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The Poetry of BTA



                                                             
                                                           
                                                             The Poetry of BTA

The Darkness blocks us from the Light, and the Light is only a thin barrier that separates our inner Light, from our outer Darkness.

                                               Copyright - 2015 - Strong Service Media

                                                            Brian Thomas Armstrong
                                                        strongservicemedia@gmail.com

 

True Freedom
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
I have come to set us free
Free from our apathetic lives
Free from futility
Free from the non-existent past
Free to live in the pre-written future
I have come to free us from our own minds
Free us from the lies that they told us were truths
Free us from the brainwashing’s of our youth
Free us from our self-made materialistic obstacles and absolutes
I have come to free our bodies from the chains and chaos of our Earth
I have come to free us and guide us to our true Father’s endless Light
I have come to free us from the darkness that we fight
I have come to teach us how to soar in spiritual flight
Where there is no fear
Where there is no night
Where our souls sail through Limitless light

I am the true Human Being
I have come to set you free
From the Human Animal

Cleansing Rain
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
Simple tears cleanse my soul
They gently roll from cheek to cheek
They heal my wounds of self-infliction
They turn my heart’s aggression meek
My emotions drain and re-arrange
In patterns on my face
Dark laced clouds accumulate
They send their cleansing pain
But bright new colors often follow rain

Dark Waters
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
Dark waters are rippling through society
It drips from our human blackness and pools in the public’s minds
World hysteria grows like weeds in a field
It nourishes itself on the putrid polluted waters of human nature
It hides in the depths of our greed, our envy, our insatiable want
In our unrelenting anger and animosities
It erodes away and destroys our civilization’s core until it crumbles into dust
Leaving just another ancient ruin in the middle of an overgrown jungle

Burning Down the Ghetto
The ghetto will still always burn in its unfortunate inhabitant’s minds, even if they move away!
The things they saw or the tragedies that tormented them while incarcerated physically and mentally in the roach and rat-ridden slums, dirty streets, run down shops, and vacant doorways – forever haunts even the ghosts of poverty.

Dark Angel
By Brian Thomas Armstrong
Tonight as you lay down to rest
I come to put your soul to test
If you should wake before you die
I will be the one to look you in the eye
Before I send you back
Into your true eternal home

Falling
By Brian Thomas Armstrong
The wind rushes through my hair, blowing my mind away
My thoughts drift through the air, then fall like a sunset at the end of day
I see clearly now through my mind’s eye, using the vision of my inner child
It lifts away the hazy grown-up clouds that once blocked my sight
No more fighting myself
The flight I have taken since birth finally lands with a resounding thud!
As my confusion hits the pavement after jumping from the heights of my soul

A Social Esteem Problem
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
A glance in the mirror
A shiver of shame
Every school day
It’s always the same
A dread of going back to school
Knowing the rule
Beauty is only skin deep
And that is all the other kids see
Slink down the hall
They still kick my books
Go to my locker
They snicker to each other about my looks
They never care about what it’s like to be me
They don’t “feel” or “hear” me
They only see skin deep

If I Only Knew Then
By Brian Thomas Armstrong
If I only knew then what I realize now
I would’ve known it would all work out somehow
I wouldn’t have cared what other kids said
I wouldn’t have let them into my head
I would have simply told the truth when asked – where was my dad?
And it wouldn’t have made me so embarrassed and sad
I wouldn’t have worried about whether I was straight or gay
And I certainly wouldn’t have worried about whether I was going to burn
on judgment day
I would have told myself not to worry about the future or the past
I would have told myself to live in the present
And to make good memories that were meant to last
I have so much to say to that kid of my youth
And I would jump at the chance to replace so many lies with the truth



Why we Push Away
We push people away because we are unsure of ourselves
We tell ourselves we do not trust others because trust is earned
But in reality mistrust is learned and taught to us at an early age
Don’t trust the stranger, he is out to kill you or worse
Don’t trust the government
They want to take what little you have away from you
But in reality we have nothing but mistrust to take or give
We are shells of mistrust with an empty center
Never letting anything enter us
Fearful that others will take away our precious nothingness

KNOW THYSELF
The ones who think they know you best seldom do
The ones who don't know you very well, usually think they know all about you
The one who truly knows you best, is yourself
But most people refuse to face or acknowledge the hard truths of what they know
About themselves. (BTA)


The Evil Thrones of God
By Brian Thomas Armstrong
Regrets are things you can repair
If the ones you wronged are still there
To the ones that passed you can explain
By passing on yourself to see them again
Regrets are spider webs that cloud your mind
Cruel jokes from Gods that neither care for cruel or kind
They just laugh upon their lofty thrones, and then make you explain their jokes when they call you home

If
by Brian Thomas Armstrong

If age was the mark of a wise old sage
Old men would not start wars
With a young man’s rage
If wealth was the only mark of riches
The richness of love would then be worthless
If class was the only social standing
Then there would be no valid social understanding
If fighting is the only way to freedom
Then our kingdom will never be free of war

My Inner Quandary
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
Of all the words I hate to hear
None is worse than comes to ear
Through rain and thunder
It still rings clear
Like gigantic tears that fall on
dried skin leather drumheads
Ever beating
I love you
But do you really hate me?
When we are alone
Together
Feeling whole
But somehow incomplete
Enclosed within me
In my little piece of eternity
Unspoken words, they start to march upon me
Their boots are stomping on my brain
Their incessant cadence feeds my fears
Their resounding rhythm shakes away my thinly veiled facades
Its invasion rapes what is truly dear to me
It breeds with what is slowly bleeding in me
Reopening my inner wounds
Then encasing and becoming
what now is running free
Marching ever closer to my hidden thoughts
I still refuse to speak them
I will not hear or meet their lies of truth
But it echoes anyway beneath their falling feet
I truly hate you
But do you love me?

