mother Sun and the archangel

September 7, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / Leave a comment

forrest for the trees

September 2, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 13 Comments

alone
world at his fingertips
one
the wires carry all
crossing
the borders of time
boundaries
broken at hyper speed
to
win a race with out tracks
heal
his eye artificially at a glance
the
megabytes of dying ghosts
need
of any host the mark
of
godly hands to drill us in
the
when all is lightning sting
human
dust nothing to breathe but
spirit

for S Clemens

August 30, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 1 Comment

sky why you so blue
grass so green
trees so tall
soul so clear
eye so deep
as to decipher
what’s not clear
to this wounded heart
can these walls
really be it
alpha’s omega
will come so soon
the comet this way
comes again
to interview my nature

momma’s scar

August 23, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 5 Comments

punk podium prophet

August 16, 2020August 15, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / Leave a comment

thanks to Rob Banks Punk Pope ♡

barbed wire

August 11, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 5 Comments

it was quick easy clean and graceful dreams today for me are sharp
wires on the way over hard horizon the heart is tossed away there are some music notes along side like comets
mocking heart in her exile away from him
upon the crossing of that place heart’s lost hind sight again with only tear salted picture frames of his hand no longer holding her

partial ballad for Pam and Jim

August 10, 2020August 10, 2020 / mbrazfieldm / 3 Comments

i once found him looking into my eyes holding my hands
he moved me to live to love to laugh
while the endless hoping
that my days will die fast
fuel the tomorrows that cast me into a grinding trap
i really wish i wouldn’t have to leave and pace back and forth between cold frontiers looking into darkness
the void is left

as limbo and i walk hand in hand exhausted