Breaking Bread: Feast of Hearts

I fear that I may be left with my doors askew


Dont ask about hours of operation

I wont mention the elation

from the deliberation resulting in exaultation

from the way we communicate



If I were to reach out every time he walked across my mind

untying ribbons upon my sturdy oak trees

White, yellow pink

Blown across a sky that refueses to be blue

So I will let it be purple, with pink hues

before I return to an Orange moon

Hoping he sees me as I am

Heart on sleeve

Lock and key

Would I be... desired

In presence or essence, thought of so intently

that memories of me have you smelling the remnants

of my Queendom in your nostrils

despite days between



His company desired, hopin one day he will return

the Love I thrust with no Lust

Only open honesty

hoping one day someone will fall for me

when it be

between Myself and my Weakness

That is Him



I need what I should not, and I often

want what does not reciprocate

the same way I demonstrate

But I will give with no expectation

because I do so from my heart

Truth hurts and hard times on this slice of pie

but that in itself is life- no earthly thing can vanquish this light

Given me from Jah- always go farTo let those that are in my heart know

no one can play their part

and I will part

pages with words divided by lines that come between us

until we are

united in hapiness and laughter

breaking bread uponn tables

that are no longer turning...



Brandy "Poet B. Lee" Facey Copyright © 2011 All Rights Reserved.

Dreaming Meanings

We dream and we dream, of all these things

But what do they really mean?

I often wonder if I have created a Utopia

A place and person in mind

That has the time and can find

All the pieces of me

So I sit back and Sing

What does it mean

What does it all mean?

I am a Queen

A Goddess- even in the wake of my troubles

Regardless

I just want someone to harness

And return this love that I bring

That I deliver

Gives your mind heart soul, and leg quivers

Giving new meaning to the Middle

Is it any wonder that I am so strong

Because Life has been hard

And so has Love

And though I try to continue to rise above

I still am left by myself, my own arms provide my hugs

And outside I will shrug

And continue to keep it moving

Only few know about my real bruising

And I will continue to send these garden variety niggaz cruisin’

Who want to be propriety

Even though they living up to the stereo types of society

So I expect them all to lie to me

And these days I will not care

I have no more strength to fight battles that are unfair

Uneven- and unjust

We all fight with lust

But will it give the strength needed for us to eventually be …

Us?

Damaged egos, broken hearts and hallowed souls

I just want to be had, and to hold

Onto a love that is just mind

Promising over time

Not to grow cold

As we get old

I don’t have no time to waste

And I will often choose to back away

And save face

Then to be entered into another fake as race

For first place

When I am number one

So I ask, I ask

Yes- I ask myself

What does it all mean

I still wonder if I have created a Utopia that wont be seen

Am I a person that is will be someone’s favorite place,

ever on their mind

That will willing want to take the time and can find

All the pieces of me

So I can stop wondering

What it all means…

What it all means…



Brandy “Poet B. Lee” Facey

Copyright © 2011. All Rights Reserved

Head and Heart Strings

Twiddle thump and riddle

Dancing between here and reality’s sinew

Give much, but receive little

Heart strings plucked like a fiddle

Sucked and fucked my love with no spittle

Until you reach the diamond in the middle

Of tightly crossed thighs…



Lonely sighs is where they reside

And I ride

I ride thought patterns like waves in LA

Cant Light Save for this Day-

No we won’t roll back no clocks

Time keeps ticking on with the tock

While they stand on the block of Ignorance

This aint happenstance

And This is my chance

To receive the blessings the Lord has stowed away

Just for me

For me to keep- speak my piece

Gain some peace and a good night’s sleep



And we play

Play this game

We

Twiddle thump and riddle

Touch and fiddle thoughts

Till we both grow hot

And then maybe tired

Of what we are not

Swindle stump piddle and hump your head

Until you think of me between hard times

Reading me between lines

Before you read me between sheets

upon a King sized bed

Hearts will lead heads

Until heads lead hearts

To what it is we ought

To Love.



