He served as a catalyst
for my poetic mood
and experimental dimensions
in silent rendering,
with an itch for art forms
be it the appetite
the nectar of a poet
My endeavor to articulate excels
far beyond my perceived horizons
alas jump-starting my muses
heretofore dormant a bit,
stirring me to excavate
a font of ideas
and accelerate with eagerness
to burst forth
from mind onto page
unfurling with words
hidden beneath my tongue
that once alluded me,
I stitch the unsaid into form
before our intuitive tryst,
a better mentor I could not
have hoped for;
British, artist, wordsmith, & troubadour
of empirical and
nostalgic emphasis
With pleasure I dive deep
into linguistic lure,
definitions and display
composing in a harmonious dance
lyrics into wordplay
I breathe life into symbols
older than memory
If ever there was a lauded semantic
who rises like a sentient sign
in a moments demand
stark sensationalist,
quiet, yet quite quizzical
It’s Brian Strand
I am weary of politics,
its plastic people
and the endless lies,
the glorification
of the outrageous antics
of the rich and famous,
the intolerance
and exclusivity preached
by most religions,
sensationalist media
who seek to deceive
and divide for the sole
purpose of ratings.
I am tired of excuses
and the way in which
honest people are exploited,
the power of big corporations
and angered by the mistreatment
of our planet. I am sick
of the promises made
by a world addicted to wealth
and the necessity to own
the latest must have gadget
and the modernist doctrine
of the primacy of the “self”.
We have lost our way
by abandoning the sacred,
the soulful connection
to the earth and what lay
beyond. My old and perhaps
naive mind imagines an ideal
where the world and life is not
configured to serve our most
unholy needs
but to those that will lift us
towards the greater good.
Mel is a sensationalist
Always bringing worst scenarios to the fray
at every meeting
There are five of us
Three of us have her figured out
Unfortunately our boss instantly overreacts
To every one of Mel’s utterances
We have no idea why
There is some weird bond.
Many of her facts are based on nothing substantial
Merely rumors or gossip.
We others are supposed to act immediately
The boss would have us jumping at every one
perpetually believing her silly cousin Mel.
Soul needs nourishment as a plant.
You have to hear good music and read
a master piece book.
Hear only good conversations. Don't see
sensationalist images.
Uplift your soul with taking some in the
day to reflex.
Your soul will be gratified with these
routines.
If you don't take care of your soul, you
will be living dead.
Nayda Ivette
8-29-2015
A stream drowned those in a limousine
Artificial light lit the floating obscene
Cheap people with rich ideals
Water way to go down the Hollwood hills
The ambulance was too late
And suffered similar fate
Caring people with floating pills
Water way to go down the Hollywood hills
And a news crew came to cover the scene
Floating bodies made them faint and they sunk to the stream
Insensitive people with sensationalist wills
Water way to go down the Hollywood hills
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