 Rainstorm
A billion drops of liquids Tap dancing on the pavement Flowing towards the gutter lanes And washing away the worlds pain Some clouds are darker than others Some bigger than most The sun is undercover Just sailing galactic boats Little humans playing in their rain boots Little animals biting at the sky Flowers and cultivation Trying to breath, just to get dry Fireplaces are burning fiercely Hot chocolate on the stove Big humans cuddle up Expressing their love, forever grown. Some voices voice their disgust All wet from the day Others speak happiness of the sky's beautiful shade of grey The storm is getting lighter The days a bit brighter Higher in a joyful stable Ceased rain has left a rainbow Brooke Jean (C) 2012
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 R.I.P. Daddy Pooh 4/19/12
Grandfather wasn’t your preference From the gray hairs struggling to reach its black roots Age couldn’t define your eternal youth You are my Daddy pooh That was your preference You weren’t the most perfect man in the world But is there even such a thing as perfection? Providing unlimited love with every kiss on my cheek Fulfilling deeds unnecessarily this is the man I will never forget Cooking to satisfy appetites where nourishment was overdue The epitome of jazz Musician at heart You gave me my first organ player That I played faithfully until mental exhaustion overcame me Standing over my shoulders Showing me the ropes Tying knots at points of contact so I wouldn’t get lost Now I’m swimming in unanswered questions Drowning at the thoughts of your critical condition You can’t leave this district of hearts that need your beat Your drums have moved me Forever pounding through me You introduced my soul Broaden my horizons before I could even comprehend the value of your wealth Easily dealt I can’t forget those nights bowling Casino after casino living a Nevada lifestyle Cigarette breaks were your frequency I always hated to see anyone smoke But I always loved to make you smile Many road trips to see your face Your presence I’d feel all over me Even if you were in the furthest room Creaking wood cracks couldn’t silence your footsteps Now you lay to rest from all that walking into joyous hearts God said you needed a break Your purpose was fulfilled Blood running through fields of everlasting family generations Passing on family greatness Passion mixed with conversation That’s how we will remember your language Daddy pooh I ask God to protect you like my other grandmother and Papa That you all dance in white gowns pain free living wholeheartedly Arched backs posture gracing every corner of heavens holy palace. Make sure you watch down on us Help me to make the right decisions before I get left with knife incisions I’m happy for you. As long as you’re happy for eternity Daddy pooh. I love you. We love you. Forever. Amen. Brooke Jean (C) 2012  Your Road to Destiny
Look at the world like no other has perceived. Take the apple of your eye Set the focus on a horizon Where the climax is beneficial to your elevation. Sometimes it is hard to grow Without the proper nutrition But if you nourish your ambition The outcome can be so real It seems fictitious. Do not think a blessing cannot bless your atmosphere If you live in fear then you are fearing the unknown That possibility can possibly be serenity Giving you ultimate energy That is just right to comfort your soul. If you push away though How would you ever know? The progress can be quite painful Bringing stress and anger Mixed with doubt seeping from your pore's Do not reek defeat When the battle has yet to begin Regain your composure Retain your pungent odor Transform to refreshing And recycle what you're investing You are meant to make an impact A purpose no one else can influence Your whole being was uniquely created for greatness. Gigantic or small in stature You will never know your pasture If you resist the irrigation your destiny is after So please... Grow and sow your bountiful fruits to this Earth There is someone out there that needs you Someone who's path needs your direction Just do not test it Let the nature of its grace be unexpected Live like you already know your essence It will come to you when the time is essential Yet until then... Continue to explore your whole potential. 
Survive
Islands of beauty Yet alone on two feet No destination This journey is vital to inner growth Thrown in survival mode How will I survive? Blueprints all around hinting towards the way What others have done for themselves can’t keep me sane No outline determining who makes the cut Pure hunger burns inside me How will I eat? Back home there are people waiting for my victory Some plotting on my death Voodoo their weapon of choice How will I rise? I listen… Closed eyes embracing the oceans voices Natures sound signaling my heart Its up to me To survive Brooke Jean (C) 2012 Industry Cafe and Jazz Natural High 6039 Washington blvd Culver City, Ca 90232 
I’d like to welcome you to the four walls of my intellectual property. My conscious breathes from the opportunity of saving a soul and reinventing the rules of the game. It begins with a footstep developing into an imprint ultimately becoming a fossil of your past. There are game players and game changers whichever defines you depends on your actions. If you’re not blessing your aspirations among other beings then the preservation of your perceptions will die slowly. Humble yourself and rearrange the path you walk. Life can be taken at any moment so use your time wisely.
The soul saver of the week: “Overcome your failures by understanding your mistakes. Evolve from the lesson you have just been taught. Grow.” -Brooke Jean What is a soul saver? A soul saver is a weekly dash of inspiration provided to nourish your conscious. It is vital that you incorporate some form of daily/weekly motivation to uplift the progression of your growing spirit. I can only hope to thoroughly fulfill your nourishment. Brooke Jean (C) 2012 Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Theatre 681 Venice Blvd Venice, Ca 90291  |
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