Understand That I'm Not There Right Now- I'm Here

in Unison: "Understand That I'm Not There Right Now- I'm Here"

Understand where we're at 
Before you insert me in your heart.
I was once a L♥ver unconditionally,
Always willing to try the experience.
But that is ancient history.
I'm not there right now,
I'm here,
Piecing essential parts together first.
So when I apply myself in your life,
Take it all in context.
I should be a separate entity from you
As you will be from me when you apply yourself.
We can complement one another gracefully-
Live, Laugh, L♥ve-
But not overstep boundaries
Such as being in L♥ve.
And this has to be understood and contently so.
Right now, I'm here.
Hopefully, you are where you need to be.
Intelligently shifting what needs be shifted.
I promise not to impede there...
...Unless you're done shifting and I'm done piecing
Parts that need be shifted.
Obviously the potential is evident-
Progress ensues from patience,
All from the Living, 
the Laughing
and the L♥ving.
Once we're ready,
We will be neither here nor there.
We will just be where this new journey takes us.

~Brennan Brenoso/ Oso©

"Their eyes are more attracted to the story, Than they are to the man"

Linkin Park- Leave Out all The Rest Lyrics

Just a type of way that I'm feeling right now.  And I could not have written it any better than this..

[Linkin Park- Leave Out all The Rest Lyrics]

I dreamed I was missing

You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared

After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here

So if you're asking me
I want you to know

[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
[End Chorus]

Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shared what I made

I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you

So if you're asking me
I want you to know

[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
[End Chorus]

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are

[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
I can't be who you are

His Highs, His Lows, His Goodbyes

His Highs, His Lows, His Goodbyes

His Highs,
They were numerous-
Times when he was charismatic and
times when he was humorous.
They, were all beautiful.
In his eyes, every single time,
Everything was her.
The party was always for two,
No more, no less.
A celebration of new friends and new feelings and new futures-
And all highly gratifying for the time being.
But each time esoteric, like this very poem.
Respectively,
|She was his first love|
|She was playful and all too familiar|
|She was experienced & ready to love, while embarking
on the new journey|
|Him and her shared a season of foreverness|
|She sassed her way into his thoughts|
|Coming out of one, she was conveniently looking
for another heart to settle in|
|She had enough soul for the both of them|
|This one, was a beautiful poem definitely worth writing about|
They each took this man to his highest
and remnants still remain with him.
But lo & behold..

His Lows,
They were plenty-
Times when he was unsure and
times when he was empty.
They were all ugly times.
In his eyes, every single time, 
Everything was lost.
The parties never lasted long-
Stuck between more than friends
but less than lovers.
Until the ceremony either ceased 
or just became funerals-
All evoking emotional paralysis for the time being.
But each time esoteric, like this very poem.
Respectively,
|First are always filled with errors and insecurities.
So naturally, he reached a point where he could
no longer work to be happy|
|They were very similar but her playful
nature wanted to play a chase game. Too bad he did 
not understand the rules of it|
|Her experience surpassed him so his willingness to 
love never became and he ventured on his own|
|With her, it was just that! Her forever was only the
length of a season|
|Well, she never quite made it to his heart in that way|
|Heart jumping is never healthy. Eventually, the blood
on the shoes from the previous heart mixes with the new
one and he wanted fairly clean shoes|
|Her soul was deep and strong- deep enough for him to 
love and give her his all but strong enough for him not 
to get inside and take what he wanted-he wanted all of her|
|Simply, she wasn't just his poem. When he met her, she 
gradually came to life and she harbored a lifestyle foreign to his own writing|
Each of them brought this man to his lowest.
But lessons were learned and realized..

From his Goodbyes.

~Brennan Brenoso

"When I write, I take flight; I Feel Free When I'm Me"

As I lay my face in a bouquet on your grave

As I lay my face in a bouquet on your grave

As I lay my face in a bouquet on your grave,
In this rose petalled field, not a rose petal fell.
In a sad world filled with hate and fear,
Of all the blood shed spilled, not one drop of a tear.
Apathy prevails and sympathy recedes.
The last bottle of empathy will be empty when I leave.
My jaded heart bypasses corrupt minds.
But both, former and latter, will eventually ensue with time.
Because that is the common denominator-
The grasp of our dreams deferred and our briefness here is a bitterness stimulator.
The logic is to be adored- Our dreams are pleasantly detoured 
Via scenic route on the way to the steps of our door.
Plus we are affected by the effects of others' choices-tainted or pure-
And we are mandated to accept it all.
So I grieve, 
Knowing that this is all we have to believe.
You on the other hand, were allowed to leave.
Please tell me, is there more to be seen?

