1/16 inch thin layers

Appealing to the saliva of the dogs

Overrated and shallow interiors

Claiming to be a superior

A rancid exterior to animals

Gritting my frustrated teeth

Recognizing a frivolous mind

Intellectually inept and blank

A lost Aardvark in the desert

Shutting you off like a valve

Lacking the ability to digest

Mad at myself for allowing you in

A crawling fool on the inside

Seeking depth and connection

Seeing an overhyped individual

“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.

Clasping to the vicious sound

Grinding my teeth to loneliness

Clenching to the hollow rattle

Snagging the callous pages

Latching on to the emptiness

Seeking the comfort in the corner

Clutching to the invisible truth

Absorbing the bitterness

Digesting too much judgement

Consuming bits of the view

Seizing the blankness

Clawing inside my cage

Refusing to listen and understand

where I was and where I am

The ballroom is filled with chaos, debutantes, and stainless steel soldiers

Greetings were choreographed by a comedian

The chandelier hangs over the melting pot with Cadillac dreams

Laughter is just as fake as a plastic credit card

Sipping on lies and guzzling down the shadows of reality

Honor among thieves is the ace of spades

Plagiarism shines in the corner as the compliments are memorized from a Hallmark card

Truth never stuttered through the double doors

Costumes reek of mediocrity and the dialogue is stale

Pride never appears as the tap shoes dance all through the hours

Berlin and Chopin soar in the air as the feet move in sync

As the night ends all of them become strangers

Entered wearing a mask and leave as someone they always wanted to be

Kiss me until we see the dark
Stand in the showering limelight
Seal your vow in the music box
Recite your lyrics softly in my ear

Sing me a song of devotion
Hum to me in your hushed tone
Dress me in your secret message
Hesitate your seductive murmurs

Swallow your sighs and hints
Mumble your satire in your birthday suit
Leave me your pamphlet of ridicule
Staring at your cynicism and bitterness

Remove the jaw jacking banter
Make love to me like the rancid dog
Deliver me one honest sentence
Walk away like the black widow

Like a caterpillar in the midnight rain
Crawling through the hollow misery
Love departed in the chilling seams
Disappearing sentiments shriek
A Rendezvous slipping away in palms

Astonished by the copper leaves flying
Lakes drying up from the emptiness
Broken prayers misguided by the glare
Compromises thrown like pounds of dirt
Discomfort stuck in the tendons

Our love trembles and yowls

Agony settling like trampled dust
Gasping on the soaring affliction
heartache submerged in soot and spit
A romance ripped at the fingertips
Surrounded by the scalding temperatures

Violent cramps pricking rhythmically
Thickening torture runs down my throat
Weeping madly and in confusion
Seeking deadly faults within the glass
An illness dispersed in coarse veins

Our love shivers and screams

Clarity is a dark cloud dangling
in my sunken and insomniac eyes
Jumbled up words scribbled in my mind
Walking like a tormented disorder
Gripping on to the petals with my palm

Forever embroidered within my sleeves
Dropping it below my tattered knees
Falling to the distorted earth
Gazing up at the swollen apricot sky
Tears flooded like a waterfall

Our love bleeds and pulsates

Shadows of the gravestone widen
A fortress of preciousness clamped
Clutching adoration and admiration
Seeking answers from a growl
Tasting chunks of sorrow

Drinking melancholy from a flask
Elsewhere and gone in my pockets
A nickel has more value than my identity
Bitten by never ending and lasting scars
Latching onto oppression and misfortune

Our love flinches and grovels

Questioning faith and man made religion
Cursing like a drunken sailor
Angry at the curved roads without signs
Cut hands raised in the fickle air
A flight of exasperation lingers

Waking up from vexation in my stomach
Anxiety and headaches twinkle like stars
Burden worn like an army jacket
Distress sinking in my teeth
Anguish and inward sketches touch

Our love is seeking answers in the mist of our hands

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

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

Icicles of vulnerability

dangle over my crucified nerves

Leisurely indulging

a mass consumption of integrity

Thickening the backbone

Watching frustrations corrode

Tortuously eyeballing the poison

seep in my blush vertebrae

Struggling between the roar of

disarray and the calm light

Hacking up chunks of sincerity

Clearing my throat to voice

the sound of everlasting waves

from my vibrant spine

Drops of sorrow fall to my feet

Faith never misled my center

She sketched me

a biting breeze

I brushed a stroke

of blood paint

on her wounded knee

She fell into the pit

of the abstract skies

As I sat in purgatory

playing the iron fiddle

She hurdled the

flashing disturbance

As I held on to her

ancient pieces

I saw her tired eyes

blink for a millisecond

The gore continued

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

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