As if

It was as if I was in any kind of control

As if I could tell my heart what to do

As if

It was as if my ship had a rudder

As if I know which way to go

As if

It was as if things would fall into place

As if I would some how know

As if

-b2

Dude,..... thats messed up

The cats long left the bag
The paper one you couldn't
Punch yourself out of

Dude, that's messed up

The train pulled out hours ago
From your station in life

The life you wanted

Dude, that's messed up

The shimmers in your world

The gold in your heart

Faded away, again

Dude, that's messed up

Some of the nightmares

That used to keep you up

Have come to light

Dude.

That's really messed up.

-b2

The edge of it

I stand at the edge of it
At the edge of it all
I stand in spite of it
In spite of all it all

No longer fighting it
No longer free from it
Always fleeing it
Never seeing it

When will I fall from it
What will they call it
How will it change me
What will they say

In spite of it all

-b2

heart wrinkles

how many conclusions
did we not make
the time to come to

how did we not know
what we were getting
ourselves into

why all the fuss
about this
or about that

when is the right time
to decide
where it is at

forgetting and forgiving
has never been
really that hard

it's the changing of ways
And taking it
too far

we shared the dusk
no matter what
kind of sky

my heart
tends to wrinkle
whenever you sigh

Today is a song,.....sing it out loud.

Today is a song,
sing it out loud.
Tomorrow is a dream,
aspire to inspire those who perspire.

My gift to you
may be meager,
but it doesn't change how eager
I am to share it, how true.

For what I have
to give is merely a moment.
This one. The only
one that matters, really.

Breath it in.
Let it out slow.
Enjoy if for what it really is,
all that we've got.

Today is a song,
sing it out loud.

-b2

2014 - The Year in PRE-View

Prepare to change the world.

Yes, you.



Staring contest-'GO!'

Why? Because you should always be prepared to change the world.

Yeah, it is a new year.....

But more importantly, it's A NEW DAY -

Today IS tha' Day!!

And today I have visions, revelations, I dare say PREDICTIONS......

2014 - The Year in PRE-view:

• The Rich will get RICHER
• Over the last few years I have been on a quest to wrap my head around the universal fascination with new year resolutions and new years day traditions. While many of us strive to make better financial decisions, or eat enough collard greens to choke a wil-da-beast, the real key is to realize how rich we already are.
• The Key - Spend some quiet time (un-connected) and reflect on your blessings. Do this as a daily habit and you will continue to feel, and be, richer than you ever imagined.

An example of disconnected thought (about what, I have no idea).

• The YOU Generation will make its mark.
• Individuals will make more of a difference in 2014 than any government, business, or non-profit. Individuals that will step up and look beyond their own circumstances reaching out to add value to other people's lives.
• The Key - Realize that you don't (necessarily) need to be a missionary in a far off land to be a blessing. Listen to those around you, step a few blocks off of main street, turn off you media device and give of your most valuable resource - YOUR TIME.

                                               Make a friend, be a friend, lend a hand.

• YOU will read something that will make you think.
• Done.
• The Key - sign up for email updates from b2 publishing. This way you will continue to think outside the bubble, and most importantly - the # of followers of this blog will grow enough that publishers will have no choice but to flood the market with my material (and allow you to tell people you were reading this before it was cool).

                                                   Read the classics - Cracked, Mad, UTG

• Coffee will come back home.
• The heyday of paying FourBucks for a cup of joe has passed and home-brew will have a whole new meaning.
• The Key - whether you consume java or not, have a fancy one-cup-at-a-time-gourmet-machine, or love thick sludge from a Mr. Hoppee - bring caffeine back to where it belongs - to a ceramic mug on your back porch.

                                                        If you must have coffee out, go local.

• b2 will run for office
• Okay, let's be real. The pontificator at large hasn't run anywhere since peanut butter went on sale at Wally-World. But 'walking' for office will become the phrase that pays and a grass-roots campaign will cause one letter and one number to be written in on ballots all over the world
• The Key - pull out your 'Pedro for President' t-shirts and 'I like Ike' buttons and do a little sharpie-update so that 'dream big, act swiftly....' becomes the mantra of a generation.

                                                            If elected I vow to shave at least quarterly.

• Patience will become cool again.
• Based on the amount of you that read this far, the virtue of days gone by is obviously making a come back.
• The Keys -
• Turn off your email alerts
• Put your mobile device on stun
• Listen more than you talk
• Put at least three car lengths between you and the Tuesday driver in the car in front of you
• Tip a server based on their merits, NOT on how long it takes the cook to kill your well-done tee-bone.

                                        The sun will come up tomorrow, do your best to be here for it.