The Twelve Disciples of Summer
By Brian Thomas Armstrong
September’s rotting beauty in falling red leaves bleeds
October brings into our minds a frosty mental freeze
As Jack O’ lanterns decay in the breeze, bringing a tease of November’s cold
November makes us think inside ourselves
And clears the way for Decembers elves
January returns our mental frost
And reminds us of past summers lost
February is like January but only drunkards really care
March is when nature rises again as we stare at April’s rain
May and June are for the young, and in July they part with a grin
Then August is just one more month before we do it all again

The Serpent Strikes
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
A snake uncoils within my mind
It strikes my reason as it unwinds
It slithers deep inside my pain
And nests itself deeper inside my brain
When sunshine rises amidst my rain
It wiggles out from under my rocks of
stepping stones, further into my psyche
Waiting there silently in order to bite
all those who are near and dear to me
Leaving more piles of bleached dry bones
hidden somewhere in my skull

The Thorns of Life
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
Thorns were cast on fertile ground
while seeds were thrown on coals
From the thorns grew evil souls
From the seeds grew fire
The flames grew into funeral pyres
as evil souls were tossed
When the purifying fire did cease
the angels they did rest
after casting seeds on fertile ground
from souls who passed the test.

The Top Ten Simple Truths of Life as We Know It
by Brian Thomas Armstrong

#1.  When governments leave their people nothing left to lose; people choose
 to lose their governments.
#2.  People who judge others refuse to understand others; people who understand other people refrain from judging them.
#3.  What we don’t know won’t hurt us; unless it is hurting us already and we just don’t know it.
#4. When things get tough; the weak pack up and leave as fast as they can.
#5. Life is merely an illusion you have created in order to punish yourself for being alive.
#6. Success is usually not a matter of earning it or deserving it; it is usually a matter of opportunity happening to those who were born into it, and usually need it the least. 
#7. Ignorance is bliss; suffering is knowledge.
#8. It is better to be dictated by your own flawed logic than someone else’s.
#9. The only thing that you need to instill into your children is forgiveness and unconditional love; it is up to them to understand why, and then learn to use it in their own lives.
#10. A fool listens to a wise man and learns nothing; a wise man listens to a fool and learns - he does not want to be the fool.


The World as we know it
By Brian Thomas Armstrong
The world as we know it
Can be black or white
It is whiter for others who can see its inner light
Darker for those who have no inner sight
It is brighter for some whether cloudy or sunny
Poorer for some who savior only its money
Glorious and divine to those who seek its true meaning
Inconsequential to those who only mine its gold
Sometimes it’s cruel and demeaning to those
Who lived long enough on it to slowly grow old
When the youth of the world
Fails to listen to the wisdom they hold
The World as we know it can be both black and white
But it is gray for those
Who are unwilling to fight for its darkness or light.




Bear Flying
by Brian Thomas Armstrong 

Bear is flying in the breeze
It looks down upon the trees
Claws paddling through the air

Brings its strength to weakness
Brings its protection when alone
Brings its power to meekness
Brings its courage to fear

Bringing its unpredictability
to the Spirits
in the Clouds
By dancing four directions in the Winds


A Young Girl Looks upon the Sea
By Brian Thomas Armstrong
A child looked out upon the dawn and wondered of her father
The mother held her tears and watched the girl stare out the window
A mast, a ship, a darkened haze floating in the horizon
But none was seen among the waves, and the child feared her father taken by Poseidon
All day she stood there gazing out and not a word she said, unspoken worries her mother shared
for she also feared her husband dead
All night again the child stayed gazing at the darkened sea, but in the new dawn still she waited
and still no relief for them had come to be
Some say the sad girl waits there still, and on darkened lonely nights
If you go to her old cabin you can see her in the window staring out upon the stormy waves
when you turn out the candle lights


Put your Eye Helmets on!
by Brian Thomas Armstrong

See what’s in front of you
The past is only faulty vision that gets worse with age
See what is around you
Apathy blinds you from everything near you
See the now you live in
Seeing only the past and future
Leeds you blindly away from the present
Put your Eye Helmets on and look inside you
Then Brace Yourself!


When Alice Fell
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
When Alice fell into the hole
She tumbled down below
She found herself, within herself
And gave herself a show
When the show was over
She awoke, and slowly headed home
With a whole new set of friends
Inside her young head
She will never again
Ever have to be alone


Apathy

Shall social inaction be the dictator of fools?
Though seldom do fools have the mental tools
That politicians quickly abuse in righteousness
When it justifies their selfish means
As the limits to freedom they impose incite our perseverance
And the present times demand our conscience
The number of their crimes commands the mind
To seek honest answers from the leaders of our kind
In taxing tribute we pay the greedy
Who contribute little to the needy
In these desperate days we search for deliverance
From those who would keep us from our own independence
For a savoir we must look among the masses
Who will become once more consciously aware and tear down all the walls of social classes

Brian Thomas Armstrong



                                                          
The End


About the Author
Brian Thomas Armstrong is a literary traveler of life, love, and the pursuit of blissfully beautiful and exotic surroundings. He is 53 years young, and Brian is currently retired after being a Commercial Construction Contractor for 20+ years. He joined the Army at 17 and was stationed in Germany during the beginning of the 1980’s. Mr. Armstrong was deployed in a military mission escorting a convoy of Nuclear Missiles to the East / West German border (“Iron Curtain”), when U.S. President Reagan was shot in an assassination attempt in 1981. His unit was not pulled back until the president was taken out of surgery and expected to live. This experience changed his life spiritually, emotionally, and intellectually forever. After a devastating heart attack in 2010 in which he had to be brought back to life three times, Brian Thomas Armstrong decided to devote the remainder of his years to his passion for writing.