Bianca Yuzon has been writing poetry since she was a wee wolf girl (although she didn’t really know it at the time). She published her first book of poetry called “Love on the Doorstep” at the age of 7.
Since then, she has transformed her poems into songs, releasing them under the artist name of “YUZON”. Her work often fuses elements from the physical and spiritual planes, and acknowledges that there is magic, beauty, things to be grateful for, and lessons to be learned whether in life’s seasons of light or darkness.
Bianca is inspired by our cosmic inner and outer worlds, travel, nature, animals, film, relationships, and the cycles of human existence.
Her other passions include painting, fashion design and acting.
Quietly, the ladder
Lets steal away to the roof
The sounds of My City
And the cold night air
Pull your hood up,
Let your guard down
Were among friends
Now
Trying to be stealthy,
I’m no alley cat
But to perch by your side
I’m quite good at that
Out in the open
It’s easy to believe
We are reminded
We can do most Anything
Father Sky, Mother Sky
Tell us a story
Witnessing the same time,
One that is unfolding
Down Below, way Up High
This is what it means to fly
While Falling
Quietly, surrender
To the Great Expanse
Up here we feel so small
And yet so grand
I’ll keep you close
‘Cause near or far
Were under the same moon
And same stars
Wake up
You can’t do this work
Unconscious
Wake up
And Bloom
Never would they tell you
Never could they tell you lies
They’ll help you
Set your dreams on fire
Safely
It’s all you can do to
Keep your iron tongue
From lashing out
Pay your respects, son
On your way out
As you cross
The Garden Bridge
Unreadable
To long for the Unspeakable
Along the Unreachable
They are wanting you
In your eyes I see pure potential,
no room for shame or coarse mundane
and if that means you feel it all
like the wellspring of oceans
crashing down, around, at once,
let it be.
you can freeze up (crystalline) or Flow:
for in this intricate life-dance,
our hearts drop the beat
our minds set the tone
We move
to the Universal rhythm
of an Energy so resplendent
we can only begin fathom
it’s allure, it’s grandeur.
And yet here we are,
And there it lies,
Beautiful in its simplicity
In between the spaces and spontaneity
In the knowing that
despite torrential change
and flickering doubt
we can trust that all is well.
We stumble upon the rocks to rise to amethyst skies
We make the steps as we go along
Learning the language that uses no words
Sowing the seeds of new elegant worlds
Together-apart, and ultimately
Happy To Be.
baby pines and steep inclines
adhere to natures order
but I glide by (and won’t comply)
with the sentry at the border
in his wake the mountain shakes
(at least that’s what they say)
but I have galaxies to roam
and can’t afford delay
“and what do you think you’re doing?”
a booming voice demands
“making my own way” I say
“to Unknown, distant lands”
“Why? you’ve all you need right here”
it thundered on “and more”,
“I’m grateful” answered I,
“but I really MUST EXPLORE!”
“dangers lay ahead
when you are past your comfort zone
should you return, it won’t be the same–“
“yes cause I’ll have grown!”
“wonders also do await,
to rendezvous and congregate
I will absorb, I will create:
transform the norm,
enhance my fate…
and to those who wish me ill,
I wish them better juju still!
good sir, I will not reconsider,
you’ve failed to make me hesitate
now show yourself! or better yet, please open up the gate!”
an eerie silence followed…
perhaps I went too far?
but then the gate–it vanished!
(frankly quite a bit bizarre)
I took step, and looking back
a yellow finch did wink
before it flew away
I sighed and said “I need a drink”.
Fear will try to box you in,
Doubt will bolt the door,
but you have the keys
to best them both
or better yet, just ignore
P.S. also kids, alone in the forest never pop a hallucinogen–for not everything that hides is a queer and yellow friend. the end.
