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.

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                                                            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.

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