Hunks of rubbish

Scattered bottle caps

Lumps of fast food containers

Dried up cheese stuck to a

week old pizza box

Sour milk and pickle juice

creating a horrid lake

Spread out diseases disperse

like ants and centipedes

Horrifying stenches linger

Ashes expanding miles and miles

Mountains of a monstrosity

Lingering funk travels like a turtle

Baking and sizzling in the sun

Like a junkyard in the desert

Rusty carburetors and mixed bolts

Tossed out old relationships like

last years self absorbed garbage


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I could easily fall

for the moon in your twinkling eyes

I could easily fall

for your precious skin

I could easily fall

for your soothing heavenly voice

I could easily fall

for the stars above your head

I could easily fall

for your gentle and warm touch

I could easily fall

for the sweetness on your lips

I could easily fall

for the world held in your palm

I could easily fall

for your charm and wit

I could easily fall

for your enticing sigh

I could easily fall

into your delicate universe

Love my blackened scars

Love my lopsided flaws

Love my fatal quirks

Love my enigmatic perception

Love my complicated essence

Love my simple comforter

Love my undying will

Love my quivering fears

Love my shadow’s tears

Love my effervescent soul

Love my conflicted backbone

Love my distinctive complexion

Love my colors of my being

She dwelled in the chair of the copycat

She fell into a whirl of mischievousness

Rotating around the word swipe

She watched the clock tick in exile

She twisted herself between lies and truth

Revolving around the word heist

She was smoldering among the thieves

She lost respect when she stole phrases

Spinning around the word hijacked

She viciously borrowed invincible words

She stood in the shadows of peace

Circling around the word embezzled

She wore an invisible crown of deceit

She vanished when others pointed fingers

On the other side of the sphere with crooks

Staring at your vivid portrait

Awestruck and floating butterflies

soaring in my stomach

Tingling sensations in my bones

Enamored with your animated spirit

Full of zest and enthusiasm

A wondrous and gentle endearment

Voluptuous from head to toe

Captivating to the delicate core

Amazed by your enticing hurricane

Hot blooded and seductive

Drawn to your language and accent

Gorgeous makes me crazy

Promenading around the vintage square

Marching up and down like a soldier

Preserving the gloomy kingdom

The absolute and dreary monarch

Glancing up at the gnarling sultan

Toying with the saddened jesters

As they stare out the tear jerking windows

Mimes crawling outside the gates

in front of the gory and sopping river

Stumbling citizens speak like dragons

Clans of violence raid innocent homes

Barking dogs howling at the dying moon

Chopped off heads laying in ditches

Limbs shambling to the sunrise

A division between absurdity and insanity

Born in the thick of Chardonnay

Sweetness is just a flavor in a fifty mile radius

Dingy peasants begging for a light instead of bread

Inhaling the essence of bloodstains

Waking up in a bath of blush

Stuck in misery and fallen pieces

Like a dream shivering in maroon

Caves of turmoil splatter illness

An unknown species walks in the dark

Spewing words like tall weeds

Cutting through rocks with a monotone voice

Using only four syllable words

Monsters tall as skyscrapers touching

the tip of cerulean clouds

Gripping winds with hands as large as boulders

Roaming wicked jungles and grudged mountains

Over twenty thousand characters gliding on soiled clay

Surrounded by a lightning cage

Seeking a path to return their lost world

Unknown to how they arrived in Herston

Swamped in a fluorescent obstruction

Cornered in a sea of obscure glass

Dismayed by the faint watercolors in your pupils

Stunned from the 3:30am neon ablaze

Unwavering sounds of turbulent engines

Nervousness wedged between affection and tenderness

Marveled by the touch of your scorched hands

A rendezvous of an ancient wizard and a reborn artist

Playing with altercations and differences

Gasoline wasted like the dissention in the atmosphere

Barely tantalized by your curvature

Flexing the irony and wisecracks

Mocking jolted decisions and pointing out undersized flaws

Irrational sentences dispersed like trash on a uncut lawn

Ignoring her dyslexic and child like tongue

Once in love with the snakebite and tortuous virus

Abandoning a run down jalopy on the side of the road

On the left of me charades drift

Grandiosity shrinks in a bubble

On the right of me a cliffhanger wobbles

Sick brain twisters entwine

Like a stickler stuck in honey

Mysteries fumbling in the peak hours of the night

Reciting the sixty four thousand dollar question

Disguised by a painted enigma

Lost in a foolish pseudonym

Wearing a gray pompous suit

Insincerity rippling in my veins

A glass image shimmering in your web

Sleeping next to a facade

Making out with tossed to the curb excuses

Complexity and complication is a mixed drink

