Author: mbrazfieldm
Promote Yourself Monday March 25, 2019
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spaghetti western
running out of seasons
the hill is a mile away
the Brave is tired
as he looks over the plain
the hunger in the sky
falls like fire
on inaudible prophesies
Story Starter Challenge #22
Opposites Attract Challenge #20
Ofelia
she gets in the blood
no other place is better
she self soothes the soul
the distress of broken heart
the torment won’t surrender
Gehenna
i lived another day in you to drown
and what is here before me drowns again
your buildings fall under my feet and birds
flock in this eve of raging guideless light
i love you in my bones to beg for luck
and mercy from a god or anyone
who finds my deadly skin on the edges
of confusion upon the deserts of the found
Werdin Alley
cold
concrete
the walls
are brick and
yet have witnessed many things
the stains of age are in the page
of the city’s palm the angels speak and demons kick out in laughter
i walk on thorns the books are long and i can’t see anything that breaks the spell of misery’s iron grasp
the worried sunrise comes and shines a light that fades into the cracks of time in the monuments unto lethargic progress and flowers bloom in screens of doom and shots are too quickly taken
unlike Tokpella this alley way has finite space and we all walk in crippling slumber John Wayne won’t get me here
amongst this man made thunder the blood is thin and made of ashes
as i lay the east escapes from me
Pahana you are over due
canyons fell down
life out
of
balance
profundo
en las calles veo lo que pasa
los niños juegan y gritan
en cada cabezita una revolución
listo para nacer o seguir
en sus tiendas veo los rostros
de padres, hijos, tíos, primos, hermanos
ojos con desiertos
manos que construyen pirámides modernas
en sus manos veo lo que es sufrir
llorar sin hacer un ruido reír sin sentirse con gusto
sonar sin esperanza
y en su corazón perder su latido
nas ruas vejo o que acontece
as crianças brincam e gritam
em cada cabezita uma revolução
pronto para nascer ou seguir
em suas lojas eu vejo os rostos
de pais, filhos, tios, primos, irmãos
olhos com desertos
mãos que constroem pirâmides modernas
em suas mãos eu vejo o que é sofrer
chore sem fazer um barulho rir sem se sentir como
som sem esperança
e no seu coração perder o seu batimento
in the streets i see what happens
children play and shout
in each little mind a revolution
ready to be born or to follow
in your stores i see the faces
of fathers, sons, uncles, cousins, brothers
eyes with deserts
hands that build modern pyramids
in their hands i see what it is to suffer
cry without making a noise laugh without sound
dream without hope
and in your heart lose your heartbeat
Jim Morrison moon
quiet is the street i
walk tonight
the lights are all at ease
Casa Blanca star lit sky
with Jim Morrison moon above me
i can’t feel my
presence
in your melancholy
leave
i can’t feel my pull
in your unfathomable rejection
the river tides are
crawling by
in this wilderness of roads
the boulevard is void of sparkle
in the mind a church bell booms
in the highest of
these jagged hills
the madness of my love sick dreams contours
slipping into the wicked ground
under the throbbing
quiet
Beaudry hosts a
saxophone
Bixel lies ahead in candle light
i’ve turned this corner every day
for many needs and wrongs
all to find nothing
without any cause
words less spoken 