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“O hell, what do mine eyes
with grief behold?”
Working with an old
Singlejack miner, who can sense
The vein and cleavage
In the very guts of rock, can
Blast granite, build
Switchbacks that last for years
Under the beat of snow, thaw, mule-hooves.
What use, Milton, a silly story
Of our lost general parents,
eaters of fruit?

The Indian, the chainsaw boy,
And a string of six mules
Came riding down to camp
Hungry for tomatoes and green apples.
Sleeping in saddle-blankets
Under a bright night-sky
Han River slantwise by morning.
Jays squall
Coffee boils

In ten thousand years the Sierras
Will be dry and dead, home of the scorpion.
Ice-scratched slabs and bent trees.
No paradise, no fall,
Only the weathering land
The wheeling sky,
Man, with his Satan
Scouring the chaos of the mind.
Oh Hell!

Fire down
Too dark to read, miles from a road
The bell-mare clangs in the meadow
That packed dirt for a fill-in
Scrambling through loose rocks
On an old trail
All of a summer’s day.

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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

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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

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Stumbling in and out
A blurry vision stuck in the corner
Moments ripped at the seams
Strangers on the edge of thirst

There was a rush
Some unspoken urgency
His alluring eyes dripped desire
Intoxicated with need

Thoughts unraveled
Urges climbing to the top
Animalistic hunger bitten
Senses enhanced

A throbbing pain
Engulfed her senses
Enthralled and smitten
By his glance

Intensity bursting
Hidden gliding hand
Slightly revealing
Inevitable attraction

Both were in trance
Captive in each other’s arms
Heaving and breathing
Forgetting all moral qualms

Deep thrusts of fire
Like a train in a tunnel
Torn clothes
Devouring velvet

Their night of passion
Met the break of dawn
They savored each moment
And moaned to climax

Braeden – Italics

Sakshi– Non Italics

Check out Sakshi’s blog if you haven’t!

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(1st Verse)
I’ve been chasing rainbows in the dark
As you pull the strings on my heart
Wondering where can I turn
I’ve been misled by the curves of your words
As I stand in the quicksand of the hurt
Wondering if I will ever learn

CHORUS:
I’ve leaned in too far, too quick and too fast
Something about this tells this wasn’t built to last
I’ve ignored the logic and leaned toward all the emotions
Something about this tells me you aren’t about devotion
Something about this tells me you are already gone
Something about this tells me I’m not wrong

(2nd Verse)
I’ve been running against my intuition
Finally seeing something inside is missing
Wondering if I will ever see the message
I’ve been walking alone hand in hand
Finally seeing you won’t ever understand
Wondering if I’ve asked all the right questions

CHORUS:
I’ve leaned in too far, too quick and too fast
Something about this tells this wasn’t built to last
I’ve ignored the logic and leaned toward all the emotions
Something about this tells me you aren’t about devotion
Something about this tells me you are already gone
Something about this tells me I’m not wrong

Bridge:
And the walls are caving in
You are no where to be found
And when things seem to get tough
You are not around
And the pain seeps further in
You twist the story every time
And our world seems to fade
You seem to leave my mind

(2x) CHORUS:
I’ve leaned in too far, too quick and too fast
Something about this tells this wasn’t built to last
I’ve ignored the logic and leaned toward all the emotions
Something about this tells me you aren’t about devotion
Something about this tells me you are already gone
Something about this tells me I’m not wrong

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I didn’t mean to fall for your
magnificent intellect and brilliant eyes

I didn’t mean to fall for your
stunning curves and accent

I didn’t mean to fall for your
innocent laugh and magnetic charm

I didn’t mean to fall for your
echoing fortress and wide skies

I didn’t mean to fall for your
lips of ecstasy and golden tongue

I didn’t mean to fall for your
luscious skin and blissful scent

I didn’t mean to fall for your
beloved moon and drops of silver

I didn’t mean to fall for your
desirous flame and solid wick

I didn’t mean to fall for your
intoxicating personality

still we have no control over destiny
and luck is not the same as fate.
Reflections blending through a window
lovers and strangers, the cruelest fate.
My heart is a bird trailing its shadow
Its course charted and true</
I never meant to fall,
but I’ve fallen like the night for you.

Holly – Italics

Braeden – Non Italics

Check out Holly’s blog if you haven’t!

This was fun to collaborate with her!

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(1st Verse)
Remember when
I wrote I love you on a napkin
Remember when
You read it and you couldn’t stop laughing
Remember when
We danced in the pouring rain in our lawn
Remember when
I said “Look at you baby, you got it going on.”

CHORUS:
After fifty years
You know nothing has changed
After fifty years
Still in love, can’t get enough,
All this love and passion remains.

(2nd Verse)
Remember when
We made love on the kitchen floor
Remember when
We played hide and seek in the grocery store
Remember when
We listened to Chesney on those summer nights
Remember when
we talked until the morning light

CHORUS:
After fifty years
You know nothing has changed
After fifty years
Still in love, can’t get enough,
All this love and passion remains.

Bridge:
As the decades pass by so fast,
I can see our love was built to last.
Every minute and second I embrace,
I wake up still loving the shine on your face.

CHORUS:
After fifty years
You know nothing has changed
After fifty years
Still in love, can’t get enough,
All this love and passion remains.

Lyrics by Braeden Michaels

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Jungle like appetites dangle
Salivating like a savage
Like a cherry to be swallowed whole
Gulping down the passion
Engulfing like a predator

Primeval serpent enslaving
With exquisite poison, lashing
Languishing deep within
Force, forced ever deeper
Into the narrow, miry abyss

Gobbling and feverish groans
Temptations shredded to bits
Comfort and smoothness meshing
Melting desires in our hands
Tasting a scrumptious spot

Arching, stretched bow taut
Drawing ever deeper
Writhing lost in ecstasy
Agony, awareness fades
All sensation focused

Animalistic tension glaring
Expletive moans thicken
Ignoring the glowing sunrise
Peaks of euphoria strike
Unbelievable chemistry

Clutching, rising, reaching
Gasping, the final plateau
Feeling omnipotent, puissant
Shuddering slow descent
Into childlike peace

Releasing the outcome
Intoxicating visual
Mind blowing eye contact
Flowing like a heavenly river
Round one complete

Braeden – Non Italics

All About Life – Italics

Check out Lisa’s blog, if you haven’t. You will read some great stuff!

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And how sweet a story it is
When you hear Charley Parker
tell it,
Either on records or at sessions,
Or at offical bits in clubs,
Shots in the arm for the wallet,
Gleefully he Whistled the
perfect
horn
Anyhow, made no difference.

Charley Parker, forgive me–
Forgive me for not answering your eyes–
For not having made in indication
Of that which you can devise–
Charley Parker, pray for me–
Pray for me and everybody
In the Nirvanas of your brain
Where you hide, indulgent and huge,
No longer Charley Parker
But the secret unsayable name
That carries with it merit
Not to be measured from here
To up, down, east, or west–
–Charley Parker, lay the bane,
off me, and every body