I'm flying up above the clouds—"

I’m flying up above the clouds—
But there’s no cloud, there’s only blue.
But why can’t I imagine them?
I swear I do, they’re my dreams too!
I know some ancient poet thought
Of flying up there too,
And hasn’t every human thought
That they could fly there too?
But I really am original
And given just one chance,
I would’ve thought of flying high
Much sooner in advance.
And had I never read a book
Of birds who dreamed to fly
Or seen my friends jump off their beds
With plastic bags (they tried),
And if I’d never watched a plane
Weave loudly through the clouds
Or seen the cartooned superman
Fly swift without a sound,
I swear I would’ve thought of it,
And all that I would need
Would be myself, some faith,
A cloud,
And my thoughts to roam on
Free.

-DB
2/14/2010

Series (Part 1 of 3): "I'm flying up above the clouds—"

I’m flying up above the clouds—
No everybody does that.
I’m flying high over the sea—
But many others do that too.
I’m swimming in a gulf—of Mexico!
With dolphins and with sting rays slick,
And all around me water clear—!
But wait my friend dreamed that last week.
So what is it that I have dreamed
That none else have as well?
Oh dreams are such a common thing!
But life, oh life does swell
With all the different hopes and tears,
I think, and thoughts
I can’t control.
It’s unexpected and sometimes
It really takes a toll
On heart, on mind,
On body, soul; on—
Well, what else is there?
A treasure trove of lovely things,
And things that make me scared,
And things so sad and others happy
That I think they are quite mad!
So really isn’t life a dream
But just with less extremes?
No it’s the same, for I can fly,
And not just in my dreams.

-DB
2/14/2010

Morning Prayer

I long to be a child of Hope,
a light to those in darkness.
I long to be a child of Faith,
to trust though I've been blinded.
I long to be a child of Love,
to show all Your endless mercy.
I long to be a child of Yours,
if through Him I've been made worthy.

~DB
July 2012