Tangled up in a maze

Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren’t weeping, they went stark-raving mad,
And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made
And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill,
And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins,
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said “Buddy, come on in, ’cause
‘Cause the dreams ain’t broken down here now, they’re walking with a limp
Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight”
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the burglar alarm’s been disconnected,
And the newsmen start to rattle
And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the Fifth Amendment
And the furniture is bargains galore
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor
And what a hot rain on Forty-Second Street,
And now the umbrellas ain’t got a chance
And the newsboy’s a lunatic with stains on his pants, ’cause
‘Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight

Flourishing joy
An abundance of butterflies
Sinking in mush
Overflowing of blossoms
My daunting sunshine

Saturated in kisses
Caressing precious skin
Merging as an invincible love
Weaves of everlasting innocence
My daunting sunshine

Unraveling the power of touch
Overwhelming grace
Drowning in your beauty
Falling for a miracle
My daunting sunshine

Lying in narcosis

Descending in narcissism

brushing up against controversy

Collapsing into the static

Toppling onto the obsolete scenes

Squabbling over a chalice of ethics

Between the upside down convictions

and the cone shaped postulates

The marrow of my identity cringes

Glaring at the nervous complexion

A temperament slowly dividing

Daydreams sorrowing in the cloverleaf

My sun has set, I dwell
In darkness as a dead man out of sight;
And none remains, not one, that I should tell
To him mine evil plight
This bitter night.
I will make fast my door
That hollow friends may trouble me no more.

‘Friend, open to Me.’—Who is this that calls?
Nay, I am deaf as are my walls:
Cease crying, for I will not hear
Thy cry of hope or fear.
Others were dear,
Others forsook me: what art thou indeed
That I should heed
Thy lamentable need?
Hungry should feed,
Or stranger lodge thee here?

‘Friend, My Feet bleed.
Open thy door to Me and comfort Me.’
I will not open, trouble me no more.
Go on thy way footsore,
I will not rise and open unto thee.

‘Then is it nothing to thee? Open, see
Who stands to plead with thee.
Open, lest I should pass thee by, and thou
One day entreat My Face
And howl for grace,
And I be deaf as thou art now.
Open to Me.’

Then I cried out upon him: Cease,
Leave me in peace:
Fear not that I should crave
Aught thou mayst have.
Leave me in peace, yea trouble me no more,
Lest I arise and chase thee from my door.
What, shall I not be let
Alone, that thou dost vex me yet?

But all night long that voice spake urgently:
‘Open to Me.’
Still harping in mine ears:
‘Rise, let Me in.’
Pleading with tears:
‘Open to Me that I may come to thee.’
While the dew dropped, while the dark hours were cold:
‘My Feet bleed, see My Face,
See My Hands bleed that bring thee grace,
My Heart doth bleed for thee,
Open to Me.’

So till the break of day:
Then died away
That voice, in silence as of sorrow;
Then footsteps echoing like a sigh
Passed me by,
Lingering footsteps slow to pass.
On the morrow
I saw upon the grass
Each footprint marked in blood, and on my door
The mark of blood for evermore.

Hello All,

I am sure many have noticed that I have not been on here in a while. You can find me on instagram.

I have not posted any new material due to some soul searching and over time you will see my blog change. I am currently in transition and reinventing myself as a writer.

I appreciate all of your support.

Thank you,

Braeden

I want to break your traditionalism

I want to unleash the lion underneath

I want to unveil the darkest red

I want to feel the wrath of your lipstick

I want to feel your mold crumble

I want to feel your transformation

I want to reveal your ripped secrets

I want to throw away the blue towel

I want to move side by side with you

I want to roll the dice in the flames

I want to be ignited by your thoughts

I want to prance in your amazing mind

I want to make you let go of the fear

Loving the nectar

Loving the juice

Loving the heavenly bliss

Loving the squirm

Loving the flow

Loving the delight

Loving the sounds

Loving the movements

Loving the wetness

Loving the sighs

Loving the taste

Loving the feast

Loving the peak

Loving the spasms


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Define the magnitude of one word

A parentheses around the verb

State the clarity in one sentence

Clarify the significance of the emotion

Stagger around the density

Between the solitude and frustration

Singularity sticks to loneliness

Revelations bound to ignorance

Disregarding the format of communication

Absolutely disheartening

Wasted chapter sealed shut


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