Brandy “Poet B. Lee” Facey

Copyright © 2011. All Rights Reserved

No, thank you. I'll Fall Back...

Good Day Good People!

Recently I was shown by a friend just what that term means in relation to me. I am an open, and honest person, and sometimes I am left wondering if it is to my chagrin. It’s important to have good folks and supportive folks in your corner, and I do my best to put these types of people around me, and that energy is based upon our interactions. Needless to say, it’s annoying when someone that indicates they consider you friend, and vice versa, but all actions display everything but. With that said, today is a New Day, and thus the beginning of the ‘Fall Back’.

What kind of energy do I exude? Is there something offensive in my energy?

The answer: No. I am a unique woman, and the fact of the matter is, everyone cannot exist in the opulent space and energy that I provide. I take pride in owning my confidence, grace, how I feel, who I am, and how I connect with people. The mere fact that I have so many blessings and a fierce talent (yet to be recognized on a grander scale) is testimony to the gifts I have been given.

Through my journey in attempting to establish myself as a Poet, I have made attempts that have been unable to bear fruit. I would love to have artist/poet friends to run ideas across, talk to, and be inspired by, but I try not to let my frustrations hamper my intentions or my progress on this road, and am glad to say that I have come this far.

So, beginning today, I will no longer hold on to people who have already let me go. To share my existence is a gift, and not everybody is worthy. Don’t crowd my crown. I got shit to do.

--Poet B. Lee

Dichotomy of 'We'

I'm tired of this dichotomy


Everything is always because of Me

Its time I set myself free of these bonds

I'm bout to be On

And its all because you wasn't straight with me

I just wanna be everything I was meant to be

But I feel like you're holding me back

As a matter of fact

I can admit that it ain't even all You

I won't do what you do

I won't put it all on you

And act like some of it wasn't me, too...

But its clear to me you wanna be free

Which once again brings me to our dichotomy...



You try and make it seem

As though you didn't contribute to these things

I can't say that I set out to hurt you deliberately

Its more like a 'by way of' kinda thing

That got us hurting

Maybe these growin' pains ain't so 'what's up'

Cuz after it all I feel like I lost my Real love

Even when I had never let go

But its apparent you got some seeds to sow

So imma continue to go

On with my life

So unfair it seems when we go through these things

But we often fail to realize what all this really means

Which once again brings me back to our dichotomy...



Its funny how you want me to forget and live like yesterday never happened

And now I'm lookin at the handful of straws I been graspin

Now I'm askin

Was it all worth it anyway?

No matter the years and tears

Still couldn't get you to stay

Or even slightly sway

To see things from my perspective

Your resolve don't sway

But I now understand that you gonna Do and Be you

I'm just wonderin how our lines got confused

Whole time we so different that the ointment used to circumvent the acknowledgment has been bent to be misconstrued even after all that you do

You still talkin big "I's" and little "You's"

No matter how you try to inadvertently confuse, me

I'm Queen~

But still see the difference in which things are viewed

Part of me doesn't know what to do

But the larger part does

Can't continue to hark on what once was

All in the name of love

And, basically it all does

Boil down to a conscious you just don't seem to have about "Us"

So, illlogically

I've given you all of me

And there is no way to take back that part of me

But, obviously-

It matters not anymore

So go on you fuckin Whore

And when you wantin more

You won't be able to come back to me

No longer do I remember "we"

And its all about the dichotomy

Of our different views...



Brandy “Poetryee Queen” aka “Poet B. Lee” Facey Copyright © 2011 All Rights Reserved.

