let

let the words come out of me
let this be your story
let your gifts flow back to you
and show your beauty in all its glory.
let me be a vessel by which
you can be shown to the world
let the words become your works
but not by me alone.
let your love work through me
and let it be all by you
let me be a channel through which
a one can be made new.

-dsb
7/9/2014

words

my thoughts are mine
as such
my words are mine
they form
inside my head
they brew
a storm
of pure emotion
mixed with thought
a dash of inspiration--
thank you God--
i give life
to words
because
they yearn
for freedom
full release
from my head
because
they swirl
in spirals
outward
pressing out
against my skull
moving
to my mouth
and out
or else i keep them
in
and then
they move
to my heart
and strike
a chord
or else i keep them
in
and then
they move
to my fingers
spirals
create
force
of highest energy
it transfers
to the surface
either paper
or the screen
visible
at last
they scream
wanting
to be heard
and
at last
i am relieved
of
beauty.

-d.s.b.
11/13/2013

fuel

i feel a power as i write
it fuels me
it is my energy
overcoming all my senses
in the most indescribable way
it courses through my fingertips

love

it fuels my body
i'm suddenly enraptured
by goodness flowing into me
love itself
makes a home in me.

-D.B.
6/2013

waging war

paper is the battlefield on which i face the world,
my strategies use a language all their own.
i use varied markings only seldom understood,
translations of the words i do not speak.
i pick and choose my army, it varies by the hour,
it could be ink or charcoal, pencil, paint.
my arsenal's a massive compilation of expression
brought forth by prayers to wield these heavy thoughts.

-D.B.
2/26-27/2013

to you. (Part 1/2)

I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is less than can be said for mom.
She raised me.
God bless her soul and send her
straight to heaven.
I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is less than can be said for dad.
He is my hero.
I have always been daddy's
tomboy princess.
I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is far less than can be said for big brother.
He is my soldier.
No matter what life throws at us, I have
always loved him.
I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is more than can be said for father.
I do not know him.
The poor man crosses my mind
less than you.
I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is more than can be said for siblings.
They might exist.
By my own choosing, I
will never know....

-D.B.

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