November, 2007


free standing

– brianprince

where i stand. is not so firm. actually, it’s sinking sand.
constantly concerned. with my salvation. in order
to be free. i need you to pull me. then hold me. and burp me.
cuz this world hurts me. all choked up. tearing. after reading
your words about freedom. everlasting like dreaming.
tears down the back of my throat. but you’re caring.
you’re comforting. with an invitation so welcoming.
i love you. but i hate you. what would i do. without you.

never open my book? never fill the empty pages with your look?
never dream? beyond this reality. never dig deep? like i should.
i’m covered by your inspiration. i’m discovered in your passion. and
it’s confirmation to me. but it’s these feelings. you see. push.

push me.

free is where i’ll go. i’ll tell everyone. about this thing called po’.
and the pen. in my pocket. and the veins. connecting these sockets.
i’ll peel my skin. to reveal what’s within. three-two-one. blast off.
the rocket. is locked. i’m fastened in. the cock pit. talking. on beats.

as i gaze into the haze. of unknown territiory. yet, i’ve made this journey before.
the maze i debated ever taking. the path i feared ever creating. always making more.
do you know who’s lips are in that picture? do you know who ‘let go’ was made for?
i have stories for you. way more confusing than you would understand. why couldn’t
you ignore me. this place you call free. in your land. beautiful views. sight-seeing. scenery.
your voice on the phone. so innocent. so sweet. nothing like channel 5. or in your beats.
bonfires bigger than my apartment. no city water to run. your sewage is on septic. you hear
birds. i hear guns. and firetrucks. while ducks waddle into your ponds. i’m surrounded by court
houses. and shops to buy bail bonds. i’m not free yet. take me by the neck. please. squeeze hard
if you will. i’m a stubborn little boy. with an even stronger will.

what are you doing to me. i dont think you know how extreme.
i can be.
you force me to cus.
you’re forcing me to love.

have you ever
lied. cheated. or stolen.
tried. were thinking. or have known.
what rights. need to be. broken.

i do now.

i’m traveling through the mojave desert. passing through vegas. up to salt lake. and over glen canyon. into grand junction. a land i’ve never been in. breezed through denver. this freight train makes me slumber. with ease. i’m at peace. on this bumpy but smooth ride. passing covered wagons and cowboys in rawhide. nebraska. and iowa. aurora. just outside chicago. south bend. lake erie. im so close can you see me? i have to stop in rochester new york and say hi to my folks family. then in rome to write a woodstock poem. adirondack park. i cant even prenounce that part. moving on to springfield. then new hampshire. and finally the place i have to. be. go. stay. know. farthest east. i’ll ever explore. and really be happy.

i can finally say hi.
say hi to free.

hello, my name is

– brianprince

i’ve lost myself.
there’s nothing left.
it’s all gone.

hello, my name is pen.
the mellow fellow with no opinion.
that’s right. not a fight under my belt.
just scribing this jibberish. that’s in transmission
to his hand from his mind. taking direction.
from your attention. comes his affection.
never using anyone’s discretion.
jotting it all down.

i’ll leak deep in your pocket or in your purse
if you make me display curse words.

then i’ll chuckle as i remove all the ink
like a hip hop beat with guitar strings.

i can leave you dry so you’ll only be
making indentations as you write.

like your face imprinted after sleeping
on the afgan that grandma knitted.

empty like the distractions and deceptions
of your traditional grandma religion.

but treat me good and you’ll wish you
could always have me by your side.

like when you get high. and that
thought floats thru your mind.

i’ll capture it for you. so you
can document it on time.

instead of it waiting to be caught
wandering aimlessly in the sky.

hello, my name is pen.
it’s the smell of a new series beginning.
the spiritual series was just a test. a check.
and a break from this. your epilogue. my thesis.
a demonstration of how shallow spirituality can be.
ever so wishy. often so washy. the fragrance can
be captured without touching the incense of your
destruction. at least that’s what i’ve learned.

goodnight now, paper.
sincerely, your new friend.
prepare yourself for a voyage
that’s deeper than religion.
that’s deeper than dreams.
deeper than reality. po’ is
gone now. his pen is
free standing.


and raw.


in pocket.


– brianprince

i want to sing to you. i want to bring to you. things like fruit. so sweet. so nourishing. teach me. to let down my guard. learning. with open arms. open the stars. my mind needs to see. your blessings from afar. in love i trust. from above. i lust. world. fulfillment. kill dollars. and cents. spiritual guidance. observe. repentance. endure. tolerance. reserve. common sense. serve. acceptance. i need to focus. on you.

bread and grape juice

– brianprince

i take this bread. in remembrance of what you did. make my body feel like yours. take my knees to the floor. turn my hands into graceful givers. impress my heart. burn it. give it quivers. mold me like you told me to be so bluntly in the good book of life.

i drink the cup so you stream through me. fill me. to eternity. flowing. every vein seeks your presence. all my pain. all your forgiveness. remind me daily. to be a console of your glory. i love you. when everything is set. when nothing is left. my time constantly owes you. my life is constantly grateful. for you. so graceful. thank you.