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  • IN THE MIST

    by BRANDON

    Incinerate conscious
    Sprout ataraxy
    Subliminal penitents of strict scrutiny’s
    Pompous peripheral stallions
    Quasars belligerent blight humanity
    Spunked up moon runners
    Centaurs going Centurion’s rushing
    Glitching permeates and amendments long forgot
    Through shrouded minds mountain peaks diminish
    As days decays we exasperate natures motherly will
    Fundamental principles enter an abyss self synopsis
    To find ones self if in mist
    Pondering a past life as self indulgence to secure
    My bliss
    What should I wear? To random onlooker will my normality be compared.
    Sprinkling my dish with a little extra salt
    Mustering the strength to understand life’s vault
    Knowing the key will never present itself

  • HOW TO RULE

    by BRANDON

    Although the sword can instill fear in any man or child, the pen can make the strongest nation tremble and cower. Like an infant fresh out of a mother’s womb. What that means is just because you dictate with an iron fist, your actions you have are full of bliss, and just because you raise your hand, all may not tremble with fear. Sketching your thoughts to reach further than a redwood, deliver words that trickle throughout the stream of your blood and embed themselves in your heart. As a leader, as an elder, you have the obligation to rule as I am. Generous, kind, loving, instead of being a brute or a tyrant that causes as much destruction inside of his own state haven as opposed to oppressing the oppressors of the ones you love most.

  • VIDEO GAMES

    by BRANDON B.

    My family generally doesn’t get along too well. What has been there to hold us all together? The black sheep of modern time the one thing that everyone always point their finger at: video games. Video games have been there for me my entire life through good times and bad times. Video games give me that fresh out the shower feeling once I beat them. I’ve even learned a thing or two from them as well as life long lessons it takes many to grasp.

    In Street Fighter I’ve learned heavy punches and light kicks can make anyone subdue to your needs regardless of their stature, and when they lose the fight they are great sports. Astal taught me that allies come and many different shapes and sizes and size means nothing at all — it’s the heart that the person carries that measures their strength. Streets of Rage taught me that love for your friends and your home will put you through some crazy s— just to restore the proper balance at any means necessary.

    Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Tournament Fighters had doppelgängers in it — at first I didn’t get why they had them on there, but then I realized your worst enemy that you would never expect will forever and always will be yourself and to overcome yourself is to admit and know your flaws. Super Mario 64 will make you happy like your first paycheck from your first job, but then p— you off when you see the taxes taken out. You have to go knee-deep in this 3D world full of inconveniences that you must conquer, much like your everyday life but with fruity raptors and fire-breathing turtles. At the end of the day, you keep playing the game. Why? Because your determination for that game or anything hard doesn’t come easy.

    Marvel Vs. Capcom taught me the enemy of my enemy is my friend — two different heroes and villains come together in a covenant to take down an ominous evil power. If they can come together with your greatest enemy for a better cause, I know I can too. Shadow The Hedgehog taught me that, yeah, you can have a messed up past, but that doesn’t determine who you will be in the future, and that doesn’t assure you’ll be good either. You have choices along the way to being greatest and also to the Hall of Infamy.

    And lastly, but not at all least important, Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 taught me that what you do now affects anyone and everyone. Ever hear, “your past will haunt you” or “the truth will eventually come to light and shine brighter than it should”? All of that can be avoided if you watch how you do and say things. So all these things were taught to me by video games, and the crazy part about this is that these video games never come out and say any of these things — it’s what every gamer receives when these games are played.

  • WHAT DOES POETRY MEAN TO ME?

    by BRANDON B.

    Poetry is
    what helps me co-op with accepting
    who I am. Poetry makes me try!
    to be someone I don’t know, it makes
    me try to understand others and their life.
    Poetry to me is more than a form of writing,
    it’s a way for me to live.
    Yes! Live! it allows me to escape my
    hardships of life, bring me to an understanding
    of why my father doesn’t love me
    or why do people tend to retreat to their secret garden.
    But enough about my needs.
    Sometimes poetry I write isn’t for me,
    it’s for my sister that I love dearly,
    the girl that doesn’t know if she’ll decide to take her own life,
    to give her the clarity her unbiological brother loves her,
    or for the people who don’t know the flip side of a story,
    or for a child they will soon say is nothing but a statistic.
    Poetry…poetry…it’s poetry.
    It’s there you live it everyday. It is life,
    it is love, it is loyal to your heartfelt opinions.
    So what does poetry mean to me?
    That’s a rhetorical question that should be slapped
    from every person’s mouth who has to ask.
    What is poetry to me?
    It’s the parent who sneaks into your room at night
    to kiss you goodnight when all is balmy.
    What is poetry? The art of rhythmic composition, written or spoken,
    for exciting pleasure by beautiful imaginative thoughts…
    NOW that’s poetry and it goes hand in hand with
    the world’s beautiful people…you.

  • R.O.T.C. (RIGHT ON TIME CONSCIENCE)

    by BRANDON B.

    Am I ready for this situation? Would my participation raise my social relation, of the shady faces that fade in the light, or should I play their game and do what I know isn’t right, hitting the corner on the dot, out here whipping, trying to buy the family a mansion with the quick money out here, not caring for the consequence – the more I put in work, the more I become distant to me. Waking up in a cold sweat, trying to pay off drug debts, living a hard-knock life. Safe houses guarded up like Fort Knox, little do we know, police got this all on lock down BLAM! Gun shots flair into our sanctum, bits of brain matter flow from craniums, following closely behind is judgment, as I sit and think to myself, “Is this what I want now?” No never. I can make it through the struggle – I’ll prevail and be better.