The Other Significant

Reciprocated, demonstrated and never inflated

A passionate Love consummated

Even better than words whispered thickly that deliver leg shakes

Body quakes

In the way you stare into my face

While you fill that space



I want to taste my love in your thrust

And trust that you are ready for this rush

That’s about to be Us

Love and not lust

Just Love

Reciprocated, demonstrated and never inflated

Beauty multiplied becoming antiquated

The kind you’d never forsake it

I’ve been through some trials

So through the storms on the horizon

No worry- we’ll make it

As long as you can show me

A Love

Reciprocated, demonstrated and never inflated

Respected even when faded

Open and honest without dancin between lines faded

Nourishing enough to keep your stomach sated

And your desires tethered to this Lady

Kind and sweet to wanna see me deliver your babies

Cuz life’s crazy

And I wonder if you’ve thought about this lately

But I need you

To make me feel, Love

…that’s…

Reciprocated, demonstrated and never inflated

Just Mine.



Brandy “Poetryee Queen” aka “Poet B. Lee” Facey Copyright © 2011 All Rights Reserved.

Conversations

The naked curiousity of the way we would relate

got me tryna keep my shit straight

I'm tryna keep things on the right plane

until you ready to consume what's on this plate

quick kisses make my lips swell and legs quake

unable to contain the thought,

I can't lie and say I'm not tryna meet your Rock

forever afraid that I won't be able to control this if it were to evolve into more than a thought

its not my fault that you think my stroll is a strut with a fuck walk

but all in all, I'm tryna just talk

the goods are the bomb- we'd be so gone

but at the beginning is where we gotta start

Our energies are what make the sky blue and the moon shine in the dark

but you seeming real intent on getting my legs to part

so I'm telling you now to just stop

entry into my femininity is not the way to my heart

but, Yeah, I feel good

just like everything you touch, you make good like southern food

gotta stand back and give you your due

but I am sure the women who don't leap at the sight of you are few

I understand you to be an awesome dude

but I'm just tryna give you food...

for thought

But I see you would rather eat me instead

flaterry doesnt matter to me

and no I won't let you just put in the head

I'm tryna get in your head

 

instead of the bed, so

let's

just

Talk.

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" aka "Poet B. Lee" Facey  Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

Dear Absent

two letters...

Dear Absent,



I write this letter to say all the things that will never fall upon your ears
For while you lie in death I live in truth despite shed tears
All these years
I want to thank you for your absence
because it has healed me in ways
your presence never could

For all the times I wanted you here, you chose to be there and everywhere else than with your seeds
Until the choice was no longer yours
So you were sent to do state chores for the penitentiary
Meanwhile I grew roots to the earth, and sprouted a few leaves
While you were on extended leave
And in your absence
I didn't bother replacing the idea of a father-
Forgot all about ya-- all for me
The replacement God sent
Set the stone of a throne for a Queen like me
N' was so much better
than you were ever destined to be
Even still when you were set free
Deported to your home
Across the sea


You didn't send a letter, a post card to me
But when you fully reaped what you failed to sow
A couple years later down the road
Only then would you dare to begin
To write a letter
neatly constructed yet fortified with falsified love sent
And oh, poor you
You were nearly destitute
Before the thought crossed your mind to reach out for you youth
Stretching wavering foreign arms out across lands
Attempting to beg favors from your estranged daughters' hands
Your tones fell on strangers ears, for we know not this man
And-


Besides, I was only 14
But this you never knew
Because every time I spoke with you,
You once again had forgotten...
...how old I was...


so Years later
I got word that you had been shot
I knew I should, but I just could-not
feel sadness


You can say my cold heart is Madness
but I was dealt a father than was manless
Whose had at least six chances
to get this Father thing right
But that's alright
Cuz I sleep tight
While I think at night...
while you lie in death, I live in truth
I want to again say thank- you
For your absence because it has healed me in ways...
Your presence never could...
Dear Absent,

I write this letter to say all the things that will never truly fall upon your ears
For while you live a lie, I thrive in truth despite my outs and ins
And realizing the fear of
Of life without a close friend
So
I want to thank you for your absence because it has humbled me in ways your presence never would


Always wanting to attach you to my hip
But Girl
I never could get a firm grip
On who you really were
Or are


Sometimes I wonder if you even know
Cuz Its unbelievable how far one can go
To create fantasy they can eventually fancifully believe


