Heartbreak

prints of silence

/ mbrazfieldm / 7 Comments

there is no peace
but just the
same i welcome such beautiful pain
beneath the twilight across the house where hope died
my essence lingers rootless derelict fool
my soul
the prints of silence tread the horizon where your muted light lives
from one thought to the next
if only i could take the ache away
snatch it from you
hide it from your face
if only i could soak up your tears
soothe the fear
that worlds collapse only in you
those monsters too akin to my mind
restless i wait knowing you’ll never arrive and still i look
strain the very nature of my sight
optimism passing like the fragile snow flake
you, hurt
you, hurt so succinctly
just hurt

none the wiser

/ mbrazfieldm / 3 Comments
mbrazfieldm (c) 2024

it is not desired to submit to the maze
some how survival of the organism
depends upon it
it is not of merit to walk alone
but at times it’s necessary
none the wiser are my thorns
that i caress and polish them
although there’s rubbish in my soul
a gentle apocalypse sometimes wanders
within and incinerates my soiled heart
there will be no ashes
the electromagneticity
of electrons have silently dimmed away
what can be said of Los Angeles skies
that my eyes have cried about

on failure

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mbrazfieldm (c) 2024

anger your way of loving me
creviced are my wounds
silent they exist like a tomb
waiting patiently for messiah
scold me you a fury pummel me
with orders decide for me how to be
when i gift you my soul blood
with silk petal finger tips
yet
as my own hands turn to nurture me
paralysis afflicts them
they fall to my sides like fading ash
so i move on through the night alleys
my youth my age displayed on the shadows
where i grew and still the stains of uncertainty
taint my compass where now to?
i yearned for truth in my heart clear like
Buddha’s breath and still you were not the one
to encase me in loving arms

intrusive

/ mbrazfieldm / 3 Comments

i have walked in the magic and slimy entrails of the night you can sniff the carnage reapered dreams collected bodies bought sold butchered put back whole on the cool objective table of community tax payer yet the sheen and cigarette scent of your rugged lips captures what is left of my imagination the face ive worn the whole day through with guilt rage pain and embarrassment in the pores cracks a useless smile thinking of our bottom halves entwined twisted and penetrated in a vortex of denial and after all of these years that calloused touch of your hand intrusive through the strands of my graying hair

most honest answer from a man to me

/ mbrazfieldm / 2 Comments

 

even as you are
here bruised and
curled up begging
for a breath’s instant
of attention i am not
willing to give it
 
beyond fragile are you
so much that weeping
you can’t do so you
look to me for comfort
 
i admit that i take and take
and when i am asked to share
i only contribute hollow tin
words that dribble out
of a no longer necessary
part of me
 
i don’t pity you
and i realize that i don’t
really care about you
i string you along for
my base needs
 
your tears and hardships
disappointments and pains
do not steal neither my
appetite, rest or peace of mind
i am perfectly happy if
you die but if you live it
does not really matter
 
you are welcomed to
continue down this road
but if you turn back
i will not follow you
not one thing can make me
love you or want you
 

i can not say i need
anything you give
neither your joy or smiles
or sophomoric gifts have any
value to me
 
albeit if you want to enter
you have been warned of the risks
and know that i don’t love you

 

how do i tell the Moon

/ mbrazfieldm / 2 Comments
mbrazfield (c) 2024

how do i tell the Moon that her Venus is gone
far from everything we know high away past the Pleiades and the Milky Way but always in the vicinity of higher power

how do i tell the Moon that her Venus is gone way past forever yet eternally  interwoven in star dust and holy silent breaths caressing her head after she’s wept too much

how do i tell the Moon that her Venus is of such love magnitude that we can’t see her as she holds us in her loving arms ebbing and flowing us warmly in her arms