A CIRCLE OF FRIENDS written by Brandon BrawnerDEDICATED TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO HAVE TOUCHED MY LIFE A CIRCLE of FRIENDS you are to me,You lift me up and set me free;You open my eyes when I cannot see,To show me what I can be. Each of us with a wisdom,Different in our view;Wisdom from experience,And we offer it to you. From you to me it passes,Around our circle of friends;There are no situations,For which we cannot make a mends. Within our circle grows,A love that’s stronger still;Each of us we know,How this can be real. It can be real with goodness,And caring attitudes;Reaching out to others,When they feel the blues. As one link can weaken,The others will be strong;And within this CIRCLE,LOVE will be the bond. A bond that lasts forever,In this life and past;Together we have forged a CIRCLE,That throughout time will last. Each we walk our own path,Living the life we must;But when we come together,We form a CIRCLE of TRUST. Lean on me my BROTHERS,And my SISTERS too;For when you cannot walk alone,Your FRIENDS are there for YOU. It’s the building of a foundation,Relationships are the key;Listen to these words for a message,Of what you mean to me. Consider yourselves to lucky,That we all are who we are;And TRUST within this CIRCLE,Whether you’re near or far. A CIRCLE of FRIENDS you are to me,You lift me up and set me free;You open my eyes when I cannot see,You are more than just FRIENDS;YOU ARE MY FAMILY! © Brandon Brawner, February 11, 2002
Let Love Make You StrongerWritten by Brandon Brawner I see your hearts desire,I feel the clasping pain;I hear the voice of fear inside you,As it lulls you into chains. From the past into the present,Remember everyday;Cross the bridge of possibility,And shed the chains away. Let love make you stronger,To live another day;It’s our love that makes us strong enough,To take the pain away. Look to find the love inside,From your heart you cannot hide;A hidden treasure you will see,When your love sets you free. Without risk you remain the dreamer,A captive of your fears;Surrender to the planet’s tide,Let joy replace your tears. Every breath a new beginning,The need is gone to cope;When you live the art of living,And see the world with eyes of hope. Let love make you stronger,To live another day;It’s our love that makes us strong enough,To take the pain away. Look to find the love inside,From your heart you cannot hide;A hidden treasure you will see,When your love sets you free. Not only wings can make you fly,So lift your head up to the sky;Release the power that’s locked within,And let the flight of life begin. A timeless journey into the stars,That will teach you who you are;Transform your thoughts of despair,Into a love that’s always there. A silent whisper will plant the seed,To create a guide when you’re in need;For those times when you cannot see,And lack the courage to succeed.It will help you when you wander —Let your love make you stronger. Let love make you stronger,To live another day;It’s our love that makes us strong enough,To take the pain away. Look to find the love inside,From your heart you cannot hide;A hidden treasure you will see,When your love sets you free. Copyright 2004 Brandon Brawner
Multiverse of mystery, A story of creation, A multifaceted history, and inflection. Singularities, blackholes, and Star's transmutation. Far beyond light's visible spectrum. Opening the doors to other perceptions. :Transcendance: Gazing through the distance of time, Our singular verse of the mystery rhyme, Eternal Energy has the power to transcend, Death is but a phase transition, Transmutation of our electric mind, into existence absent of time.
