Re-Cursive

Everyday I think and feel in 30 million directions at once,
after my dreams give rise to the sun
i ask a new day of life..."what ima do with this one?"

then every morning I begin 30 million processions
dispersing the life force of the devil's agressions;
constantly reaffirming my own soul's progression
reconfiguring for new issues I'm addressing,
behind a battery of smiles.

I situate my self's defenses,
destroy, and rebuild them, fighting life's depressions.
exerting so much confidence in my "swag..."
my indomitable spirit, so precious,
so necess-
-ary
it be there to be wary, cautionary of the threats to my threshold crossing...
...give me a reason to keep my chest all throbbing.

Because I lose my hands when i reach for my dreams,
the heavens cross me,
or maybe my timings just bad,
either way it always cost me.

There's been too many times when optimism done lost me,
dream killers hold me back,
I'm reverting to lost B...

or just Brandon...
now THAT dude, long time no see,
I was kinda hoping Bakes and B all but murdered the old me.
...

(continued, so this is to be...my resolve is still hard, I can't let nothing fold me...)


©Brandon Baker, 2010