It's Just Not About That

It's not about what you, he, she, me, might think. Its not about the name you carry on a piece of lifeless cloth. It's not about the mistakes never told, or its not about the lessons you'll never learn because it's not about that. It's not about the importance of non-important objects who you know nothing about.

It's not about not knowing tomorrow, it's about the common knowledge uncommonly used. Its not about her or if she likes her, him, or her and him.

It's not about the depths of shallow waters of black and blue seas never seen. It's not about what you cant do, it's about what you can. It's not about who you dont know, but it's about who you do know. It's not about where you are, it's not about who your with or who you hate, or who you love. It's about love, its about joy and choices and its about things we cant explain, and the things we experience in a world in which we are all alone.

It's about moments that capture other moments which may or may not last forever. It's about life, it's about a place deep down that only we know. Its about you, its about your life, your contributions and destuctions. Its about your love for life. its about life in and out or unrealistc realities.

It's about your love for life. It's not about nothing else, because it's just not about that.

Purposely Loveless

Love without fear of past complications of bad situations. Love without fear as if the fear you possess triggers your only reason not to love right. Loving wrong. How do you love wrong?

Whose love is ever right?

Unprepared to fall backwards in an unreliable reality of what is or what it could be. Too proud to love the right way so we purposefully don't love at all. Shying away from real when we claim to be the realest, yet we don't know how to love, the realest of all emotions.

Stagnated by sexual rush, nothing but meaningless nuts, busts.

Love buried under layers of stiff, waterless tears. Draped under our eyelids, surpassing realistic pleasures of real love. Love that appears at our worst, yet at our best moments. Love that tickles your heart  without words, without a simple touch.

A love where lust is just a game of four play and not all that we have as a reason to be. Love, a deep source of momentarily everlasting beats of promised futures of visionary visions of what it could be if we just let it be.

Broken Pride

Of course I'm writing about the same things. The things I wake up to in the middle of the night with questions and answers I already know the truths to.

Demanding positions I take, reaching no specific place, just reaching into a sky that I will never be able to physically touch.

This thing killing me internally, controls the thoughts which hide my eyes behind tears of lost pride. I confide my pride in my 2 step walk of  broken strides.

Behind waves of tides, I will never ride. Behind a tried attempt to redeem my reasons as to why I cant make it go away. Consume all their pain.

-Bri Lopez

Minds Think Alike

If we could only understand our minds. How it functions, drives us insane, killing ourselves over the things we cannot change about ourselves, about the world, about GOD. A GOD we're hoping in, praying for, whitout that being considered a sin. How could what we live be life?
How in the hell could this be all that you have to offer, while we're loving everything you have given us to see. Yet why give us eyes if all we see is death, alive or dead.

Musical Proof

Zoned by melodic tones of various sounds of captivating essence. An essence of Ecstasy by non surprising pleasure. Nods of agreement render to the  pauses of the beat without force.
The BEAUTY OF MUSIC is as essential as we are to the world. As music rejoices all but some, it reveals us as a race, as a people with possible connections of peace, with or without  understanding the words of controversy. Created, put together, mastered as such. With or without words the sound entices what nothing else can, even with triumph through intoxication, music is the only emotional high experienced by race, color and languages of differentiation. A differentiation that never distinguishes.


The ears show no mercy. A connection unwilling by unexplainable beginnings with approved endings. No real proof of why, yet the proof resides in our actions and need to be fed by the never ending phase of the perfect creation, un- denyingly MUSIC.


The sound is inhaled by those who understand its meaning, excluding purpose.


The Power of Music.


The emotional connection between 2 in 2 different places, 2 different races.


Music is Peace.  




This piece was influenced by Wiz Khalifa's "Up."

Confidence

Hard confessing of my uperfections that I hide so deeply behind a luminous smile.
        Constant drawbacks and lack of full potential, encourages my hidden confidence of weak porportions.

Unporportioned talent that creates joy for them, but creates a million blank stares from me.
         A confession of pure normalcy.

The confession that has ceased greatness in all of us.Some are naturally able to uphold this power and the rest have to fight mental battles and uphold  its presence, given that it is needed in order to succeed beyond all means.

Confidence is Key.

Mild Inspiration

Precious beyond physical acknowledgement.
          Hidden actions behind those eyes are only what you continue to let them be.
               Any man, woman could vouch of secrets so deep the words are to hurt to be spoken.


Although you can never take it back. Its inevitable you let it dim your light.
         Appreciate the breaths you take as if they are presented to you as gifts.
               This thing that haunts your mind is and can be permanently painful if you let it.

Its OKAY.

Never let the touched go untouched by care and understanding. You think no one is like you, yet
              there are more then you could ever imagine. Un-grasp that fearful past and embrace what you are

ALIVE.