Mind Field: A Rap by Austen Berj Brooks

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Austen’s rap, “Mind Field” was included in an abridged version in InsideOut Literary Arts Project’s 2014-2015 Citywide Poets Anthology entitled “Mind Fields.” In honor of his 27th birthday, I have reprinted it here in full in a version of how I hear him rapping it.

life is a journey, yo, not a destination
I’m anxious while I’m waiting
to escape annihilation

the basis of my trouble is distant and evasive
it bubbles up and suffocates
the bliss of my creation

my history sticks with me and keeps me in the basement
defiantly I color it with my imagination
a useful gift I use the spit for radical creatin’
with unique perspective
untarnished by some ancient written words
too absurd for sober contemplation
be patient and think about it
before you try to take it apart
so smart

my words of warning are a lesson
all the answers lie within
reflective introspection
obsession breeds perfection
and I want it so I’m pressin’
the pedal down to make a sound
that shows a new direction

I’ve been around and what I’ve found is happy and depressin’
up and down and round and round
no seconds spent on restin’
the present is a gift but the future’s still in question
my heart’s about to quit and my journey’ s with my essence

living is easy with eyes closed
but what they show on TV
might just corrode your soul
some music from the past remains
it never gets old
I wanna make something that lasts to me
that’s worth more than gold

my mind is a mine field I have to patrol
scavenge eternal secrets between the blasts to unfold
my future and past together like they’ve been wove
like my hands are tied and tethered
with one pressed on the stove

I don’t have time to stand in line when I’m tryin’ to reach my goals
hindsight’s 20/20
it took 20 years to see they stole
innocence and happiness in quantities I do not know

accept my humble challenge
keep your balance
truth is what I show
but only if you seek
cause some of us were born to see
while others never get a peek

the one who gets caught in between is lost forever in his dreams
I’m just saying what I’ve seen – drugs are fun but shame of fiends
throw a kid into a cell – does that help him to get clean?

I’ve got friends whose lives are damaged
they were young, they couldn’t manage
they grew up and found themselves
distant shells of former selves

self-deceived rights the lies we tell
sentenced to hell but we prevail
pour out drinks to those that fell
sit and talk of pasts we held
cause hope and energy still run through us
paint our lies and help us to trust
that tomorrow’s a brand new day –
that this work is worth the pay

free my mind I rap all day
beating time and gravitay
looking deep into your eyes
still I’ll never truly find
what’s projected in your mind

we connect with honest lies
I’m in love with cloudy skies
how do I fall for what I despise?

Austen Berj Brooks, November 2012

Space Between The Molecules

September is Austen’s birthday month.  He would have turned 27 on September 26.  In honor of his birthday, I have selected a few excerpts from his writings and looked through photo albums to pick out a few essence-of-Austen shots. From a sweet little boy to a handsome, complex young man, we celebrate his birth, his life, his curiosity, his spirit, the depth of his understanding, his resolve, his destiny, his words.  From his Journey Through Sobriety:

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Austen’s first communion  in 1999 at Christ Church in Grosse Pointe, Michigan, age 8.

I remember happiness. I think I am close to attaining it again. Being me, pure, real, not anxious about something that may or may not happen. Even if something happens, I am resourceful enough to handle it. Everything will be okay, Austen. Trust yourself, trust your instincts, trust the universe to guide you. There’s a deeper level to this. I want to tap into it. Love and understanding. True feeling. Embracing life. Feelings, thoughts, emotions.  June 5, 2014

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Last day at Maire Elementary in Grosse Pointe in 2002, age 10.

What do I want to be? Cool, wise, intelligent, creative, open, empathetic, spiritual, confident. Positive, sober, understanding and fresh as fuck. Hip hop aficionado, politically in tune, clever, funny, happy.  June 13, 2014  

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Austen in his basement ‘mancave’ with his stacked Dr. Pepper cans, phone in hand and football game on TV, Grosse Pointe Park, Michigan, 2004, age 13.

It’s so crazy how you walk through life bored and unimpressed, and then all of a sudden one day you see things for what they are and you can’t believe how beautiful everything is. You appreciate the sun and the clouds, the trees and the air they allow us to breathe. You realize that everything is actually connected in a real sense. I’d like to think you can never go back after coming to this conclusion, but that’s not true. That’s why you have to be in tune with who you are and the reality of existence. The universe has billions of galaxies. Here I am in just one of them, in just one solar system, on just one planet, revolving around just one star.   July 1, 2014 

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Austen’s first Homecoming Dance at Grosse Pointe South High School, 2007, age 15.

The distance between who I am and who I want to be
lights the fire inside of me
I’m tired but inspired, lie awake wired
by who I aughta be
used to spend time worried
about what people might of thought of me

Brown eyes and soft replies
Loves the only real high
It’s pure it pulls me toward the sky
We’re fighting now no reason why
I miss you back when you were shy
October 24, 2014

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Austen on graduation day at Indiana University, BA in Psychology, 2013, age 22. 

We rejoice in the moments we had with you Austen, all of them, from start to finish and the moments we continue to have with you through your strong, positive presence in our daily lives.

you are the space between the molecules
a love that has no end
a life without boundaries

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‘No Boundaries,’ Glencoe in the Highlands of Scotland taken by Suzanne Sahakian, Austen’s mother, while hiking the Pap of Glencoe in July 2018. © 2018 Suzanne Sahakian