Find Your Mountaintop

By b 2

You shouldn't need a degree in esoteric literature in order to read, or enjoy, poetry. And you certainly won't need one to enjoy my musings.
The only thing you need in order to participate (yes, this is a partnership) is a few seconds, some imagination, and a willingness to challenge the status quo.–b2

find YOUR mountaintop

Climb to the highest peak,
Push yourself beyond known limits.
Find your mountain-top,
Explore the possibilities...........

• Language: English
• Publisher: b 2
• Release date: Apr 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311566409

b 2

"I don't make things happen so that I can write about them. But I do make things happen,....and I do write about them." - b2

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Find Your Mountaintop

‘uncommon poetry for everyday folks’

By

The pontificator at large, b2

Find Your Mountaintop

Copyright © 2013 b2 publishing

TABLE OF CONTENTS

(not so) Still in the Valley

Dreading Dawn

Reflections on a breakdown

repetitive analysis

Post This

3 Majuscules

fit to be tie-dyed

early orison

Chaotic Whimsy,..unhinged

Perception is NOT reality......really, it’s not.

malady for my malaise

The Over/Under

a dazzling spectacle of searing white heat

Approaching the Base

Hang on,....and then hang on some more

For the love of radiation

Shades of clay

The Wedge

The real question(s)

The mentor

right now

self-medicated reassurance

adoption of perspectives

Missing hillside farm

The process

tha’way

On the Ascent

On the cusp of a bad idea

Life lesson #153 - unabridged enthusiasm

Lessons from the darkside

Ode to Juan Valdez

New day yawning

Bill of Goods

Thoughts I outa’ had sooner

It’s all here, everything you need

...a bag of chips

(virtual) reams

upsetting the apple cart

Peaking

find YOUR mountaintop

St. John in the Wilderness

Potentiality of power struggles and potent potentates

And there it was

say what?!!

Exact Change Only

Gracious gratuity

the quandary

The Answer to all the questions you are hesitating to ask

I Married Up,…definitely

I find, I have found

Pigment of my imagination

Ding-Ding.

Forward

You shouldn't need a degree in esoteric literature in order to read, or enjoy, poetry. And you certainly won't need one to enjoy my musings.

The only thing you need in order to participate (yes, this is a partnership) is a few seconds, some imagination, and a willingness to challenge the status quo.–b2

Dedication

To Jeremy, who ghost wrote my first poem, ‘Trees’:

Trees are nice,

Trees are beautiful.

You can make a chair

Out of a tree.

-JM

Acknowledgements

All photography is by Bryan Byrd.

All poems are original and written by Bryan Byrd, except Trees ghost written by Jeremy Mauldin.

All poems are original and copyright 2013 by Bryan Byrd, except Trees, which is (C) 1986 by Jeremy Mauldin.

(not so) Still in the Valley

Dreading Dawn

I used to dread the dawn, songbirds mocking my futile attempts at restful slumber.

Screaming their morning serenades of death into my bleeding ears.

Red beams of brightness burning through my eyelids bringing my tears to a boil.

My cold side-less pillow drenched with angst stenched sweat.

The dryness of my tongue worsened by the tightness of my cottoned thoughts.

My clothes smelling like an ashtray, my hair smelling like a toilet, my