trusting

one day i'll write a story
it'll tell all 'bout my life
all the things i wondered 'bout
will finally be clear
and i
yes i will find a peace in that
'cause one day it will show
that trusting was the best idea
i could have ever known.

-d.s.b.
4/29/2014 & 6/25/2014

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

little white pill

there's more to me
than that little white pill
there's more to me
than i get from a drug
i am a human
i have a heart
and a brain
and a soul
that is tearing apart.
they tell me i'm destined
to do these great things
they tell me i can do
whatever i dream
but it comes with an asterisk
a bit of fine print:
you can't do it without
that little white pill.
but this is who i am
what i am
how i'm made
are you telling me now
i'm improperly made?
am i defective
will i fail as a human
did God overlook
some careless mistake
that i have to suffer
that's madness i say
that i can't be without
that little white pill.
i'm convinced of my value
with no drugs in my blood
it's not much i'll tell you
so you'd better ask God.
so i guess now i'll ask You
will my purpose still live
if my blood can flow free
from the drugs that they give?
will i choke under pressure
of doing Your will
if i don't choke down
that little white pill?

-D.B.

3/27/2013

Thowback #8: Words from your past

I want you to look at this
on a day far away
you know that tomorrow
is different from today.
My past will go by,
your future is here,
and there'll be things gone
that we once held dear.
Now look to the future,
eye quickly the past,
and cherish each moment
till you breathe your last.

-D.B.
3/5/2009

Know:

You can’t plan your future, you can’t change your past
You can try to change now but moments go fast.
You can sit there and ponder the roads you can take,
You can wonder “What if?” till you’re blue in the face.
I can’t make a difference, I can’t take your place,
I can try to advise you but we know it’s a waste.
I can listen to you as you sit on you ass
I can space out while “listening” till your complaining has passed.
You will never know all, you will always know something,
You will make it ok if you just keep on marching.
You will take it as well as your ignorance can
You will eat all the lies till the truth hits the fan.
I will always nag you, I will be a mule,
I will fail every time but this is just what I do.
I will take the time I need without rushing
I will not watch you fall as I sit and do nothing.

-D.B.
4/24-25/2012, 1/17/2012

fog on the water
waves crashing down
rocks smoothed by ocean
mist all around.
nothing more perfect
on the edge of land
a beautiful story
a beautiful plan.

-D.B.
10/2012

Wanted: Hope.

it all comes crashing down on you,
future
past
and present.
like waves of water drowning you,
they slam
they crush
they pound.
there's no escaping so it seems,
you're trapped
you're broke
it's hopeless.
time, it goes so rapidly,
one blink
one breath
it's gone.

-D.B.
10/12/12

*Remember: God will never leave you alone during this hopelessness and He will make sure that you are raised up out of it when you truly cannot take it anymore.

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