Blaine Lindsey is a living love poem. Born in Vallejo, California. Queer spoken word poet with a stutter. Blaine's work speaks from the soul with compelling metaphors, emotional connections, societal observations and spiritual underlines.
From Our Loving Mother
Here is a river of cloud, crackling with thunder, to send you a feeling of power and wonder. Here is a blanket of snow, tinkling with crystals, to waken your passion with joy by the fistfuls.
Let us into Eden
Blossoms on the tree of knowledge. Naked in the springing gardens with a Hunger that no fruit could feed, our Spirit learning want from need.
Until You Come Home
Until you come home you'll be a'wandering, I'll be a'wondering: where we went wrong.. Until you come home ill be singing this song
You've arrived at the illusion-filled center of a karma pop! How many lives did it take? I'd bet your soul had a sweet tooth to seek truth..
Have you ever pushed a boulder up a hill?
Have you ever pushed a boulder up a hill? Is there a space between your shoulders left to fill? Do you face the truth or fold her?
Living their lives
They were living their lives -breath in, breath out. They were giving their dives -splash in, climb out. They were twisting their spines
Passion; drawing strangers to acquaint, mysteries to be romanced, mountains to be stared at and climbed one day. It brings a soul to the cusps of its borders,
Don't let poets lie to you!
Don't let poets lie to you.. The storms they brew are thick. Their wild, romantic words could change a soul if they do stick.