#28-#66 (all taken from one notebook)

#28-#66 (all taken from one notebook) – October, 2004-Feb. 2005)

#28

Tell me wise ones, howling is forever

I hoped you could tell me, and help me be clever.

The sand drops that fall continually from sun to moon & moon to sun

Tell me when the next moments begun

From December to June,

And June to December,

How much time can the brain remember?

How long is forever, oh please help me be clever.

I long to know while on and on times sands flow.

Where did it go?

Did it go to forever?

Someone always turns the lever, how long is forever?

Brandon Falk/Blind Poet

#29

Oh the Lord God is good,

Let His people praise him,

Let us praise him for his mighty wonders

For collness that comes our way

The big and small things that come through the day.

The Lord is our King, our friend, our Father.

Thank you Lord. I love you. Help our relationship to grow.

October 26, 2004, Blind Poet/MBF

#30

I found Ross’s wallet in my bag

What could this mean?

Hidden treasure in a messy rag

Why’s it there, is it green?

MBF/Blind Poet

#31

Intensely distasteful

Not even funny,

So out of place,

You just wonder why

Chase them away

Throw rocks and pebbles

Maybe even a slice of tomato

Tell them to get some help or don’t come back.

#32

Dark Screen, continuum!

Flashes of light that get faster and faster until it is like a strobe light

And then bars of light solidify and stay,

Looks like I’m zooming, quickly, eternally down a hallway that is white

And has no doors or windows, though I see the never ending darkness on the

Other side of the walls.

Oct. 2004 MBF

#33

Baby

Baby

Moving

Moving

Singing songs and grooving

Look at my hand I’ve got a blister

Hey be quiet

I’m talking Mister.

Fine

Fine

Express your mind

I don’t really care

Cause even if you didn’t she’d be playing with her hair

And he’d be finding a new dare to fulfill

While going on and on and on and one, in front of this class

Please

Please

Teacher can I have a pass to go swim in the ocean

The big blue

And feel the waves cold in motion

I’d beg you,

But beggin can’t be my style,

So I guess I’ll go on talking,

And sometimes listen for awhile.

Nov. 1, 2004 MBF

#34

They are the youth

They are the future

Must teach them the way.

Nov. 1, 2004, MBF

#35

You’re sexy baby, boy hey you’d be so cool

Come stupid Brandon , don’t be a stupid fool.

Nov. 1, 2004 MBF

#36

Onward, hoist the Yankees to the top of their mast

Then tear ‘em down like sharks with blood in their nostrils

Pull out the cannons

Double charge! Ready! Hold! Steady!

Put in the flying mongoose

Now, light the charge

We will run over this American army today

No more will we allow this immoral giant to rule our home land,

Ruled by a government of spit, deception, and God-mockers.

They have oppressed the weak for long enough,

And we must stand it no more.

Oct. 2, 2004 MBF

#37

Peaceful sleep grabs my heard and drags it deep into a layer

Of my world I have often seen,

But not this place before, and in that land with logic curles, there you are.

Oct. 2, 2004 MBF

#38

Shadows of my mind show me you’re making a new _____

On my mind that’s baking,

And shadows of your love soften the burning of anger,

Like the glove of a surgeon turning

My burnt dark body in a waterfall

Washed off I feel less snotty,

Then I feel a sudden call to grab the shadow of your love and tie on to me,

Plaster, sew it or something , say that it cannot leave. Gotta keep your love’s shadow

Falling down on me.

Blind Poet/MBF

#39

Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep

Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep

Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep

Sleep face smile fade away

Leave an outline radiating light

Sleep, sleep, sleep hope they’re okay

Sleep, sleep, sleep

They’re happy and so much more comfortable.

Sleep, sleep

Oct. 8, 2004 MBF

#40

Didn’t you hear the people shouting for joy?

The day has come.

Didn’t you see them running around outside looking toward the sky smiling and screaming “YES”

Hurry quickly now let’s go outside.

The clouds are moving fast.

Look out your window

You must believe me.

You up there.

See, let’s go.

We can’t miss it.

Don’t you hear the children laughing?

Look one just walked by the door, come let’s go…

Wow …Hey what are you doing still in here?

Can’t you see the celebration.

Come on join us.

Nov. 4, 2004 MBF

#41

I’m knocking at the door that you’re obsessed with blocking,

but you should’ve had your windows boarded and barred,

cause my integrity’s scared, and I plan to find out why,

even if I have to jump buildings, ride rails, or even die,

when I get you, you can’t escape from jail, but you can try.

Nov. 10, 2004 – BF/Aluminum

#42

I got my money in a bag,

Could be my lucky day

In my boxers, like to sag sport.

