Silent thoughts

There's a tug of war in my mind over ethics and morals-

Deep enough to spoil

the very values i was spoon-fed,

misled with good intentions.

Don't know what to do but i think i need an intervention;

because to be inside my mind is like a labyrinth,

trying to figure out if what you see is real or just a myth

and everywhere you turn is like one big contradiction

with every piece to the puzzle missin'.

And only to me does this all make sense,

storing neatly the disorganized mess in my head.

Completely doubting all that i've every known,

even questioning things i was told to just leave alone-

With the thin line of sanity & insanity quickly vanishing;

reading peoples minds and letting it get the best of me..

will i ever overcome this, or will i let it be the death of me?


-Barbodi

Quantum Love

I was given a quantum of you/Just a fraction of what she knew.

I loved you from afar, but with every bit of my soul/And though i made you think otherwise, on my heart it took its toll.

I wanted to physically study the matter and motion of you/ and then scientifically study your mind just to feel that much closer to you

With me in tow, not one battle would you have to fight alone/and with me intact would you feel that my love for you had to be prone

Now so much time has passed, and im confused because i thought by now nature would have took its course/And it did, but not with me..so i guess thats why in my heart is where it hurts


-Barbodi

Untitled..

As They both lay sleep/She casts her head to his chest to feel his heart beat

Dont know what shes looking for, shes just wants feel close/like freebase to a fiend, she just needs another dose

She says, "up my dosage like you do when you speak"/.."makin' me strong, yet still my body weak"

He said, "Dusk aint beautiful without the sun's hue"/"And just like the moon anit shit without the sun, baby i aint shit without you"

Now they got somethin' special, its an artistry in sync/More than just adulation, its a love affair on the brink

-Barbodi

Bitter-sweet

She had a taste of whats real, so she aint never goin' back/More than a super drug and more addicting than crack.

She knew it was right, the way his words made her feel/He asked with his eyes more than his lips, Promising that every bit of him was real.

Strengthening her thoughts with the opposite of his/Hours of intimate conversations. She thought, "damn..this has to be what love is"

But as the two grew deeper, her worst fears started to manifest/more than an emotional pain, she started to feel it in her chest

The worst she ever felt, called it the EMP of regret/it was what she always dreaded, something she wish she never met

But somewhere along the line she found the beauty in it all/first cryin', now laughin', and stairin' at the world from a wall

Her escape for life could be found in her blunt ashes/ or maybe in the tears rollin' off her eye lashes

So as fast as her hope died, at the same speed she gained knowledge/some think its sad, but bitter-sweet is what she calls it

-Barbodi

Banksy in Bethlehem

What the world needs to see. One of the tightest artist yet... Banksy.

Beauty.

Beauty to me, is the complexity of something simple in appearence. Its the attractiveness of something true in its deepest form.


And God made me beautiful in every way.

-Barbodi

DREAMER

Trillions of tiny warm pieces of coral, rock, and sea bones run smoothly through the hands and feet of one female being, which sits upon the shoreline watching the way the tide and waves change..watching the almost reddish-orange sun set. The very same sun that she, is in a way, mesmerized by. Mesmerized in such a way it causes her mind to open up, like a whales mouth when it's ready to satisfy it's hunger, looking almost as if its about to swallow the whole ocean itself. With her brain burst asunder by the wonder of God's creation, she starts to think..thinking as she never did before, and putting thought into things that has never even crossed her mind. As hours pass, which seem like seconds, thoughts are no longer the only thing that surround her mind, but is now accompanied by a Dream..a dream which is as sweet as the very breeze that swifts across the ocean tops and embraces the most exotic extracts from the fruits and flowers around her. A dream that cannot be expressed with words, but more rather jesters, thoughts, and actions..acts of love and uncontrollable feelings of desire and emotion. Though in the deepest urge of reaching this dream, one never truly realizes how much pain, heartache, and sarrow one must endure to accomplish this ultimate beauty. The understanding of this so called "pain" or "love-sick criteria" is, for some, too overwhelming for them to comprehend at this point..and so we, me, you, or whomever simply just give up. So truly the strongest really do survive..And so now, as the day becomes night, the sunset fades, and the oceans calm..that young female being heads back to another place of paradise, where she will lay her thoughts, dreams, and concerns on a pillow. Yet as sure as the moon is forever, so was once a dreamer who is now the dream.

-Barbodi