Rant List (Sorta)

In No Particular Order and Inconclusive

Being blindsided by what caused
me to open up makes
me prefer a closed fist 
than a bitch slap.

With the judgment of a Christian and 
a razor sharp tongue, 
I am complimented then dismissed.

PTSD is the continual gift 
of a tepid spirit.

He told me to look at 
the positive side of things, I 
thought I was becoming a better liar.

My first experience with poetry is 
when I figured out my sibling disguised 
her hatred for me in 
her I love you(s).

Death is the closest yet still 
not an acceptable form of 
abandonment.

I’m failing 
at ignoring being ignored, 
I leave too much evidence.

The inner conflict of guilt and 
the truth riddle me 
like a trigger-happy cop 
who loves his bastard nigrah grandchild.

My home is filled with 
the color beige.  It is 
the closest thing to commitment 
I can stomach.

I would rather refuse the 
pill of elucidation than be 
left with nothing to write about.

gcb poetry

2012

The Wood Table

The Wood Table

Against the grain

Emotions are acknowledged

Prostrate

Accepted

Valid

Words are born

Fostered

Adopted

Revered

Ignored

Reborn to take their place

Against the grain

Relationships are necessary

Fed

Satisfied

Disappointing

Against the grain

gcb poetry

4/3/2012

Kip Brooks

Such a slippery slope roller coaster ride of emotion this job of being a daddy. It's awesome because your kids believe you can do anything. It's heartbreaking because your kids believed you could do anything.
                                                -Kip Brooks

Concrete Generation Photo Haiku #1

The hand I've been dealt

are nothing but Queens of Hearts

bloody and dying

               -gcb

Concrete Generation Photo Haiku #1

concretegeneration.com

Rob

He wanted to sketch without me knowing. I was staring at him! Cute-E-Pie! Check out his site!
rb-portraits.com

rbportraits.com

Tah dah! That's me!

Word War

a cloak is the deliberate covering of the secrets everyone already knows
there is too much energy being wasted in hiding-no worries
you don't have to admit anything
just pray the knowing ones will keep their mouths shut
if they refuse...
have the courage to
wage
word
war!
 

'waffles'

Tornado

It is inside the eye that is the most calm
tell me why is my mind's eye witness
to such destruction?
Skin deep missing beauty 
no one else's eye is beholding the aftermath 
of forgiveness.
It is the loneliest of actions that has no 
evacuation
plan.

Hi!

Sometimes I will write poetry. Sometimes I will write notions. How often? No clue. This is a no pressure zone.

-gcb