Biography of Bragg Adocio
My specialty Is love poems, though it hasn't always been that way. I gave up poetry for a while, finding it a lost cause that I had no skill for, that is, until I found a certain 'raven' a few years back to spark a creative fuse. Poetry is how I fly, and she gives me wings, so I guess I was wrong about not having a hand for writting. I just never found someone who can help guide that hand.
I use poetry as a way to speak, since I can't say how I really feel without sone sort of consequences in the real world, the poet world serves as my true America and my first ammendment for my heart and soul.
Bragg Adocio Poems
White Hot Fire, Deep Blue Sea
And The Stars Were In Her Eyes...
She looked deep into her heart for another moment.... another inkling of hope.... another reason to kiss. She looked up into his eyes for another sign that he stilled loved her. She looked at the back of her eyelids and into her subconcious for a sign that she could see herself with him in the future. She, instead, imagined swimming in the milky way. She tangoed under the stars with saturn's moons, spinning, twirling, running revolutions through orbital inclinations.
You know, I can't help but wonder sometimes...... how often, am I thought of? Everyday?
Clear Life is like the sky in a sense. The only two constants being change..... And change. Cloudy days, stormy nights, blizzards, hurricane season. Take your pick.... These are mine. Clear skies only mean you've reached the eye of a storm, a glimmer of hope as it takes a breather and goes back in for another attack. Falling stars, blitzkrieg. The sky will be clear tonight, no more stars, I have them all right here in my hands. But then the sun will come out, tomorrow. My prediction; heat wave. You just can't win can you? Perfect weather? California? Oh yea, sure, the skies are clear but the ground has terets.
Where Sea Meets Sky
Where sea meets sky Why is it that the rain makes people want to cry? If I were the rain, could I connect two hearts, the way rain connects the earth and sky? Sometimes, I wish I were the rain, then, I could touch people and feel their feelings..... Connect with their hearts. Maybe then, just maybe, I could understand their pain, and find out why they cry. I wish I had GOD's eyes. That way, I could see into your heart and know what you're really feeling. I wouldn't have to guess, wouldn't have to wonder, and I could touch your pain, maybe heal it. Give courage to your fear, make a connection for both our sakes.... GOD knows we need it.
Bird Watching Can't sleep, not a wink, gotta think. Think if us think of you think of this. So I can't sleep. No, not a wink. Might miss the early bird. Can't dream, can't coast, don't need it, just need to think. Think of me, me and you, us and this..... This kiss.
For just another moment Last turn before goodnight I thought I'd stretch it out a bit and parked there at the light A line behind me honking, single fingers on there hands
Another voice in the crowd. Just another whisper lost in a tower of babble, useless jibber-jabber blocking out the sun. Its blocking my vocal Cords and i have a sore throat. I think im losing my voice. I think im losing my mind. I think im losing sight of my mic and the will to speak. I think im losing a piece of myself, one with no say as to his fate. I think im losing my voice. I may be losing my train of thought. I may end up repeating myself because I want a certain event to repeat itself. I may stop from time to time. I may take a moment of silence for a daydream that never came true. I just might lose you. I just might call ahead and give you a running start. I might try to yell for you to slow down. I may fail. I just might discover how fast you really are and wonder why my throat suddenly freezes up in awe. I might lose my train of thought. I might try to recollect an old story I used to tell myself and end up forgetting what really happened. I just might forget you..... I may be speaking to a mirror. I may forget myself and remember why I called you in the first place. I may remember that I wouldn't be able to tell you anyways. I might not ever forget you. I might not be able to tell you that, in spite of losing myself, I'm still glad I found you.
Bittersweet (But Mostly Bitter)
Bittersweet (but mostly bitter) Is it bad if I say I hate my life? What am I supposed to think when everything I think of as a plus in my life right now is only temporary? People who are leaving, have left before, or probably will leave me in the end. Live together die alone, right? Is it bad to say that, at times, I really wish I wasn't alive? Is it bad to say that I drive close to the divider and imagine swerving into oncoming traffic, or realizing my brakes don't work after coming onto the feeder road into a red light...... Is that bad?
Like You Love Me
i want you to kiss me, like the antidote is hidden under my tongue. like you're curious as to the flavor of my gum. i want you to hold me, like you are afraid you might fall if you let go of me. i want you to want me,
Maybe When Time Stops
Maybe in another place... Another time... Another demension.... Maybe, when time itself stops dead in it's tracks, when it's sands take their last fall, and when the smell of a new day takes it's last breath....
(a response to The Secret) Calligraphy
Cold I woke up this morning wrapped snugly in two blankets with the heater blaring. 'why do I feel so cold? '
Give me just one second and I will show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Give me a minute and I will blow your mind full of holes, tear asunder your reality and lose you in the infinite space which is found in the ever growing tangents of this moment.
Give me this moment and I will push light into the slow lane so your mind can have enough room to carpool with truth, see reality as a series of theories and a ball of string as the very fabric of space and time.
Give me light And I will show y