More Than a Memory and Less Than a DreamWritten by Brandon BrawnerLet these words help you carry on You blew out the light, So the end could begin;You told me good night, I won’t see you again. The power of your memory,Held the key to rescue me;And the love that we shared,Was the force that set me free;From a changing world I did not knowIt illuminated the darkness that shadowed my soul. When I realized you had gone, A part of me had died;In the morning when I awoke,You were no longer by my side. I can still hear the echo, That you left behind;It carried with it your love for me,And whispered to me goodbye. I hear the song your spirit sings,It soars in perfect harmony;You’ve become a part of everything,As more than a memory and less than a dream. I feel you walking beside me,I believe that you are here;In my heart you speak to me,As I mourn you with my tears. Because you left a love in me,That carries life within its seed;Within this love you carry on,Never to fade or truly be gone. I hear the quiet whispers,As the wind carries you home;The closest you can come to me,So I won’t feel alone. I hear the song your spirit sings,It soars in perfect harmony;You’ve become a part of everything,As more than a memory and less than a dream. Through this change I will find,A part of me I left behind;With your strength I will gain,A way to overcome the pain. Each and every day that goes by,The sun will set and the moon will rise.And it’s in this rhythm that l find,A reason to live the rest of my life. I hear the song your spirit sings,It soars in perfect harmony;You’ve become a part of everything,As more than a memory and less than a dream. © Brandon Brawner May 22, 2005
Pip is about the growth of a tree from a seed, or pip, to a mature tree and what comes after. A journey into nature at it's finest. Pip was a short story I wrote in 2-3 hours and is far from perfected. I might work on it more later but for now this is how I like it. =)
Rhythmic Love Written by Brandon Brawner DEDICATED TO THE CHILDREN OF THE DANCE Ecstatic energy, Moment divine; Cosmic force, Within this time. Capture the sounds, As they sooth your soul; Let the music make you whole. Bodies buoyant, And raised up high; Hands up-stretched, To touch the sky. Hypnotic enchantment has come to be, Only the rhythm can set you free. Step to the floor, With outstretched hands; Take your form, Begin to dance. Let the beats, Make you move; Use your body, Get in your groove. Use your heart, mind, and soul, Make the melody begin to flow. Different people, From different tribes; Have come together, To create the vibe. Heavenly truth and harmony, Bring us together in unity; We feel as if we’re high above, We come together, to live the love! © 1996 Brandon Brawner
Please allow me to introduce my recently completed nonfiction book-The Last Gent-a memoir of my experiences as a young Trinidad immigrant man trying to be a true gentleman in today's sexually promiscuous and often very superficial world. My aim is to honestly express how I felt at the time these events unfolded and to provide a therapeutic release for feelings I have kept bottled up. I want the women who were and are so important in my life, and women everywhere, to understand the struggle I and men like me go through in trying to be The Last Gent.
This is a poem I wrote based on the idea, that humans are all one being, one energy, coming from the same place, but sadly, have become separated by physical bodies, greed, and human behavior/thoughts. My goal is to reach out to humanity through my poetry in hopes of changing the minds of people all around, one reader at a time.
~ Walls of Flesh ~ Life isnt just what is seen in a pretty picture, But the secrets buried from within the walls of our flesh, and hidden deep inside, Intelectually we stand tall, body held strong by the back bone of our pride, While we battle the constant thoughts of the conscious mind, Unable to see the whole picture because we are blind. What if we crossed the wrong bridge, or took the wrong street, Should we prepare ourselves for lies & deceit? Instead of what makes our heart beat? Trying to look prettier everyday, but still perfect in God's eyes, Inside we still burn with secrets and lies, Still trying to control in their heart what lives or dies, How do you deal with those whose mind has taken over their lives?, Behind the walls of flesh is where they hide. We dont have time to let anyone else in, So our lives are basicly pretend, We hold up a shield that's made of tin. Some people can't handle the struggle, so their thoughts drive them insane, But still strong, holding onto the pride, while showing no pain. Then what happens to the one's who are weak, and can't stand alone without pride? Will they just desenegrate & die, Will the secrets and pain eat them alive? Our soul is eating it's flesh from within, trying to survive, Wanting to escape from behind the walls of where they hide. The pain from our past, Has forced us to wear a mask, Deliberating the differences of the pro's & con's The scale tips, unbalanced decisions of right or wrong, Those who are lost, searching for their place in this world & where they belong. Life isnt just what is seen in a pretty picture,.. But the secrets that burn from behind the walls of our flesh, and hidden deep inside, Body held up by the back bone of our pride. So why cant we break down the walls of our flesh & let everyone in? No matter their differences, no matter their sin,? because as humans we are afraid of possible hurt, And that is no reason to treat them like dirt, To be the person that you were created to be, Take a chance to just break free, Convince our soul that its okay to finally breathe, Reach inside yourself and decide,... ' Inside these walls of flesh I NO LONGER HIDE ! '