I really wanted you in my life, but you continuously lied to me
Often by omission or the simplest things
Telling me this friendship was important to you
Cuz It was of actual importance to me
But when I call it how I see
It seems you only deal with people when it comfortably fits your needs
So I got tired of being your lawn bag
To store your troubled leaves
That continuously blossom from your *poor choice seeds*
That you sprinkle round liberally
I want to be there to help
But its your own demons that have dealt
your hand
I hope you play it right
I pray you're smart enough to see the light
Impossible to take flight from your plight
Running from your lessons that will return blessing
When you try to run from Life
Don't want to find you devoid of family and friends
But its hard for us to remain
Sitting idly by as you treat the ones who love you with disdain
I'm sure you will come back to the middle again


But till then
To my chagrin
This door's revolution must come to an end
And I'll say again


That while you live a lie,
I thrive in truth
And despite my outs and ins
This chapter's at its end
Dear friend
And I want to thank you for your absence because it has humbled me in ways your presence never would


Dear Absent...
I write this letter to say all the things that are not worthy enough to fall upon your ears
For while you devour lifes pleasures
death I consume truth despite shed tears
All these years
I want to thank you for your absence because it has healed me in ways your presence never could...

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

Winding Down

Dusking eve frolics

Playfully into warm nights
I hold my breath
to exhale in your arms

Days of rustling thru
Traffic
People
And people-traffic
Can't wait to get back
To bask in
Your smile
The rolling jovial energy
That emits from your chair
From across the room
I miss your raking gaze
on my body

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

Prayer Freestyle: 5/12/11

Father

Thank you for this day

Another day I wake

To this earth

I don't quake

For what its worth

For, You

Set value

to

Everything

I am

And I am glad that I

Am something

Because if I were nothing

I would still least be Your child

 

 

Queen Poetess B Copyright 2011 © All Rights Reserved.

A Moment to Haiku: 5/13/11

Actions speak volumes

Words misinterpreted; Your

Body language Loud

 

 

 

 

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

Mind Traffic

Drop
Beep
Drop
Beep
My life is poetry
As I stand upon the street
Under grey skies

The rain
Drops
The cars
Beep
Drowning out
Discomfort
That creeps
To the

Drop
Beep
Drop
Beep

While cumulonimbus clouds
Congregate to
Secrete
Mundane thwarts
To carefully wielded blows
While
Secretive actions
Create a faction
Of dissatisfaction
On a mission
Trailed behind
Lies by omission

Not blind-ed by
Diversions' Division
Escape to become
immersed in
The

Rain Drops
And the car Beeps
They Drop
They Beep

Mundane thwarts
To carefully wielded blows
Action betrayed thoughts
Returning
Smiles in meager amounts
Drown
Down
Into the

Rain drops
and car beeps
The grey sky for me weeps
For lest we speak
To defeat
Unrest
Put to the test
Only to lay to rest
The contest

Instead
I'm met with

Mundane thwarts
To carefully wielded blows
While
Secretive actions
Create a faction
Of dissatisfaction
On a mission
Trailing behind
Lies by omission

Drop
Beep
Drop
Beep

My life is poetry
As I stand upon the street
Under grey skies

The rain
Drops
My heart beats
Between the
Rain drops
And
Car beeps

Desperation for the correct
Conversation
To be had
But can't be
No matter how
carefully thought
The wielded blow

It shall
Meet again with
In the battlefield
Shielding itself by

Mundane thwarts
To carefully wielded blows
While
Secretive actions
Create a faction
Of dissatisfaction
On a mission
Trailing behind
Lies by omission

My life is poetry
Falling in every
Drop
Echoed in every
Beep
Under grey skies
As I stand upon the street

While I wish
My sky
Would just
Stop falling...

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

The Wash

Lather

...Rinse

Repeat...

Lather thoughts clean

Rinse heart heavy beats

Disappointment widens the scope

I just don't like the

Re dun dan cy

Of

Lather

Rinse

Repeat

Lathered thoughts

Lush and thick

Unroot the dirt

Massage a bit

Rinse,

Hope,

Rinse,

Hope,

Rinse...

