About B

Hey everyone. If you wanna know, I reside in the place of sun, silicon and superficiality. Ahhhh, my home sweet home...how I love the! Sarcasm you smell??? Well...perhaps just a bit. But, truthfully, the West is where my heart is. The world itself is a wonderful place if you let it be. That's why I like to say I give my heart to the West, and my soul to the world. Call it what you will. Living to be the best person I can be is my goal in this life. That doesn't necessarily mean being the best though. It's my belief if you do your utmost personal best, giving whatever you go for your without-a-doubt all, and make smart decisions along the way, awesome things can happen and you'll achieve what you set out to do. There can be no excuses. There can be no giving up. You must use your opportunities and develop the natural abilities you've been blessed with. And, in the end, if you stay focused, you will find your happiness. Competitiveness is great. It drives us. But we can't let it cloud our vision, dirty our good nature. Eh, take it for what you will. This is just what I've come to live by through personal experience. We are all different. Find what works for you. All in all, I hope I can provoke some sort of thought through my work, as well as provide some sort of emotion. Not every person will like it, nor will every person appreciate it. But I'm okay with that. No ego or pride here....well, okay, as little as possible at least. :) Through my art, I give my all to the world. And that's the best I can do. Thanks for your time.
Posted in B Words • B's Poetic Justice

Downpour

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Never understood the depressing of the progressing of life.

As skies open wide, so do my eyes, with the tranquil ease of dimly lit scenery.

Calmly, the earth drinks in its ocean cocktail, quenching the thirst of its dried body,

Soaking in the cold liquid from above.

Many look at this process as daunting, cumbersome, even without joy.

But the earth is as us,

Needing hydration,

Relaxation from a cotton-mouthed afternoon.

Condensation is its lover.

And from the two all are born.

Just as I sip my cold brew on an evening adventure,

The earth sips its downpour, so freely drafted from the tap nature,

Ready to slumber after, and later to wake to more labor.

For that I’ll have another.

For that I’ll buy a round.

 

Original X: Bach