~Brennan Brenoso

"When I write, I take flight; I Feel Free When I'm Me"

My Laws From the Hill

My Laws From the Hill

Marching, Marching, Marching, Marching
To the top of a Hill,
I heard beautiful music.
The substance entered me 
While the falsity was diluted.
I used it,
Applied and supplied it to all my small fires.
It sing:
"Music is supposed to inspire"
And her words flew me higher.
This woman gave birth to a Man-
With no relation, just appreciation
For her message & her voice,
Which granted me levitation;
Elevation; a mentality exempt from gravitation.
In my eyes,
I'm her beautiful, beautiful Zion.
A product of her heart, 
And the backdrop to her mind.
Always Doo wopping,
Avoiding all girls looking for that thing,
that thing, that thingggg.
But showing maximum respect to the women's lives who has changed
As a result of the voice that loved to harmonized when she sing
Like Wooo... wooo... wooo....
Once too cool for school, 
But I was never miseducated.
Translated old scriptures
Found behind the perfect picture I took of the Hill.
And they still resonate heavy unto those with strong will.
It's like savoring a long sip of her Brown coffee
While she sings her song-
Killing me softly.
I learned not to succumb to the superficial minds
Who might win some.
But they just lost one.
Guided to a refuge by a Fugee.
My lovestoned struggles almost broke me.
Words tumbled down from the Hill
Telling me that everything was everything.
Almost like a pastor
Then I learned how to deal with my ex-factors.
Mother Nature,
I thank you-
Such a wonderful favor-
For creating a beautiful Hill with your passionate pen.
Although I'm still climbing,
She became my Law when I let her in.

~Brennan Brenoso

"When I write, I take flight; I Feel Free When I'm Me"

Aren't We All Just A Little Unsure

Aren't We All Just A Little Unsure

Tell Me What You Like.
If he is not Me,
Then I'll gladly step away.
-Well well, I am not him-
So I'll take my leave.
Don't say you accept me as I am,
Even with me not being your created man.
Because you built him up in your head,
So you should have him as.
I'm all for:
You can do anything and get whatever or whoever you put your mind too,
So I'm stepping away.
Don't pull me back for some insecure reason of not wanting to be alone
Or not wanting to hurt me!
Trust me, I'll be fine!
Make yourself strong enough never to settle for less than what you deserve;
Don't mind that you are who I thought up in my head as the one for me;
One day, the girl who created me and the girl I created will meet.
In due time, In due time..
Or maybe it is, that you don't exactly know what you like yet?
And this is all trial and error?
That is the human way, isn't it?
We're just uncertain.

~Brennan Brenoso

"When I write, I take flight; I Feel Free When I'm Me"

Stars In The Ground; People In The Sky

Stars In The Ground; People In The Sky

When will the stars burn out
And descend from the Sky
Into the pits of the ground?--
Idling Six-feet deep,
Away from those who gaze up
For Faith and Hope…

When will People rise up
And ascend from the ground
Into the summit of the sky?--
Idling billions of miles from earth,
Into the views of those who never gape down
To remind them that with People, it takes Hardwork and Determination.

Not Just Faith & Hope…

-Brennan Brenoso

"When I write, I take flight; I Feel Free When I'm Me"

There's Nothing There (Passion)

There's Nothing There (Passion)

But I can build passion.
I'll just draw it from what you want;
What you need.
I'll watch you stutter,
I'll hear you breathe.
I'll feel you up,
I'll lick you down.
I'll place my lips
All around.
I'll tell you to wrap your arms around me,
Let me feel your body.
I'll sense your eagerness
For a sensual orgasmic party.
Once I get inside of you,
You won't ever want me to leave.
Just rock your body slowly,
Let the sensation of the moment be.
Tell me when to speed it up,
Rough house beat it up,
While you're climaxing,
I'll use my tongue to clean it up.
Bite me on my bottom lip
When you desire more action.
You can ride on top
As you would a horse in playful fashion.
I'll let you mount me,
Count slow and grind to three.
Move your body barely
Now you stop and let me be.
I'll grab you by your waist,
Lift you up a little and start moving too-
Up & down,
Up & down,
Up & down,
'Til you cum down..
I'll let you lay there.
You're going to want to stay there.
There was nothing there,
Now we're bound by passion.

~Brennan Brenoso

"When I write, I take flight; I Feel Free When I'm Me"

If I Were Ever To..

If I Were Ever To..

She has to have the beauty of my imagination-
Eyes bright; not colored but with life.
Her kisses must excuse time (or at least be perceived as such),
Hold it in place until we pull away.
Her voice will be my anchor that keeps me grounded.
When she isn't near, I'll still hear her sound.
Temptation must test me every times she smiles.
I'm full of energy and she should be too, SO; she should be a nympho.
She will love my lust;
Also lust the need for my love.
Fashion to me is matching,
So she doesn't need the latest.
But all she wears will compliment her beautifully
And all she doesn't, those times, I will complement her incredibly.
She will know & appreciate my craft.
As a result of what we share, take the role as my biggest inspiration.
She must understand what "At Your Best" and "By Your Side" means to me..
If possible, sing them to me in times of need.
Priorities have to be in order-
Not a thing over me.
She'll learn my habits
Fathom my niche and be comfortable enough there to sleep.
She will go to all lengths to be sure that I'm satisfied.
Her actions will be reassuring; Her Love taboo.
She will experience every season from there on out, by my side.
Her presence will be my Winters; my Summers; my Springs; & my Falls.
And If I Were Ever To say I Love You,
I will be ready to reciprocate it all.

~Brennan Brenoso

"When I write, I take flight; I Feel Free When I'm Me"