Blaine Lindsey

Joined February 2021

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Bio

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.

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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.
By Blaine Lindsey2 years ago in Poets
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.
By Blaine Lindsey2 years ago in Poets
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
By Blaine Lindsey2 years ago in Poets
You've arrived
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..
By Blaine Lindsey2 years ago in Poets
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?
By Blaine Lindsey2 years ago in Poets
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
By Blaine Lindsey2 years ago in Poets
Passion
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,
By Blaine Lindsey2 years ago in Poets
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.
By Blaine Lindsey2 years ago in Poets
The emperor changed his clothes
Whether this world is run by snakes or angels; whether flat or round or at an end; whether sky is bright or falling: answer calling, don't pretend.
By Blaine Lindsey2 years ago in Poets
Streetlamp Saw Me Walking
Streetlamps saw me walking... The night moves on its own and I feel really alive but totally shocked that I'm even in a body
By Blaine Lindsey2 years ago in Poets
Pretty When You’re Pissed
You're beautiful when your angry.. Striking when you're serious, Pretty when you're pissed. I know its not the point at all-
By Blaine Lindsey2 years ago in Poets
The lighthouse never knew what it means...
The lighthouse never knew what it means. See, how the shipwreck blossomed into coral reefs. The flowers became berries just waiting for the thieves.
By Blaine Lindsey2 years ago in Poets

Blaine Lindsey

Bio

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From Our Loving Mother

Let us into Eden

Until You Come Home

You've arrived

Have you ever pushed a boulder up a hill?

Living their lives

Passion

Don't let poets lie to you!

The emperor changed his clothes

Streetlamp Saw Me Walking

Pretty When You’re Pissed

The lighthouse never knew what it means...

Stories (15/0)