Next Time Around

Next Time Around

I swear it never fails...
Life watched me
fall for four,
Hit for the perfect score.
Then allow them to all fall apart.
Eventually I'll get the lesson; I'll get smart.
I can even play the next one out in the dark-

When I make it to your heart
and I actually figure you out,
You'll be quick to shout:
"nigga get out!"
More in fear than you'll be in love.
When I show you as if I've had enough and begin to walk,
you'll start to think my love was just lust-
never strong enough to begin with.
But I'll just be showing you my words were far more than talk.
More in love than in fear with you,
your words and minor infractions
will cut deeper than anyone elses harshest actions.
Pain plus Pleasure equals Passion...
And I won't be able to imagine
having this style of love fit me
in a better or similar fashion.
Our past will be so intense!
Still, we'll hold on to the past tense.
What I'll do to your head will be hard to erase; Hard to rinse.
We'll just lather and repeat,
stalling under the heat of the water,
that's scalding, boiling, yet spoiling,
to our fears of being alone.
So we'll loan our bodies to each other
hoping we're collecting interest.
But we'll hardly invest the rest-
Your heart will be yours.
And my mind will be mine.
An in and out battle for control,
we'll just end up wasting each other's time.
But life is full of seconds
and every minute in it isn't a given.
The time we share is actually the power,
We'll just be holding on to hours.

~Brennan

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Unstitched Butterflies

Unstitched Butterflies

There’s a lesson in every lesion,

A reason for every impression.

So I occasionally undo the stitches

(At a rate of every other month in every season)

And enter in search of the forgotten caveat.

Bypassing the motifs & awing designs.

Familiarities have a tendency to keep your attention.

(Like how my name once sat atop your flower)

I bear in mind not (in heart),

The moral is what I seek,

Never the episodes-

(So I don’t recall the many nights spent under your movements)

No matter how tempting.

I can’t salvage it all,

So I never linger longer than it takes a tear to fall.

(Though my glossy eyes now match yours then)

I only take what I can bring with me safely-

The Ideas and wisdoms from the aftermath.

In no way is it ever tangible.

(Except for the pictures of you and I fixed in a happier moment)

As quickly as I’m in,

I’m out.

Stitching back up the seams to a past realm.

(Content with the immeasurable time spent playing with butterflies)

~Brennan

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RealEyes

RealEyes

She peers back at me with the intent to love--
By any means necessary.
Breaks away only to carry on her daily tasks;
But returns right back to the eyes that admire her.
Admiration beyond her phenotype--
Intelligence,
Principles, &
Naivete (we know not what the other always knows).
She is very aware herself as my focus--
How I blink,
Only to view her exhibition with crystal clarity;
And how I rest,
To remind me that dreams won't know a beauty like reality.
She loves the scrutiny.
I adore how her smile grows from my intimate concentration.
I love even more,
The faces she makes during penetration.
Her eyes widen with gratitude,
I personally see my worth in their magnitude.
She's crazy about me taking in her everything.
Even when I'm giving her the side eye,
My peripheral doesn't miss her complexity;
I don't overlook her strange.
Nights spent wishing,
Days spent searching,
For someone to notice--
With eyes that are omniscient,
That reflect upon ourselves.
Realize our value exists inside each others eyes,
The reason we walk the earth for--
Find eyes that make you worth more,
Fine eyes that don't lie.

~Brennan R.


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Always Time for the Truth

I told you everything for a reason…

If the weather was to change

At moment’s notice,

I informed you-

You would be prepared for the seasons.

I was trying to make you my future…

But the more I unwrapped the present

I found a link to your past-

Felt less like your man

And more like an intruder.

I apologize if you feel as if I wasted your time…

I couldn’t trust

What I loved.

You based it on

Too many lies.

A truth can unravel at any moment…

So at anytime,

If anyone

Ever asks you about your past-

Own It.

~Brennan Brenoso

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Come September

Come September (August 13, 2010)

It’s not you, it’s me.

When I’m most elated, my guards are at their highest.

I don’t believe it’s too good to be true.

But I do have this feeling that what is good isn't necessarily true.

I don't know why that it is,

So I may pester you until I do.

I just want to be in control of the Fall when it comes,

Because it will come.

I won't forget to remember-

Come September.

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St. Tru

St. Tru

All my life,
I've lived on St. Tru.
Never ever giving anyone reason, to doubt what I do.
But my mind never built this place fair for two.
And you, desperately wanted onto my St. Tru.
YOU?
The one who isn't ashamed to try and play me for a fool.
I'm Sorry-
And that will be my only apology-
That is something I can never share with you.

~Brennan

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Locked Myself Out

Locked Myself Out

The words are inside
Full of insight
I feel them picking at locks
And for some reason
I'm locked out
As if these thoughts
Can't be redeemed at the moment
They would cower in the presence of the light
But my words are always therapy
I swear I need a session
Still
Nothing's seeping out
I'm forced to do without..NO!
I need to keep picking...


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