Aluminum

#43

Nails and charcoal, what does it mean?

Tell me the connection, and I may call you keen.

We live in a deep world,

So why does everyone stay shallow?

Perhaps because the deeper the dark

Why have substance and be alone when you can be happy and shallow?

Can it be that their minds have curled,

So they don’t miss the light of the stop spark?

Or perhaps they are afraid to explore.

You might look foolish if you do,

But it is a deep world

With many layers.

Enjoy it, maybe high maybe low

Sometimes it’s nice to be shallow,

But when the times come I’ll go deep.

Don’t be afraid to explore.

November 11, 2004; MBF; Blind Poet

#44

Funny

Enthusiastic

Wild

Inspired

Playful

Forester

Down to earth

Culturally enhanced

Spunky

Thoughtful

Hyper

Creative

Nov. 12, 2004; Blind Poet

#45

Wake up to a shake

Till you feel your back break

Then jump back on your bed

Nov. 12, 2004; Blind Poet

#46

Traffic jam of smells

I see light and will soon have a headache

My nose screams and yells

No one else feels the pleasant air break

as they walk into this room,

But I have a hyper sensitive nose

If discomfort the bride this smell is the groom,

And it is the thorn to every literary rose

Chemicals, chemicals, chemicals

We start to adopt and not sense them as much

Till they become subconscious enemies, but you don’t see them as such

Chemicals, chemicals, chemicals,

Too easy to get queasy

Must find a higher fresher plain on which I can lay my tired brain

Shall I take a ladder, train, car, airplane or horse

Must find a way to create divorce.

Nov. 14, 2004, BF/Blind Poet

#47

Don’t you hate it when you can’t sit down

But your heads getting dizzy and tired of standing round

Want to rest yourself put dread the brain

Still standing won’t get circulation to the brain.

#48

Lord help me to focus on your Kingdom.

If you’ve got messages Lord please bring them

May your praises fill my thoughts so I can sing them.

#49

Catch, quick fur’s slick, gonna have to let go

#50 If it’s a candle, then where is the handle?

The fires moving quick and there’s less and less of the wick,

But does it go to wax or to dynamite cracks

Where in time is the faithful explosion

And where in time the cloud castles erosion,

Call it what you lie,

And I’ll stay busy on the mike.

I know where I can find one true light

That makes paradise bright, and in comparison

All else must be trite. In my mind’s hierarchy,

But still the reality is rather sparky,

Keep vision, off collision, and keep your eyes on the road

That God sets before you.

#51

This is your sweet lullaby

Laugh in your sleep,

And if you need to cry

But worry not,

While in God’s care you rest

And in my blanket of words

Peacefully lie,

Let all the burdens fly from your chest

Like newly uncaged wild birds, fly

Now to consciousness say “Good-bye.”

#47-51 – Blind Poet – Nov. 18, 2004

#52

You should have been more careful

Now your guts are all mixed up.

You had to pay for your gall

I knock you down cuase you were being a bad pup

But now that is gone,

And hopefully you’ve learned that if your pistol’s drawn,

You just might get spurned.

Now you can grow

Then you can show

That if dogs could bark

You would be a big one.

BF/Blind Poet; Dec. 1, 2004

#53

Hello there, you’ve come back

Why did you go away?

Well now that you’re here off to the prison you must go

Then whack, fray, throw

I bet you’ll break loose again.

Blind Poet/BF; Dec. 1, 2004

#54

“There’s one reason to live,

But two ways to die.”

#54 + 1

I need to find an intricate topic

A valiant cause that will have layers and chains

The way I view the world everything in the world is linked

You start to pull one idea from my mind and it yanks around my mind’s wheel

Rapidly like a ramped slide show reel having an epileptic seizure,

But there is some beauty in the way things flow.

If only I could completely harness the power.

Then I would be limited though,

And less creative I need a filter. That would be a good thing to pray for

#54 + 2

Revolvers, what are they

Going around,

The astronomist with his 80 foot and ½ telescope

Tries to find with his concave lens, but the world

Bends and bends, there’s more than they observe.

BF/Blind Poet, Dec. 2, 2004

#55

Thank you for the rolls

They were so so good

Were they cinnamon or sweet?

I think they are cinnamon.

It’s hard to tell the difference,

Very yummy though.

Thanks! Dec. 2, 2004

#56

Yes, I am writing in purple

Swaying my words like leaves in the wind on a birds chirp stool

HaHaHa

#56 +1

Tangled day, but truly threads

Red and green

Finally time drift away

We rest our heads and Christmas last moments are fleeing,

But it’s been really fun,

And we ponder the origin and dream of future pleasantries

Gifts that are already done

Gifts that abide within

And gifts that will be given to all on bended knee

Then we dream of wrapping paper.