• We ALL will 'dream big(ger), (and) act swiftly(ier).....' - b2
• I am, after all an optimist.
• The Key- kick it in one time!

And there it was..

And there it was,
And here I am.
It all looked familiar.
Yet nothing sinked in.

 

I know where I am,
Everyone knows where I'm headed.
But the guide post are vague,
The atmosphere doesn't seem quite right.

 

They told me there was a curve involved,
I'm second guessing whether there is a learning to be had.

Friendly familiar voices derive from diverse directions.
Many of them offer contextual advice.

 

Nefariousness runs rampant as complications collide.
Tickled by the randomness of serendipity I press on to reap the unsewn.

Few will follow, many will lead.
Diverse beginnings allow the birth of unseen horizons.

 

Enjoy the ride my fellow fun seekers.......it about to get quite interesting.

 

-b2

repetitive analysis

 she once said that what I was doing
was 'just like meditation, only more painful'

same source, different day;
poetry can be similar to journaling, only more wistful.

a grain of salt could come in handy,
but a smart remark would be more helpful.

often it is the implied reverberation
that sends a conversation over the edge.

as figured fears work their way into our psyche.
so do our commitments often become the wedge.

While a chipping hammer was at one time adequate,
today I am reaching for the sledge.

passion scatters amongst the dust,
shedding darkness one cold layer at a time.


-b2

'dream big, act swiftly....'

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tha' way

once being taught THE way
seldom shown a path

moving the needle
scratching but the surface

feedback is optional
adherence will be measured

peripheral musings wield heavy consequences

sharing time over java
beats milking clocks under pressure

rhythmic priorities find placement
sliding rules mute compliance

honest delirium creeps
wickedly into view

pen-'person'-ship says it all
but gets nothing done

-b2

'dream big, act swiftly....'

do the right thing HERE#

do you social thingy, HERE

chaotic whimsey, unhinged

count the red flags that dot an ever ending field of scattered pathways.

adherence to muted principles leads one to reconsider the source of all social gluten.

infused with creative drippings that motivate muscle, positive harmonic imbalances,

and simulated creative leakages in patterns I could only wish to articulate.

desiring only to share enough to get others thinking, talking, taking action,

questioning, and impulsively digesting their own chaotic whimsy.

-b2

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-b2 'dream big, act swiftly....'


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AFTER THE GUN - III

'the anatomy of a toothache’

By

b2

SMASHWORDS EDITION

PUBLISHED BY:

Bryan Byrd on Smashwords

After the Gun

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Thank you for purchasing this e-book. Although you had the ability to set the price, it remains

the copyrighted property of the author and may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed for

any commercial or non-commercial use without permission from the author. Quotes used in

reviews are the exception. No alteration of content is allowed. If you enjoyed this book, then

encourage your friends to purchase their own copy. They can afford it.

Your support and respect for the property of this author is appreciated.

This is a work of creative non-fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and

incidents are most likely convenient hallucinations, but also could very well be the products of

the author’s warped imagination. In either case, all information is used in a fictitious manner and

not intended to replace history books, encyclopedias, or one’s individual responsibility to use

their head for more than a hat rack. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual

events could be coincidental, but I doubt it.

**The thoughts, words, and ideas contained in this work have not been homogenized for the

masses. While it is not my intention to be labeled as a writer of ‘Adult Content’, nor do I feel that

anything you are about to read is harmful or profane. However, I do come from a long line of

sailors. The bottom line / bottom line is that if your children are required to use the word bottom

when referring to their backside (as is mandated in my house) then you may want to consider

reading your child a Dr. Seuss book and putting them to bed prior to scrolling to the next page**

This serial anthology gets its root from a sister series, ‘Under the Gun’ which originally appeared

on the blog b2publishing. Both ‘UTG’ and ‘ATG’ are extreme forms of experimental literature

where the content is published immediately after creation. One quick run of spell check is the

only thing between the pontificator’s thoughts and the reader’s mind. There is little editing,

absolutely no safety net, and no lawyers have been harmed in the process (to date). You are

about to read the next installment of ‘ATG’ which will surely spur you to become a follower of

b2, or the member of a support group.

 

 

After the Gun

 

 

 

 

Episode 3

‘the anatomy of a toothache’

‘Look on yonder misty mountain. See the young monk meditating rhododendron forest’

– Donovan Phillips Leitch

Psychosis has its advantages. ‘Normal’ people often go to extreme lengths in order to

 

escape reality, enjoy sublime rushes of adrenaline, and fall into excitement riddled stupors

of mad joy. I get to do it all the time. Drug free.

