a soul-vibration

a soul-vibration

I am

Neon warrior
Fight or flight footsteps with the
Fragrance of femininity
Like the falling of autumn

On top of us
Inside myself

Various stages of what could be
What hasn’t been
What should be
…’yet’ is a purpose, not a place or a thing

But don’t they know love is a verb?
Things that no one has heard
The mind — not the ear — listens

Supposing these suppositional pleas
Where hunger is pure energy

In a life full of liveliest need
…Comets fly peaceably, never ask please

Shooting the stars
Above decibel sound
Measuring volume beyond what is loud


Becoming, as truth in its season
(I settle the undone-still parts of myself
Like scores, kept and measured)
But still within reason

Belonging not here and not there
And not ever
Heavy and clever
The past has been severed

Kept keen in the keeping;
A sharpening wit
As iron with iron
So knowingly sits
But not on a shelf

Here the purity dwells
Content with existence
Sent forth in an instant
No need to resist
In honesty: delve

Untucked and untied
And well-suited for pressure
An inclimate force
Too massive to measure

Pressing it down
Around on all sides
Rise, swiftly rise
Child’s love in the eyes

The here and the now
To both,
I am tethered

…such an unnatural venture

Collecting the edges
Cut off, as with toast
The pain of it nothing
Of which I can boast

Wound. Have you ever?
A truest endeavor

Winding, unfolding
The mind and heart molding
A mind full with knowing
That freedom is bound

And happiness happens
…whenever, wherever
Much like awareness
Wrings out, ring around all this

Meaningful meaning
(The up search comes down…)
Horizons of newness
My happiness: now.

It’s me. In a shoe
Though I wear it quite well…
My mind and my passion
Comprise both the veil
And the failures

All seat themselves
First for the feast
On growth, as a principle
All of us eat

We should dance and be merry
Hold on and release

Like a heart that’s too bold
Within rhythm to beat
A synchronous schism;
The loneliest peace

Requiem likeness

Prelude is east
As far as the west is from… speaking of the



Motion; a hymn.
So sing now, my soul
A melodious yin

Yes is the yang
Disappointment, a song
Embrace it and face it
My game face is on

There is no taking off
And no landing here, either

It glows
Quietest joyfulness shows

These innermost parts
Of what matters the most
Only the spirit
Alone, can it know

God is my witness
No promises, though.

Yes’s be yes’s,
My no’s will be no’s

Centered and focused
And I know

The self
Like no other
— (Or no other will, I have learned I am learning) —
The gap between now and tomorrow:
It slows

Life by assignment
Not chance

He devined it
On time and yet timeless

It is here and
I am.


About Brandy Desiree

"Call on me, and I will show you great and unsearchable things you do not know." --Jeremiah 33:3 I am a seeker. A lover. A doer. A thinker. I make music, I dance often, and I laugh. It's all hilarious, really. Everything. Look around you. My children teach me a lot about life. I have five boys, and yes I'm out of my mind. It works for me though; I think this world could honestly use just a little more crazy. A lot of humanity's problems could be solved by everybody taking themselves a little less seriously. I'm grateful and alive; a constantly evolving creature, thankful for the sunshine and just as thankful for the rain... Visit my corner of the universe and share yourself! My heart could implode with welcome for you.

4 responses »

  1. To be honest so many thoughts come to my mind as I read every single word. What I did get from this post was this, “be in the now.” not in the future or the past, but be happy now…right now…We cannot undo the past, we cannot predict the future, all we can do is be here, and see here in the now, stop looking behind…stop looking forward…look at this minute, this second, and to see what is before us.

    To stop, look, listen, feel everything that is the beauty that surrounds us in the here and the now. To dance, love and be in the now…free the the ties of the mistakes of the past…free from the worries of what is to come in the future…this is freedom.

    Wonderful poem Brandy.

    • Sorry Liz, I just found this comment.

      It’s intriguing to me to get to hear what thoughts and impressions my poetry gives to others; I think poems are so powerful in their ability to inspire such unique perceptions and ideas that can be very specific to our own life experiences.

      For me, this poem came from a heavy heart, filled with a sudden sense of empowered introspection. It wasn’t written with a specific purpose or point behind it, but I find truth in what you bore witness to.

      Thanks for the thoughtfulness of your response. It’s refreshing to have you around again.

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