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I'm simply a design of God. I create what he tells me to create. Some call me a hairstylist, makeup artist, stylist, poet, designer, writer, painter... I call me B.Ross the great "I AM".

Thursday, June 16, 2011



Eager she has no patience to wait for she sees clear in the distance her prey
You timid and unsure of her approach proceed with caution unknowing of her power
Wondering if she’ll devour you or shower you with love and protection
She is barren and it’s obvious
More strength than all of us combined her walk gives life to nature & her smile creeps through the continuous shade others give her
Try and forgive her for her forwardness for she has animal like instincts
She thinks quick and clever her moves are systematic she is a recovering addict
But Lust only feeds her enough to survive, love makes her full
Her body is covered with invisible battle wounds …
She is a warrior of romance.



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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Thank you MOB WIVES for this song!!! LOL

PRESS play.

Broke.


There is something completely intriguing about depression, it is the realization that things aren't perfect, and without that there would be no window to vent, for me I would have never wrote a poem, or sang a song... never picked up a paint brush. Thank you broken heart, to you I owe all creativity.

It is what it is.... or is it?

Pain. Disappointment. BETRAYAL. anger. love. lust. ... wait

CONFUSED is the word I was looking for. I will never understand why things happened the way they did, I also will never guess how things will end up... yes confused I am, I am confused.


Is there really a reason for it all? Were the whippings I endured as a child the preparation for the abusive relationship I had as a teen? Was losing my virginity in the closet the foreshadow of my secret affairs... what does ALL things work together really mean? Is that a way of making me rationalize why my actions of today aren't so far fetched from my actions of the past... if all things work together will my weed smoking of 2011 explain my dementia of 2065 If I only did it 5 times will I still think that's the reason? Nothing really makes sense, I don't think there is a reason for everything. WHY did I have to trip today, I wasn't in a rush... wonder what lesson that will link to in the future....


I promise I initially wrote something more put together and structured, but it was 3 pages long and it really had no point at all, I apologize if this post isn't a clever poem or sassy quote, love song, or short story. Life isn't always structured.