Daily Prompt: Recreate

via Daily Prompt: Recreate

fix your face, your distaste
breeds second-hand waste
all that collected gunk
from too funk
gotcha praise stunk
outta the place,
hate on your own time,
the attitude and frown lines
vandalizing your holiness.
what will it take to ease your mind?
why so reluctant to find
the Easter eggs
in the grand scheme of things?
it’s only temporary
might as well eat
while you’re still meat
and bones, disorientate
in your own time zones
your light is prone
because you wised wrong
feeling yourself
but the credit
can only stretch so long
you can’t lose
your sense of grace,
it would behoove you
to recreate your scope,
nurture your hope
put a smile on your face
and concentrate the divine
that holds you, within you
the very same that moves you.
The only One that saves you.

– B. Brown

Confirmation

They loom so subtlety,
Safety illusions
That dazzle in the twilight,
That strong arm the horizon
As a silent struggle
Between daylight
And the night life.

And the sky got so massive
Once I chopped my way
From the concrete palace,
Standing three inches deep
In the earth, smelling five years
Of noted self-worth.
A break away from virtual reality
To step into a nurtured vitality
That breeds a camaraderie
I’ve only known between
The three of me.

The spotlight narrows
As the stage is flanked on all sides.
The marsh, quieted by a rolling
Overcast, the same which didn’t pass
But snatched everything
In my peripheral
Until it’s capacity surpassed
The means of my reasoning.

I’ve never known it to echo
My serenity or trigger
The homesickness that arrests me.
It’s quality to mute
My favorite distractions,
Savoring my reaction
With a temptation to draw
From my sacred
Tribulations.

Paying homage to the ones
That survived for my conception
Who’ve resurrected my perception,
I take in the intermission
With grace.
Snuggling into space
Sending up a sigh of relief
Though brief,
It’s good to see
What really surrounds me.

-B. Brown