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That Day


The pain burns through him the way his skin burned when he was beaten as a child. Burns so not that his nerves writhe beneath his skin like electric worms burrowing through his flesh… so bad that he has to bite his own arms to keep from screaming

It’s all about control.

He knows that.

If you can control yourself they can’t hurt you.. You have to command yourself because adaptability is everything. It is what one needs to be, but the feeling of being seems to be nothing more than the tears he’s never allowed anyone to see. The wetness creeps beneath the drowsy lids leaving a trial of acid memories…. As his yes flutter close, welcoming the scenic views of darkness, escaping from a place where kindness and cruelty are one and the same, and love and loathing are indistinguishable because the people who love him the most, hate him the most. At the same time thinking, there’s no place like home.


JB February 2013



When the pain is gone and the misery sets in, and the isolation rewinds all of the setbacks inside the mind… What is left to go on?

When no more tears can be shed and a soul that once bled greatness through it’s windows, now envisions redemption as the only option… What is the structure to build on?

When one sees love as being essential to life, but nine months of formation never birth it.. What was left unsaid?

Conceived within a lie, hung out to dry. Scorching nights and hellish days with fresh embers surrounding their cage.

If all are children of God, why do the innocent…

What’s Life?

Written by JB (SMS)

A couple Replys to a couple of the comments (FROM JAMES BROADNAX)

Thank you all for the comments posted and I appreciate all of your thoughts and opinions-


Shout out to Jay and Charissma, love that Name Charissma by the way , simple but so beautiful (smile)


To the Friend who posted the lyrics, I have a Generalized reply for your approach. Of course we categorize. It’s automatic, Its human nature to paint pictures of understanding, especially when we DON’T understand. When it doesn’t make sense we use our sense to validate perspective. I empathize whole heartedly and fully comprehend our soldiers struggle with post tramatic stress. The same “prison” you spoke of mentally is a generational prism. It’s much larger and diverse than the degradation been, but it’s interesting you brought religion into context, I think thats one of the most basic coping mechanisms. I’m not sure we believe in the same creator but I’ll suffice it to say, ultimately we all believe in God (a God) or a higher being. You say God loves us, not matter…. dirty, filthy, monsters. STILL? Hmm, isn’t that why the earth was flooded before– sinful ways? I don’t believe good and evil can co exist, One will override the other sooner or later making it a deharmunized structure.

It seems today that evil is winning. Is that what God loves? Religious disputes causing war within and between Nations– added to the fight over commodities … Clery sodomizing Children.. corrupt governments? No, I wouldn’t place myself in a box as a “cynical” person. I’ve matured but in the same, it’s what I see… Just because I perceive this, I understand people handle situations differently due to individuality. I think it would be reverse from solely being up to God. No matter the God you see. Christ, Allah, Budda etc.. We’re blessed with intelligence and if you use that recognition to direct your personal reality, I think that superficial change within will become a collective change of the world. One vision, one purpose, one goal and one love.. Peace

from JB


Just for you

From Day one. I watched the embryo of our bond conceive. Day dreams and wishes of fantasies unseen, Your brilliance is what I see within an absence of stars.

Time overdue that I’ve found a friend in you. Hmm back then I thought the answers were easy. Now I Know better, some of us find our way with a single light to guide us, others lose themselves even when the star field is as sharp as neons– Ethics may not be situational but feelings are we learn to adjust and over time, the stars we use to guide ourselves come to reside within rather than without. Let the truth be told.

From JB




3872 FM 350 SOUTH


TEXAS 77351





How can the aforementioned exist? What’s not mad to concieve the sub conscious as being disillusioned? A Sonetto . ..Slow. Deliberate Temperate melodies incased by the time of fruitful vines. However, the flutes only half empty. The silence us what’s important. Peaceful, Serene. Deceitful.. Merciless is the definitive nature of the punctual energy that took courage to befriend mi soul.

Through closed captioned un-wining increments of time,. I’ve learned to love. Curiosity is the foundations of thee. Yet, within the disillusioned, hypnotic, diaphram of the corners of my mind, I’ve learned to judge the loss of that same careful nurturing. Phonetic dialogue in hand.. call it the reality of the ultimate intelligence.. for the creator there is no poverty and no poor in-different place.

That same disaster is the exact resemblance to a complexion dimmed by Injustice….although THAT’S beloved I remain a tranquillized chaos.

What’s not more diversified?



At times, the windows of my soul bleed. I feel it to be relevant because steep isn’t needed. No time. So In turn, darkness became a coverant of what couldn’t be found in the day. But I have to say, I’m not sure what the search is for. Something of a hallucination derived from the absence I see. Or maybe it’s the notion of a transparent sacrifice I have not choice bu to be the main focus of. I agree with the latter of those two. I feel it to be essential, but what’s to be considered in the search for….normalcy? I need that. A true sense of a part of life that equates to equality. Maybe I’m insulting my own intelligence because, that sense can’t be labelled as truth. Simply put: “no man has believed perfectly until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself.” I’m an outlaw to that society” This society. Nothing of the same peer class. Do you understand? If so, then you comprehend why my light browns bleed. I continue to struggle

Note Quote by Malcolm X