Lost Thinker
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Poet Introduction

Hi Everyone, I make my living as an artist/poet. I traveled while performing in the NYC poetry slam circuit 4 years. My spoken word album titled "Blisters From Untouched Silverware" can be listened to for free on my website

Favorite Poets/Writers

Bukowski, Lord Byron, Saul Williams, Kerouac

About Me

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Name: Bryan Matthew Boutwell AKA LiveFiction
Occupation: Full Time Working Artist/Poet
Based out of Oakland/San Fran

[size=3]Artist Statement

There is so much Love that slides past our focus on a daily basis. . The symmetry of our nature eludes us while we get caught in our webs of disappointment. We expect so much, as we should, but often in that hope there are invisible pot holes that blind side our momentum. We break ankles while trying to hurdle the stars. We shed vulnerability in order to grow back thicker skin, believing that this truly makes us stronger, more protected, more attractive and more independent people, when in reality this is the worst thing we could do.

There are so many of us with wingspans the size of skyscrapers and yet too afraid to open them up. We exchange humility for humiliation and feel safer by playing the martyr than attempting to be the hero. We sacrifice infinite opportunities to share love due to our reservations with rejection. We are brighter than the sun through a million magnifying glasses and yet we seek refuge from our own potential. We duck under umbrellas unaware that the weather is only raining on the inside, while Lilac sunsets cry to be noticed.

The beautiful truth about our species is that we were designed to be broken and then to put ourselves back together without having to have added extra armor in the process. We were meant to fail because without failure weíd never know where we once were. Our growth can only be measured this way. If we seek not to change or too take healthy risks than we sever the kites attached to our spirit. Our flaws are our goals and our goals become our fuel and the process between our ideas and our victories is our life.

People are afraid to tell the world what they are going to do because if God forbid it takes them longer than expected to get there, or that we decide to change those goals in midstream, that others wont see the merit, honesty, or validation in those day dreams. The irony is that the results however are fleeting regardless of the size of the trophy we aim for or end up carrying home. Itís the connections we make along our journeys that keep us grounded in intimacy. We pave new highways so that others may find our doorstep easier.

When we donít share who we are and what scares us, we end up building homes with no front doors. We end up staring out the windows through the blinds at our neighbors from a safe distance. Strangers become obstacles and sometimes even targets instead of friends who we just havenít met yet. We are all so part of the same dream and yet too often we build walls and dig motes in order to live safer and more disconnected lives.

My passion blossoms when I am awarded the opportunity to watch others grow. I thrive off of watching others attempt to be better people. I find our flaws to be sexy when they are admitted. I find empathy to be the best anecdote when we get too lost within self. Iíve learned that itís impossible to feel bad about oneself while we are in the process of helping someone else. I can only hope that as I age I will continue to see the evolution of humanity traveling towards a gentler more forgiving awareness in regards to the way we communicate with one another.

Having a child has made me look into the mirror longer than I ever once did. Its brought the truth of my character flaws to the surface with the buoyancy of a rocket ship. We cannot fool our children for long. They will eventually discover that we are not their Gods and that the answers are just as much of a mystery to us as it will be to them. I believe itís cleaner to show our messiness to the world than to polish off our acting skills. We need not to be desperate if we decide to accept that we wont get it right all of the time.

I love this life and all the torture we endure as we walk through it. We are brave, charismatic creatures born into a galaxy that thrives off of balance. We need as much dark as light, as much doubt as certainty, and as much pain as love. To avoid this truth is to live in constant sorrow while setting ourselves up for an unachievable destiny. I dare myself to commit to this understanding and to be blessed with substantial reminders when Iíve found myself trapped in moments of spiritual a

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