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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 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   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:  "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   May 8, 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 Freedom of Speech Thursdays 5625 Hollywood Boulevard Los Angeles, CA 90028 
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