i know we said Netflix tonight no hanky spank me but i guess i had a memory lapse on account i want to mount you don’t you move i’ll clear the dishes and close your eyes think up some wishes and i shall be happy to oblige after i get what i want hmm what’s that you say what did i mumble nothing honey just getting the massage oil from the bathroom oh no no don’t fall asleep we need to talk about access by the way how’s your cannoli it must pretty creamed up i haven’t had it in ages yes taxes are pretty high ok i’m back hey hey oh no not again lover stop snoring and make me go higher remember the Y2Ks how happy and free what happened to passion and smoking in bed and kissing and howling till then sun showed his face alright i get it we’ve been working all day good night my rocker my lover my friend
Author: mbrazfieldm
the flower market
low dopamine today will walk across the bay of foggy mind to pray while the hummingbirds stand tall on wires and trillions of thoughts across the universe of a this city block protest the inhumanity of no more parking lots to buy their marriage cytasters oh what a pity i once said but not no more our beds are made and reality come what may the dragons have come to play and they play dirty winner take all except prisoners ambush the brides and take their baubles we need them for the revolution of which we run from only to find it here again
Quotable Poe Week One – M. Brazfield
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sweet anguish
because you were my echo
for all eternity you’ve held me
mid air gagged and bound
i clung and you squeezed
an inky black forbidden sickness
blessed only by masters apostates all
i cut my skin for you
i lied and forked my tongue for you
i crawled in shame only for you
but you still held me held me there
like a cave around the diamond
you and i knew each other for a thousand years
my beloved my tempting mistress
i your little nothing lower than waste
your eyes green emeralds
and cheeks of porcelain gold
you smiled into my darkened mirror
and willingly i shred my soul
if only for a taste of you
a taste of a devilish divine kiss
let me crawl raw belly on crystal you nails
caress my blood as a farewell
like sand in the Sahara
let me slip through…
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A Cockney Angel
Len, this is way beyond cool!!!!! beautiful story love it love it love it thank you so much for sharing ❤
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She wrote in part of an angel named Hortance, a Mae West look alike, who spoke with a Cockney accent.
I weren’t much of a looker. Me face being a bit pinched, dark circles under me eyes and I ‘ad this ‘orrible wart on me chin. But I ‘ad a generous ‘eart. I used to give to the poorest of the poor. Blokes who needed me but couldn’t afford the ready.
They’d say “Liza, I got an urgent need, but me ship ain’t come in yet. ‘Ow about yer take care of me and I’ll say a prayer fer yer. I’ll put in a word for yer to that geezer up there. Tell ‘im of your kind ‘eart.”
I’d say ” ‘Ow can a girl with a kind ‘eart refuse yer, when…
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Ryan Mountain
a young girl i was
when i drove to the desert
i took what Allen dropped
when he was young
like i was
the Joshua Trees
imperial yes they were
tall a strong dark green
some with arms bent up at the sky
which by the way Sky did rain on me
a supple velvety soothing rain
i slipped a little higher
the rocks they opened their slate stained eyes
and the he snake slithered from their underneath
the rain she smelled like new born clay
the vitality of her holy droplets
caused the birds and lizards to come alive
in a jubilant resurrection
at which time i had ten hands
but i could still see my cut up shirt
doused in the liquid of the day
me thinks Dylan Thomas and i could have made love
in dream of mercy a girl laughing with the crimson ants
and the ashy grasshoppers orchestrated with their legs
auditory melodious delight
the horizon a throne
golden
filled with blue angels
as i tilted my face toward the west
the Queen Sun released me into sedation
dustbowl
night
sleep is
hard to come
by outside the
dark it lingers on
shadows congregate near
the window as the whisper
of the dead scarecrows no longer
keep the fear of the shivering child
whose recited all her prayers at bay
for Earl
Dear God
how are you
it’s me your creation i think
i was walking around the Skid
i felt afraid
i saw people laid out
and i noticed the pigeons
with missing little toes
feathers crushed and greasy
competing for food
i felt as if i was falling
up in a spiral a void
and the world laughed at me
chest beats hard dry mouth
look out i gotta run
and my feet became lead
30 pieces of silver
called anti-anxiety meds
Dear God
in the midst of my panic
an old black man
stood by me
you ok baby
you sho’ don’t belong heah’
then i cried and i sobbed
and i said i’m real sorry
he said is ok baby
lemme’ git you some hep’
the light it swirled
bullying me
but he was my rock
my Psalm eighteen
out pour
hold
your breath
easy now
that’s good like that
i like it when you
tense up and move wildly
oh see there the moon blushes
together let’s hold the dam back
slow down some don’t give in too quickly
in a few moments the lightning will strike
urbanness
my forest concrete
slabs winding wires swing high
moon down we whisper
i too am wise
you’ve made it this far
at the front step of mystery
i am sweet enter me you are man
answer my question of why all is all
tell truth at risk of enticing your anger you know
i too am wise
deep is the diamond there’s a reason He hid it there
you are the key to unleashing continued life
but where did it go wrong the seed it falls to nothing
where did i lose center when did i gain pain
look into me and dare say it is Eve’s fault
i ask you are man where does omnipotence end
i am the vessel the chalice the grail in code stop chasing your tail
let us grow together why place your foot on my neck
does it please you to see me ground into the dirt
my legs are strong my arms hold the children from
the poisonous suns
i too am wise
man come into my center at times i too am harlot
and i become like a god my brother man
my mind gets pulled into a thousand places
but i know that what the king wants
i am your pleasure the reason you exist
enter my warmth the ecstasy of my womb engulf yourself in the holy
mine are the rainbows the rains and the wars
mine are the secrets kept between my legs
fools who thought of taming me
have not quite made it back