Is it clean?

Gotta be

But here comes the

Re dun dan cy...

Lather

...Rinse

Repeat...

Lathered filth reclaim and resoil

Omission turmoil

Rinsed with disappointment

Extricate and relate

Make content discontent abate

I must escape

The cycle that has taken shape

Less we...

Lather

...Rinse

Repeat...

 

Queen Poetess B Copyright 2011 © All Rights Reserved.

A Minute or Two To Haiku: 4/19/11

man seeks to control

woman when he does not choose

to control himself

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  

Copyright 2011© All Rights Reserved.

A Minute or Two to Haiku: 4/19/11

Life has obstacles

but we often fail to see

Ourselves in our way

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  

Copyright 2011© All Rights Reserved.

A Minute or Two to Haiku: 4/18/11

How you gonna shoot

Extraordinary while you're

aiming at Av'rage?

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  

Copyright 2011© All Rights Reserved.

A Minute or Two to Haiku: 4/16/11

I cannot stoop to

your level because I am

still Taller bent low

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey
Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

Fire

to touch any part of you

would quench the thirst of my skin

for once again I begin

to become all consumed by your Fire

Fire and Desire

one look from you, I am ready to flow

but you look upon me no longer

I wonder, is now your heart fonder

than before

if I graced your thoughts

it would aggrandize my presence

as I become enveloped in your essence

sweet Fire

you are Desire

one look from you

at once I am wet

and yet I have yet to meet and greet

your lips, for they indeed look sweet

If I had but one moment to taste thy lips- I'd keep

that memory on repeat

for as these verses I speak

I am set ablaze by the thought of your gaze

if I could listen to your heart beat, my ear to your chest

it would forever change the rhythm of my hips

no matter if we ever did anything, more or less

wishing your nearness, Black angel

I desire but to touch your wings

But it is these simple things

That mute the song I’d sing

So I ask you to hold me

as I slowly

give way to your flickering flame

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey 

Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

LETs GrOw (Let Go, Lets Grow)

Growth is demanded from us all, for we are all capable of powerful potential

But in my life, as I gaze side to side, it often appears as though the personification of shallow superlatives are more influential

Than the growth that’s essential from us “Grown Folk”

Less the children coming behind us be so superficial

What value is being woven into our preset, which will soon become the past?

The hoarding of false tokens worth only a moment of consideration or passion that cannot last?

I sit back and watch as we dismiss our relative importance

Our moral worth reduced to fractions of common sense-

And spent as cents

On senseless shit

He can recall all the women he has slept with by their many “talents”

And she can tell you of all the places she’s been and the labels she’s received (secretly) for what’s under her chalice

Which both equally weigh nothing when calculated in the balance-

Virtuosity versus curiosity can indeed be a challenge

So when they say that they stuntin’, many are just stunted

Still hung up on silly fuck ups or paltry recognition that they wanted

Carrying on in middle age in immature ways, seemingly undaunted

Waking up too late in the day that is this life-

After the jaunt-

Its Yours, its Mine, its His and Hers, and its going to continue to Go

And while it’s moving on, we gotta continue to Grow

My intrinsic value I already know

And my remarkable and unique individuality is woven into the fabric of my flow

I can take the time to divulge how sexy I am

How as I walk my hips sway in undulation

But I’d rather engage in a mental exchange of stimulation about Obama’s Administration that would result in a deep contemplation from our conversation about saving the Haiti nation-

I recognize in my calling a greater stimulation

So I readily rise to the occasion to be the growing example on display

Because, baby, they’ll still look and get shook

Should I bear my intelligence instead of my breasts

Learn to show more by revealing less than your insecurities across your chest

No matter what they say, cockiness does not disguise insecurity, so use common sense

