Last Year

 

I have memories made from lessons already learned

So my Freedom’s freedom was fought hard for and earned

When I was struggling…

When I was going through a hard time…

When it was so obvious to everyone except for me

I leaned on you; I thought that I could rely on you

But you showed me that I had no reason to

Who knew you would be my Enemy?

Burned by weak bitches masquerading as friends to me

Revealed vulnerabilities to ones who said they would be here for me – shield for me

Stand on the line – her sword she’d wield for me, but

I don’t miss her- I miss what she was supposed to represent

You wondered why they’d talk about you

I wondered why they talked about you

But then it became clear that you were the problem

You were the problem that you could not understand

All these problems with other people, pretending to know not how to solve them

When you were nucleus at the heart of all of your issues revolving

No wonder you are a product of ill thought

Tongue laden with double entendres with your bi-polar heart

So glad ways we did part

So I left you in last year

And I shed not one tear

I just picked up my pencil and erased you

I erased you because I refuse to chase your friendship

And I know you wonder

God tells me of how you wonder about me

Rummaging through an electronic version of life

Trying to gain glimpses of my rebirth into my birth right

Misinterpreting revelations and hoping someone has remembered You

Wanting so desperately for something to be about you

Emotionally needy,

Sitting over there seething

but pretending to be completely…

Content

I looked into your eyes, and could tell something wasn’t right

You would hide behind verses then go and do the most devilish of deeds in the night

I judge not ; sweetheart do what makes you happy

But know that every seed you sow will burst from the earth aptly--

prepared to return to you all the trifles you have laid bare

I hope you grow

But time has showed me that growth is a choice

And those in denial remain stunted until catapulted into it

If every they get to it – and through it

Age and wisdom are not automatically equated

I am just glad that I decided to walk away from the shaded

Fake and jaded friend that you were

I am sure that you are wreaking havoc in someone else’s life’

Talking about everyone to everyone

Painting deep pictures to cover your shallow depths

But I have laid the childish things to rest

Which is why I left you

In last year

Poet B. Lee Copyright © 2012. All Rights Reserved.

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