Author: mbrazfieldm

brink

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it’s no good
i’m dubious should i or not
i took a walk around and around
inventoried the lost opportunities
of finding myself
Billie Holiday laments
and so do i
good morning heart ache she asks
i follow in a raspy girl whisper
what’s new
had i been a raconteur
would i had made a difference
in the mind that crazy hapless ass
i trudge a long time
exhausted
questioning
and as if by sheer exhaustion
the conclusion that i have no control
is reached

odd behavior

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to practise a kind of common sense now would it make a difference medication domination exaggeration death of what we used to be for good bad or indifferent what is it in the seed of them that twists them this way would i know if God instructed it have you ever screamed trapped on your own dream while the glass walls shattered in your castle beware it could be real this panic that i feel while getting pushed into the forest

sanity

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old monkey
sunshine of my heart
companion of my dull soul
make my spirit rise to the rouge skies
green vested like a tree you are so dear to me pink cheeked noisy silly boy only voice of reason in my head when everything in my news screen turns red

mbrazfield (c) 2020

emancipated bird

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these days some short some long these nights redemption lost taken somewhere far on the beaks of three little birds

when the mind is placed in a certain situation we recall and cherish when our feet were our carriage like when we shared my only bed

and holding onto to what we had was all that we needed being devoured by the light of your energy

but all i’ll ever have are those three blackbirds you bought when you went away