I am hoping you are keeping your mind open during this brief conference, cuz

We don’t always have to beat our chests to show dem We da Best

Get your roots in the ground and stop the shouting contest, because

Even the greatest never elevated without some humbleness

So I won’t discuss my attributes or give my measurements because

I need the focus on my Gift that’s Heaven sent           

Professing myself, most assuredly to be Grown

But I had to G-R-O-W before I could get my N on

I’m tryna give you some of my spiritual wealth for you to spend on

In hopes that these seeds will sprout and continue to live on

And that the verses of my poems eventually give the DJ something to spin on

So, if you weary from fightin’ the good fight- just keep on

‘Cause the value of your life exceeds the price of the sheets you sleep on

And no matter how many times life knocks me down, Imma keep beatin’ my feet on

Sometime life’s a living Hell, but I tell ‘im to keep the heat on

Cause when we struggle then prevail

It gives us soil to sprinkle our seeds on

Thus giving us something to speak on.

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey 

Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

Inside

in my sleep
in my REM
dreaming of we stem to stem
limb to limb
where I stop you begin
where we
left off


as I toss and turn
I yearn to forget
then re-learn
every curve of the beauty
that you were
for now you Are


in my sleep
in my REM
dreaming of we stem to stem
limb to limb
where you stop I begin
Here, where we left off


you put me on
my body is your Glove
and I long to be worn
we make something much more than Love
relayed in forehead kisses and hugs
which is cause enough for me to stir...

in my sleep

in my REM

dreaming of we stem to stem

limb to limb

where I stop you begin

where we

left off

Lifting me higher

and not just my spirits

you lift my body with ease

titillate my soul whilst my desires flow

warm and in excess

stifled moaning into a mouthful of breast

scratching back, grasping chest
thrust thrust thrusting, making me forget
that you aint shit
but you are everything wonderful
Here

in my sleep

in my REM

dreaming of we stem to stem

limb to limb

where you stop I begin

where we

really begun and end

and such a thing has me wonderin'
how I can rescind 

this invitation 

I once gave you

Inside?

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

Wednesday was completely exhilarating! 

(This post was delayed due to technical difficulties)

Last night I had the opportunity to be the feature poet at WordPlay Wednesdays, hosted by Sir Charles Carey in Penn Mar. Though I was nervous, I am proud to say that I showed up. The audience was very supportive and responsive to my work. There is nothing like having a  true passion, overcome by it wrath thats crafted into the spoken word to be heard by a room full of people whose attention is directed at you and what it is you have to say.

I enjoy the restless energy that the idea of performance creates in me, and I enjoy rising to the occasion, nervous smiles included. But the sheer possibility of failure is a drug all its own; I decided to be everything I wanted to, in those moments, under that light, in front of a room full of strangers, because the alternative was not acceptable. A couple of the patrons introduced themselves to me, stating they were looking forward to what I had to deliver; I also recognized faces that also attend one of my favorite Open Mic  events hosted at Annie's Art Gallery by Cedric JusMe Hand in Camp Springs. Hence the proverbial straw on the camel's back had landed (no pressure).  I prayed about it, and requested the following: May this success be in my pocked before I even part my lips; that Nervous leave the building for the evening; and that Confidence be the Angel in white standing upon my right shoulder.

I introduced my set by singing a couple of lines from Erykah Badu's "Time's a Wastin'" from her album Mama's Gun:

"Times a wastin

Don't you take your time young man

Keep on drifting

Ain't no tellin' where you'll land..."

...which lead into the first piece entitled: LETs GrOw (written around 11/2010).  I then proceeded into my next piece, entitled Word after a brief intro/interlude to it. Lastly, I performed Betwixt and Between Thoughts. A couple of these poems are posted here, but I can assure you- they have been edited for peak delivery and probably are vastly different, with audience in mind.

The transition from page to stage has been a successful one, but I pray I look back on this a year from now and be able to say, 'That was many many mics ago....'

Queen is taking leave from this post. But to all my fellow poets out there, keep writing. Lets see where the pen strokes take us.

Brandy PoetryeeQueen Facey