fly

to fly from one tree to another
to leave the safety of this nest
wove with down from my loving mother
tended by the love of all i've met.
to fly to branches unknown as yet
have i now the means to fly?
now i look down 'pon myself
and see that i have fully fledged.
perched on a branch and yearning to fly
fly to a nest i've never seen
set on a tree i've scarce explored
where nests a most beloved bird:
patience has he with my indecision
strength he shows in the passing moments
compassion he gives with each complication
love he gives without reserve.
wings i have and feathers too
desire and soul that longs for you
how soon shall i fly there? soon please soon
i'll conquer the fear and fly out to the blue.

-d.s.b.
6/16/2014

falling falling falling

a leaf is falling falling falling
falling
for a gentle breeze.
she was falling falling falling
falling
from a rotten tree.
the tree did hate her take her break her
make her
heart feel so unclean.
each branch did hate her take her break her
make her
red so she could bleed.
it thought it had her heart her soul her love
her self
within its reach.
but no her heart her soul her love
her self
then found a way to leave.
so now she's falling falling falling
falling
to a love so sweet;
now she's falling falling falling
falling
love has set her free.

-D.B.
5/3/2012

parting

this pain

i've never felt

such pain

it hurts

like waves

of grief

they crush

my heart

my soul

it cries

with tears

of water

salt

disbelief.

leave me

now 

you leave me

cold my heart

but warm

somehow

it radiates

with love

but still

with love

is bitterness

and cold

so cold

i'm frozen

how to freeze

the time?

as hearts

that part

are frozen

why not

time?

-D.B.

5/28/2013

A series of writings that might actually become something someday....[1]

This land is the devil's trophy case, his pride and glory, his finest work put on display for all the world to see. His trophies are the distorted ideals held by the natives: so trapped are they inside a world of false security that they would deny their satanic ties to the death, unknowingly making martyrs of their souls in the name of the demons that inhabit them.
Abandoned shopping carts clutter the otherwise open spots of our supermarket parking lots. They have been left there by the overworked, those who wear out their body and soul for the greater good while the greater good sits back and demands more.
Bright and obtrusive neon signs announce that which cannot be sold on its own, due to the unnatural and grotesque nature of His beauty distorted. They are put up by gluttonous corporations run by those who are willing to kill their fellow man by slow means, using foods that will slowly block life giving blood to vital organs, or lustful enticements to keep the mind and the heart from protecting the soul they have been entrusted with.

[so that's the first tidbit....we'll see how much more I can come up with.]

-D.B.

have you ever watched a sunset,

really watched it as it burns
with brightness great as heaven's glory
for which the heart does yearn?

have you ever stared so deeply
that you cannot look away?
been blinded by the light
that gives character to day?
have you ever longed so greatly
for the brightness of the skies,
believed you could be up there
and wished that you could fly?
have you ever felt an aching
set so deep within your soul,
when you look out at that sunset,
does it fill an empty hole?
have you ever faced your maker
in the setting of the sun
risked to lose your sight forever
in exchange for eternal love?

-D.B.
4/16-17/2013