BF/Blind Poet, Dec. 6, 2004

#57

What does it matter?

What does it matter?

A shadow on these

A light in the sky

What difference would there be?

The sand is getting dry

The rides are no longer high

What does it matter?

What does it matter?

Reflection of thoughts

On the liquid gaze

The nights cold; the days hot

Your toes trace out maze

What does it matter?

What does it matter?

All alone, city of a sky looking out

Dare I disturb the universe.

**Inspired by Jenny Rennant’s poster in

“The Chocolate War” by Robert Cormier

MBF/Blind Poet, Dec. 9, 2004

#58

The battery’s been so bad

And I start to get so poor

My Lucks coat is beginning to sag

Things have got to turn.

#59

Angles sing to praise his name

Why don’t we? Why don’t we?

Clocks are spinning round

Why don’t we sing to glorify his name?

BF

#60

Please stop talking to me

It’s a sick world I already knew that

This essay’s boring

Sick like stew fat

What is the point

This depreciation

Too much detail

Builds my frustration

I was going to let yesterday go,

But you’re pushing me to the edge

And I just don’t know if I can let this go two days in a row.

#61

I’m throwing bricks inside my head

Trashing this room until I’ve shred

This essay to pieces

This room’s been fled

And nonsense vulgar it ceases,

So what if there’s a point

It’s still not right

Makes my arm quiver and flex at the joint

My heart wants a jihad planned tonight

But I’ll control myself

There’s better ways then that

Just like there’s other ways to say economics are dumb

There’s other satires

But look what this inspires

I think it’s righteous anger

Don’t pollute my mind

Just because you think filth is more affective down a rose

Manure makes things grow

Flooding your classroom’s mind till their veins become a sewer.

#62 S.E.W. (Spiritual Emphasis Week)

Oh I’m not sure what to write.

I don’t want to write about S.E.W.

Something about me repels prompts like these

It reminds me of in the past when they would make me write about my vacation.

I think that’s why I never got into journaling until this class or they’d say write about your day.

In fourth grade I home schooled, but after I journaled I drew pictures,

and it was for my Mom, so that made it fun.

Sometimes after they do these things they want you to write a paper.

What kind of a paper would this make?

I guess all of this could make some sort of intro when formulized, sigh, so

S.E.W. Lots of good things happening. Praise the Lord for that. Lots of people come to God.

We are learning and being reminded of good stuff, cool.

MBF/Blind Poet, Jan. 27, 2005

#63

Don’t !

Which way?

So many open channels of my mind lie ahead of me.

Which tunnel will I recklessly run into?

There are so many thought to express that I stand unmoving

Looking around me describing my transition of mind

It’s also a park, on a city circle, a country road, but I’m tempted

To step into the forest or the plains or to the sky, or back

Where I was or further down the road, and if I go into the

Forest when I go to the enchanted lake that is in my sight

Or deep into the darker unknown.

Brandon Falk/Blind Poet; Jan. 31, 2005

#64

Careful, careful who your gifts go to

Careful, careful

Make sure you return the favor

While you’re at work for Ziploc you work on new designs for Glad.

You’re hurting those who help

Don’t you find this slightly bad?

Careful, Careful

Where your money goes

Careful, Careful

Does your dog really need those bones?

And people are dying,

But that’s not what this ______ about

It’s about parents crying

Cause you threw their picture out

It’s about God. It’s about God.

It’s about God. Don’t give you away, wasted.

MBF/Blind Poet, Feb. 1, 2005

#65

Ice java underneath a suit coat.

“Captain can I have another toy boat?”

“Get back to the deck and start mopping its floor,

or you’ll be flanked until you’re covered with sores.”

“Yes, generous captain,”

perhaps another day as a team I guess we’ll finally reach the bay.”

MBF/Blind Poet, Jan. 3, 2005

Note: Having messed up eyes has its advantages.

I have more than one perspective of the world.

#66 Topic – Where is poetry in your life?

In my life

In my pain

In my blindness

In my sleepiness

In my confusion

In my joy

In my realization

In my memory

A fly

Numbed finger tips

Cold sheets

Sweatshirts

Cool breeze

My red flaming shirt

AHaYa

Bread

People

Hair

Stars

Loving sacrifice

Forgiveness

Chicken Alfredo

Iced coke

Beauty yumminess

A hug

In my shoes

Sand

Cars

Motorcycles

Gravity

Cardboard

Chair

A dark room

A mattress

A stereo

Cards

The stage choir

My back

The soreness

Rocks