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Poetic Monday - The Vision

5/28/2012

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The Vision


I strolled through dark shadows to begin at dead ends
Evidence of my fingerprints aligning black light walls
Co-signing sky high flaws
I'm reminded I'm blessed to see the light guiding me


Collaborative forces a power beyond my recognition
I cut deep incisions to leave my mark on this journey
If ever I'm lost I can backpack the backtracks of where I need to be
I no longer need eyes. I don't need to see.


The Vision


I am the Vision


I've come to terms with my earth's purpose
Let my soul control the mold of this fossil surface
Making history while taking rookie steps
Crossing over from job holder to career taker
The road has almost met...


Long hallways. peeling wallpaper
flickering lights, torn carpeting


but


I continue to walk blind-sighted
Faith guiding my guidance, ultimately.


Distances increases with every step
more lessons learned
experience the profound professor
professing my precious pressure is the fuel keeping me alive


The goal to survive and rise.


I've reached the end
the light surrounding me in bear hug arms
open the doorknob & much to my surprise
this ending begins at the start of a new beginning


The vision never dies...


Brooke Jean (C) 2012

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Poetic Monday - rEVOLution

5/21/2012

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rEVOLution

Evolve into the change I wish to see in the world.

Verify my rights by being the verifiers intuition.

Open my heart to second chances.

Lead my soul to a brighter tomorrow, living in today's tribulations.

EVOL

Laugh when times pressure me to tears.

Observe my independence among my peers.

Voice the great endeavors ahead of me.

Exist by my actions watching my moves start existing.

LOVE

I wake up to taste the reward of my hard work. Working to keep a smile on my mothers beautiful face. I spread inspiration unconsciously because I'm living through my beliefs. I cherish breathtaking views of landscapes while they encourage my critics of life's precious moments. See the rEVOLution isn't necessarily political or rebellious acts of nature. It's the defining moments that define me. Deep impacts or small brushes of introduction every action actively  portrays me. Reflections reflect where I stand in time, while shadows show my past.


Sunrise to dark lights everyday I'm alive I am thankful.
You give me hope to pursue my dreams.
You give me support to make a difference.
You give me faith that words do not go unheard.

rEVOLution

Brooke Jean (C) 2012


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Album review of my EP "A Poets Intuition" 

5/19/2012

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Check out the album review of Brooke Jean's EP "A Poets Intuition"   

by DJ Daz-One from "Drop the R" in Boston, MA.



 Click the link below:
A Poets Intuition Review
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Poetic Monday - The Struggle

5/14/2012

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"The Struggle"

Media blinding my eyesight from seeing the real me.
Constantly reminding my definition of beauty will never win a Grammy or headline as breaking news.
Suffocating my space with advertisements to lose weight.

I am surprised I haven't taken drastic measures to minimize my size to please their pleasure.

It's a seed of self hate planted in my brain unconsciously I fight it off with honesty but honestly it's so cancerous I pray it doesn't take over my soul.
Truth be told I would love to be the 24/7 make-up doll every man falls on his knees for satisfying her every need.
What good would I be if I wore a mask pretending I loved walking around painted with deceit?

My role models are celebrities not historians because the world would rather breed me to idolize another human being manipulated for me to be just like her...

The domestic violence bad girl a singing superstar publicly crying for help,
drugs and the spotlight has stolen her wealth.
The cocaine skinny actress that is seconds away from overdosing her roles 6 feet deep.
The pretty whore who sleeps around for millions mistaking love for money gained at any cost.

Why should I feel lost and unworthy of special treatment because my funds won't allow me spontaneous vacations, my clothes not outrageous enough for Paris fashion pages.
My hair not down to my behind in diva hairstyles everytime you see me.

Why do I not want to be me?
It's the struggle.

Mini me's plotting to escape from inside me,
anxious to sketch out my crime scene and write the obituary to finalize me.
Somehow I manage to crawl through the barbed wire bleeding flesh and arms tired, at least I still have my dignity. When times change and I begin to be a household name I would hope the spotlight doesn't memorize me.
If you see my eyes glazed and ways start to change, I give you permission to crucify me.

I would rather die than live a lie free.

Brooke Jean (C) 2012


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OneMic OneVoice Interview

5/9/2012

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May 8, 2012

OneMic OneVoice invited Brooke Jean to be the featured poet for a in studio performance and interview. Check out the live video stream by clicking the interview button below.
OneMic OneVoice Interview
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Poetic Monday - There Was a Man

5/7/2012

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There Was a Man

There was a man who loved too hard
He indulged himself with kindness
Embraced a woman's anatomy
Took time to mind her mental capacity
Listened to every crying situation
Gave a tissue when she felt she couldn't make it
And advice when her visions were missing eye sight
He thought to himself
What woman would not want a man who treasured her wealth?
I give more than I have
I fight harder than I should
I try much more than I usually would
Women don't want to be protected
If they did
I should be happily married with kids
Instead I'm alone
Lonely with abundance of female friends
Who appreciate my caring sense
But my presence is not presently appreciated
Romance for me is not in question
They love me for me
So i guess there is no more love left for my heart's desire
A woman I can constantly stand by her side
Cater to her pride
Just fulfilling her body cravings
Supplying her emotions with wrapping papers
Giving the gift of love
Because I can love for eternity
So where is my woman to love me internally?
Or will I always be the passionate friend
Who heart is never tended to
Plays the part of the best male friend she ever knew.
There was a man who loved too hard
He indulged himself with kindness
Embraced a woman's anatomy
Took time to mind her mental capacity
Listened to every crying situation
Gave a tissue when she felt she could not make it.
This man lays with patience...
Praying for a wife all his life
So cursed is the man who pours out his soul
Solely to make a woman's world completely whole
Will he ever know...?

Brooke Jean (C) 2012
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Tenth poetry performance - Open Mic Tour

5/6/2012

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Freedom of Speech Thursdays
5625 Hollywood Boulevard 
Los Angeles, CA 90028 
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Ninth poetry performance - Open Mic Tour

5/6/2012

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Bliss 525
525 East Broadway
Long Beach, CA 
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