Jim Morrison moon

March 23, 2019March 22, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / 2 Comments

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

Elohim

March 22, 2019August 16, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / Leave a comment

man creates his prison bars

in rods of dustless time

b.c.s, quantums, leaps, bounds,

seconds, aeons, even Chronicles

and Psalms

Alphas and Omegas

terrible endless frontiers

and there You are

all Light inside of us

my time was wrong again

March 21, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / 5 Comments

she was calm after

i tore her from her family

never did she whimper

as her life bled out from her

and as she slowly perished

the beauty shone in her purity

she still hung on for you

shame grazed me after

she looked at me and smiled

that night my flower passed away

in my cold hand trembling at

the sight of your invisibility

she was a symbol of all you

meant to me

now departing

March 20, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / 6 Comments

tonight the great primordial womb

calls me back

the womb she said, “Jacob, my son, it’s time to go.”

dear lost angel please don’t cry

we did agree that we would not be eternal

although the diamond rings in your banking district

are the most precious i’ve ever seen

the rings of Saturn beckon with their greatness

yes, yes my love, i know

how delicious the curves of the lot on Paramount are

but a million platinum words spoken to all of infinity

on the silver screen cannot hold me down

my Lady Queen of Angels

host to all of God’s creations both real and false

purveyor of riots, scandals and botox

cowboys, beaches and dahlias of all colors

the great universe summons

i fall in backwards toward my youth

but not before kissing the great Pacific farewell

to L. Cohen

March 19, 2019November 7, 2021 / mbrazfieldm / 6 Comments

Leonard fly with me

beyond the gray skies above

with our torn blue coats

your voice coursing through my heart

let’s soar beyond the wire

old soul

March 19, 2019March 17, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / Leave a comment

before sunrise on the tidy bed
the bones fall tired
and heavy like wet wool

the prayers on the lips
of the child somehow morphed
into typed babble via stained
finger tips of the woman hand

then there’s the moon
descends with grace
and feet touch the floor
of another tomorrow

fortune teller

March 18, 2019March 18, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / 2 Comments

the sticks under my bare feet are wet

with dew from the shore below i’ve

walked and have spoken silence

to my mind and cannot

reconcile or come

to an accord

sing to me

gently

soul

time

March 17, 2019March 16, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / 3 Comments

the beauty of it all

lies in her infinity
born into a simple and unlimited existence

the diamonds in her eyes are as gods to me

so small a creature am i.
she offers the bounty of allness

and the sacredness of truth
but my arms are only capable of meager embrace

flanked on all sides by my humble humanity.

Civil War

March 17, 2019March 16, 2019 / mbrazfieldm / Leave a comment

time travels fast when i need her more
and she, the infinite sadist

moves slow when i need the pain to go
the shapes of the universe linger
slightly to the west affording neither light -nor shade-
the children offspring bastards
of antiquity cradled in a grave
and clouds of hated Gods are formed to see who can wave
their cloth the highest