My True Dearest (03-17-05)

My True Dearest

In the midst of the sky
I feel your caring eyes
Watching over my soul.
I embrace them tenaciously
Within my Heart’s Hold.
You are my Keeper
That keeps me secure
Away from true sin.
I’ll appreciate your sanctuary
Until the Very End.
Although you have risen
Out of this Pretty Prison
You haven’t left me far behind.
I’ll be in your arms eternally,
It’s only a Matter of Time.
I’ll Love You throughout my Life.
If possible, even after my Death.
Only because of your sheerness.
I Love You Grandma
You are My True Dearest.

-Brennan Rosser

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Sonnetic Insanity (April 17, 2006)

"Sonnetic" Insanity

Sanity escapes the mind in due time-
Give it more and it might come back with haste-
Or it may never return back just fine-
The mind is a beautiful thing to waste.
You wonder what I mean as my pen scribes-
How images assault your very soul-
If I told you, it will be filled with lies-
You won’t understand, that’s just how life goes.
Observe the clouds smile as they dance high up-
Gaze at the oceans content trapped within-
Not once do they ever cry out enough-
Nor do you ever hear them complaining.
‘less you believe storms and waves as weeping,
Collect your mind for better safe keeping.

B. Rosser
April 17, 2006

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"W o r dP l a y" (4/20/06)

"Draw Ploy "W o r dP l a y" " "Pay World"

Ironic how I birth words

--Allowing your ears to eavesdrop thoughts in thin spurts of comprehension

Opening doors to intricate introverted depths

Burning sensation when little relations can be taking from the dirt

Digging dead carcasses rotten, right out of your mind

Picture painting elements elegant enough to elevate the dead senses

Bringing to life the living dead living within your own confine

Puzzle piecing at its highest peak

Stimulating the brain’s biology and new known ideas

Giving breaths to breach brinks of extraordinary keeps

Creating creatures of unknown niche

Inbreeding them with species even when they spurn

Allowing for the reproducion of original beings--

Words birth I, how ironic.

Brennan Rosser
4/20/06

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I Seek the Love

I Seek the Love

I seek the love where she knows me better than I understand myself.
The love in which I fear of a break up not only because I love her to death,
But because I'm scared to lose the huge part of me in her-
Not the time invested-
But the actual being of me attached to her and only lives because of her.

I seek the love that exist on its own accord.
There's life, diseases, careers, friends, days, nights, social injustices, catastrophes.
But on it's own inner-higher level, is our love.
The rest of the world can not phase it.
But the love we share makes this stuff worth living through it all.

I seek the love where if she doesn't call, my trust isn't compromised
In fact, it isn't even a thought- only concerns for her safety and if she is lost comes to mind.
I have no feelings of deceit in my emotional or mental repertoire.
And she doesn't worry about the human man I was born as,
She only possesses the abstract propensity of her perfect man demonstrated thus far.

I seek the love that breathes I love you's.
Even the shadow of what we have doesn't cast doubt.
The love that cures wars but because of the overflowing passion it harbors, has the potential to cause them as well.
The love that connects every star with traversable pathways if I am here and she happens to be on another planet.
The love that every writer, singer, artist, romantic and even time is waiting to experience.

I seek that love.

Brennan Brenoso/Oso©

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Lesson Earned From Lessons Learned

Lesson Earned From Lessons Learned (Learn From What You've Learned)

My life is like a war

And every battle within teaches a lesson.

The first battle told me,

Fight with all weapons-

From career, love, equality, to self-preservation-

Doesn't matter the front!

I have the skills and natural ability

To achieve what I want!

So I advanced forth by loving with my intelligence;

Moving with my strength;

Pushing with my agility;

And thinking with my heart & my length.

Luckily, life is just a game.

I died on all fronts at least once.

Change is dire to stay alive,

Opportunities won't come as often as I want.

Can't wait on the next battle to tell me,

I need be prepared and preemptive.

The lessons learned are being misinterpreted.

Somehow, I need to make sense of it.

My last battle was a gauntlet-

Foe after foe after foe-

And the lesson I learned was pretty clear,

Contend with all that I know.

[A moment of reflection]

What is it that I am comfortable using?

I fought with them all!

Then why am I losing?

Application is everything!

That's my personal lesson.

I'll be more selective when I fight the world,

With my natural given weapons.

But damn,

I'm still learning.

~Brennan Brenoso/Oso©

"For The Poet to be Understood, He Must Lose His Mind.. on Paper"