BRJ1992

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"The Desolate Eye"

by BRJ1992

The Desolate Eye gazes at me In my quiet hours....

0 Likes | 2 comments | 67 views | Poetry | August 15, 2018

"Wholeness"

by BRJ1992

The blinding light of unity shines on the river. Rocks stand, unchanged, under endless water. Breeze blows through trees, and traffic lights turn red Saying “stop!” But it doesn’t stop. Sandstorms rage across deserts destined to...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 52 views | Poetry | August 13, 2018

"Down Thunder Road with an American Girl"

by BRJ1992

I’ve felt for a long time that rock n’ roll, maybe more than any other form of music, is about encouragement. It’s a way for people to come together in a feeling of joy and community. The message of rock often has a sadness to it, an...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 46 views | Essays | August 11, 2018

"Opening Night Review"

by BRJ1992

John Cassavetes called his 1977 film “Opening Night” “The Finest movie he’d ever had anything to do with.” While my respect for Cassavetes is undying, I can’t agree with this statement. In fact, I would say that it’s the weake...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 44 views | Essays | August 11, 2018

"Awakening the Unified Spirit"

by BRJ1992

One of my favorite routines from the great comedian Bill Hicks (1961-1994) is the one where he talks about sitting alone in a WaffleHouse, eating and reading a book. A waitress walks over to him...

1 Like | 0 comment | 46 views | Essays | August 11, 2018

"Describing Eternity"

by BRJ1992

Tears flow in the abstract. A smile is ethereal. Laughter drifts with the eternal soul. Color and motion pour into my heart like the dreams of God. Thunderous drums and guitars like crashing waves Take me to a land without dark...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 66 views | Poetry | August 11, 2018

"A Gale"

by BRJ1992

Your eyes are all aglow On a cold rainy day. A squall stings them As you smile through tears That don’t blur your vision. If you listen closely You can here someone far away Quietly playing a flute. The dogwood by my home...

1 Like | 2 comments | 155 views | Poetry | July 12, 2018

"The Legacy of Art"

by BRJ1992

Film cans start to bubble. Sculptures often crack. Melt wax vinyl, melt the music. Now it won’t be back. Books tear, they burn, they turn to dust on paintings mold can grow. A theater performance doesn’t last beyond one show. Fi...

1 Like | 0 comment | 107 views | Poetry | July 6, 2018

"The Madmen in the Dark"

by BRJ1992

They whistle, they hum, they play, but they do not see. Their fingerprints plead for forgiveness, for warmth, for love or peace. But the darkness doesn’t answer. And the men are still playing. -Ben Johnson...

0 Likes | 3 comments | 114 views | Poetry | July 6, 2018

"Clockwork"

by BRJ1992

I feel the wind on my ring-finger. The walls of my home are always white. “Good Morning.” Good Morning. “How are you?” Fine. Then silence. Day in, day out, always reliable. Expressing my truth brings lasting pain to those I lov...

1 Like | 0 comment | 120 views | Poetry | July 6, 2018

"Now I See"

by BRJ1992

Does light create my darkness? Do you bring me my pain? Is love my source of sorrow? So easy to explain? I don’t believe in closure. A story’s not a life. How do we get through heartache, Through coldness, loss and strife...

0 Likes | 2 comments | 113 views | Poetry | July 6, 2018

"My Little Brother"

by BRJ1992

My little brother holds my hand… In vicious rain strangling desert or paralyzing snow He stands beside me. He’s there for all my birthdays Eternally 10 years old. As we travel a road Who’s end is forever cloaked in fog...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 123 views | Poetry | July 6, 2018