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.