I stopped taking my prescription weeks ago. Not sure why. Part of me just wanted to

know what I was running from. Sometimes numbing the pain just makes us more numb to

the reality we so deeply crave. ‘Pain is just a feeling’, he always told me. My experience has

been that the absence of pain does not necessarily equate to joy. Rather, feeling sun on a

cheek, even as it slowly radiates the skin; hearing another’s voice, that is incessantly

screaming profanities into your tear strewn face; knowing that all you are hearing is lies,

when all you ever wanted was to show that you care; all of these are overdue, over-rated,

and often replicated.

Things are going to be different this time. I have a plan. My resolve is solid, my

determination strong. I see the path before me, now I just have to make that first step. Make

the plan, work the plan. Make the plan, work the plan. Make the plan, see something shiny,

divert the plant, regret changing the plan, beat myself up and lose sleep because of the plan,

start working the plan again. Make the plan, work the plan. Make the plan, work the

 

plan…………….

(you have just been exposed to a heaping helping of the serial anthology known as ‘After the

Gun’. Do not be alarmed if you feel different after reading this. It is not necessarily the words,

but more that passage of time that inspires us to change, as well as causing extremely long hairs

to begin growing out of our ears. – b2)

I TRULY APPRECIATE YOU MAKING THE TIME TO READ MY WORK. PLEASE TAKE A

MOMENT TO LEAVE A COMMENT AT THE SITE FROM WHICH YOU DOWNLOADED IT.

THIS EPISODE IS CHEEP; SO WHILE YOU MAY HAVE CHOSEN TO THROW ME A FEW

BUCKS, FEEDBACK IS PRICELESS!

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(‘dream big, act swiftly…’ – b2)

 

 

The Process......

Join me now as the process begins its journey towards the penultimate destination.
Now would be a good time to bury all misconceptions you my still be harboring and get down to making the magic happen.
Don't kid yourself into thinking that showing signs of fear and self doubt will be tolerated at any level.
Feel free to amortize emotions using a sliding scale, denote any subordinate variances on the exit survey found in the arm rest storage compartment.
Morphemic images continue to cloud judgments while inconveniences rule the airwaves.
Conflicting transparencies fall flat to the floor with passion often reserved for collegiate humor.

-b2

'dream big, act swiftly....'

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endorphine envy

Life has inadvertently become more complicated than I had intended. 

My mind is constantly awash with anguish and strife rarely pausing to rest or enjoy folly.

Racing from one worry to the next, solving none, stressing on many.

Constant butterflies irritate the stomach and fibrillate the heart.

Shivering cold dominates every waking hour creating an atmosphere of dread and loathing.

Persistent procrastination becomes a safety net with the hopes that logic, motivation, and passionate drive will allow me to overcome this emotional beast that has become my daily state.

I jones for adrenaline and constantly fight the dizzying pains of dopamine withdrawals.

Ideas flood the mind and send a steady flow of drowning doubt that easily overcomes my muse.

In a sea of darkness a tiny light fights to pierce the gloom.

As it slowly grows my newly found anticipation works to follow suit.

When IT arrives, I arrive and am awash in the warmth of pending redemption.

I have finally found the mysterious key, or rather is it the one that has finally found me?

Suddenly I am graced with what seemed impossible only moments before.

My errant thoughts begin to scatter and my mind becomes clear and sharp.

It is then that I realize the true beauty of the light, its motive, and its source.

Cold salty sweat rolls down my cheek, into my lips, and awakens my senses.

For now I am aware, now I can feel, and now I can share the origin of my salvation..............

HOPE.


-b2

the meaning of strife.....

I embarked on a journey that took me far from my home.
Many moons I was away in search of a noble path.
Climbing rock and crossing treacherous river beds,
I continued on with blistered feet and bleeding hands.

Nothing could stop me from reaching my goal.
No one could reach me as I plodded onward into the abyss.
Days passed and my mind was lost in constant hallucinations.
Finally the destination that had called me came into view.

Just beyond a gnarly aging tree older than time,
In a dark cave lit only by the whites of my bulging eyes.
Deep in a corner sat the wisest of the wise,
Mentor, muse, guru, and saint all wrapped up into one.
Slowly his dark squinty eyes peered at me below
The ragged brim of his filthy rotting sampan.
His right cheek winced several times as he
Struggled painfully to speak his ancient truth.

I knelt before him, more to hear his faint whisper,
Than out of some pathetic attempt at respect.
He stamped his foot twice on the dusty cave floor.
Then breathed into my ear the words I was born to hear...............


"sauerkraut is your destiny......."



-b2

Another set back for the Occupy Movement......

So much for my idea of an "Occupy Mickey-D's Movement"........