philosophical phunk

April 25, 2020April 25, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 15 Comments

the mind collapses violently the carnival of lies that entertained the young impressionable life suffered

a tear in it’s now rotted penetrable fabric cross stitches erupted with the weight of

boiling hot sin and the anger of the soul possessed by ignorance in the ultimate

court we will know who are the innocent Dante and i sipped old world rye

while we waited for the master of ceremony G Scott Heron to update us on

the state of the revolution and how the forests are ablaze and man stuck in

a maze of filters and face lifts and corporate octopussed armed megalomaniacs are worshipped for

curing babies to work the mines lest you forget not even you can nourish your

carcass on diamonds so we sit while the crowd let’s out

mangifera

April 24, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 3 Comments

sweet fleshy skin warm

kiss like nothing else

your orange creamy tart taste will into honey turn if we lay in the sun together

the smell of green emanates from you within calling me to pull the knife

i strip you down to your ripe round middle and gently nibble and suck you down

and when the time is right i stroke you down as i’m reminded of his long missed circumcision

and our tropical walks through Walmart aisles shopping for the Fourth of July

LalalalaLola

April 24, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 3 Comments

eating my words [iii]

April 24, 2020May 21, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 3 Comments

hey letter X

April 23, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 7 Comments

hey letter X
you’re my favorite
i relate with your
closed off heart center
but four very open ended arms

i too have closed in
and have for many years
but the more the heart shut
i kinda became vulnerable to
the dark underbelly of too much
awareness of things best left alone

some might say through this traveled winding tar soaked road that i’ve acquired more X’s than the Pussy Cat Theatre

i guess it’s the best to have open options not to get boxed in but at times in the midnight hourglass of time

the thought Xes my head that we both have four paths and our keys to the maps are rusted shut deep in our centers

Guest Post

April 23, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 10 Comments

want to share with my WP community a completely unexpected but beautiful and uplifting comment left on my last post by the awesome timsmind390256655.wordpress.com please check his site out tre cool

to answer one must know the question and have the courage to give an answer or not Mother is sending a message will we hear it will we heed it the birds still sing and even if they stop and we are no more She will start the chorus anew to be heard by new ears all is not yet lost we will learn to be better the birds song is not the only song that would be a shame to lose i hear your song too

thanks friend 🙂

She waits for us

April 22, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 5 Comments

no answer is also an answer

🦅 Hopi Proverb

to stare into the blank horizon

it lacks the pastel colors mother used to love

we the silent types proud and self assured cowards or lost fools

makes very little difference

to tighten my jaw as you purse your lips we know what we are thinking

we have no answer for what is happening to us

all we are not willing to admit that She is critical because of our silence

are we prepared for what comes this way as Her pulse tires and slows

the silence without bird songs is the vilest way to perish

the Alsephinas

April 22, 2020April 21, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 2 Comments

my eyes deep into the looking glass they go
the crevice on my throat regulates my breath so slow
bones my genetic frame from the Danube it came
a girl with a mind of her own but her thoughts are filled with white carnations and light pink madness
stuffed into a blue and gold Chinese vase they go
ivory exquisite bones of beasts and mastodons fixed into the old red velvet settee
ivory silks drape my milky skin past my finger tips dipped in obsidian tears
the bench that holds my weight a fancy rosewood filigreed trophy
my deeply regretful eyes slide over to the compromised canopy bed made with hate and lies
there where on some deceitful night opened legged and mouth shut tight
i am supposed to worship you
more is endless breath is tight
nervous docile night
let’s walk into the light
we forever have been everything
we are daughters of the fight

*thank you Christine at braveandrecklessblog and HereticsLoversandMadmen for posting this piece first for the I Am More Than Breath and Bone prompt

no cocktails at Sharon’s barn

April 21, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / Leave a comment

An Crann

By Nuala Ni Dhomhnaill

Do tháinig bean an leasa
le Black & Decker
do ghearr sí anuas mo chrann.
D’fhanas im óinseach ag féachaint uirthi
faid a bhearraigh sí na brainsí
ceann ar cheann.