It’s simple: expression.

I have successfully, and positively (or negatively?) been convinced to create a blog. I’ll tell you what I do not intend on doing within this process. I do not intend on giving anyone, especially myself, a day-by-day account on my life. I do not intend on trying to sound smarter, more sophisticated, more popular, or more ingenious than those of the world wide web (I give you credit). The only thing I really do intend on accomplishing is my own expression within and throughout the things I have written. That’s really it. It’s basically all lyrical. If you want to tell me what you think, you can. In fact, I encourage it! But, nonetheless, it is what it is. So, I’ll be fine either way.

Whatever the case, thanks for reading.

-Brett

From now on I will provide two pieces I have written in each post. One from the archives, and another written recently.

1a.) From the Archives:

…When it’s Awwthentic… (written 2004-ish)

Slow down, and let me drown

you with the thoughts on how

we were supposed to feel this doubt.

Slow down, and let the thoughts in your head

match the things you said

when you fell down.

We’ve got it, it’s all in the plan…

and if we can’t make it, who can say they can?

I’m cutting corners, creating compromise

to make it warmer, to find you safe inside.

The prize is so far, but so easy to obtain

and the prize is easy when you both feel the same way.

You’ll spend all day breaking us down

to, then get home, and admit I’m around.

I promise you I don’t intend to be walking out,

walking out… walking out on our love tonight.

And, believe it or not, I just want you to believe.

Because, beauty does not equal impurity,

and with love there’s always clarity.

You may mean the world to me,

but, to you and me, the world is mean.

Because, in the calm before the storm, he’s calmly stormed in before.

I know we’ve sat and watched the time go by.

Well, time is short, and the revolution’s gotta revolute tonight.

1b.) A recent song regarding the infamous Sue S. Side:

November 18, 2008

She’s a rope hanging ten feet in the trees

and I’m the note, wrote with eyes pressed in the knees.

We’ll keep watching, waiting for those better days…

to come along.

He’s the joke that tore the insides to the bone

and I’m the choke. The disease that never left alone…

Just go outside, press that iron in your side.

Let the politicians lie, and let the soul be ALIVE!

We’ll keep watching, waiting for those better days…

to come along.

It’s a crazy saying that you’ll feel no pain.

But hate is just the love that you don’t claim.

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