Ghost Of Mark Twain

Once Upon a time, there is a scientific man who sat on the namely bench to check out mysterious waves, the cloud has appeared from amazing skyline was numerous ways, he connecting the universe between his brilliant young eyes were suburbanized sunlight, achievable and believable heart to leaped throughout the fiction to him forevermore, interloop smiles, a deep classified and methodic smiles up to the thickened air and wind blew attached to it, he belong to the outland legend to create many skills himself, the mind, do the new obliviate brain to set on foot, magnificent writings would be inspired by his physicalized work, he has some greatest spirit, the ghost of him who want to walkthrough amongst the world-class city 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

7-31-20      

Business Is Business

Be unaware to use an important page, coverage our positive thoughts to give and gave, maintain the increase of streetwise roads without violence, same thing about unprofessionalism crimes entire statewide, is not unusual business to them, especially around the fast-food restaurants in a certain neighborhood, it takes a lot of encouragement and love combine, not even intertwine section by section, cannot say out of line situation, we live free forever, wouldn't not unable and unstable about the economies around the world itself, they have good companies, and excellent on big-time money in their own wannabee by one by one pocket full of banks over and over 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

7-31-20    

Historian

Empowered statues made of gold, it has been decades longer, properly onto the mid-eighteenth century was alive since then, by the myth should be unified land of heroic legend themselves, reunited village around, the Egyptian cities become popularity field of innocent love, the castle who became bigger and enlargement filled with royalties and loyalties, all the greatest people there in these and those indulgent hearts overpacked upon a classical chest, outpost poets overruled to be written and co-written method, achieved youngest & prettiest princesses walked from the palace, or without palace walls, but, one queen, and one king who cherished their own kingdom, the princess who lived in wisdom too

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

7-29-20     

Little By Little

Narrow and the sparrow was even than obtains, depends on the fifth installment mountains, it might be some splashiest rains came down heavy-duty rocks of hail, not too much on the horrifying railroad trains, observed of pains, littlest minds to be unfortunate beings, able to rule the little kingdom, a bunch of cherry lime trees were up and going nonstop, midtown village has been bigger, but, smallest streets was made grayish color or too, showable thoughts to see & saw the largest picture frame, describing threesome little bushes nice and taller and wiser enough, the smell, divine the texture, devoted to touch, let it  change of different color, ten thousand of acres of landscape and landmark on the warmest field to built humongous, but, little by little, it looks like one mind was blown paint of land 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

7-28-20  

Blow, Let The Words Come To You

I belong to the world with delicious feet, I used brilliant and intelligent words will not be crumbled and splattered alongside either direction, I miss my oldest schedule method to me, vacationing is my own blood in vane out there, I live so far, when I think of something in mind, I can't allow to swear and curse on the moment, not able doing that, a sweet and successful theater opportunity has been outrageousness. if the interact theater wanted me back in the kind and remarkable workplace everywhere than here, I miss every single cent to led of feelings occurred for, I love to catch a realistic breath in and out several standard time, my heart was pounding and pounding, I dreamed in this day and night. when I get up next day forward, my spirit crushed throughout into layers and layers every single piece on the wooden pint wood 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

7-28-20   

Playground

The old and lovable legend, every single inch of playgrounds, back in the day nearby the seventies, maintain of basketball courts were encounters, outland teams who played hard cement courtyard, mechanic scoreboard rises among the historian culture of airy breeze, dusty shape stadium seats with Silverado fence straightened line to line, concession stands to serve food and drinks on the side, the ticket booths cost less of green flavored money, an optional player around the world from countries and USA who dressed their own uniforms in the style of color, a modernized and entertaining event, the crowds and fans was enormous ways to cheer along, the streetwise town should be a same too, & certain places overpacked by walking distance, all the fabulous cars nearest parking lot, some are located on the grassy field 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

7-27-20 

  

I Miss To Led A Kiss, What A Bliss

The story has been realistic, one couple who live wisely, her cheek to cheek upon the face she admitted that. I miss to led a kiss, imagined the lips came really close and closer, looking at her truly deep and classy enough, WOW, she got the brilliant spark and brightened up, her smiles so soft and tender, touchiest  skin, evenly the eye was so naked and clear, southern hands to reach, let the inner love conceived connection, I miss her spirit and soul combine either on and on, amongst her royalism attraction, I actually to miss your kissable and scrumptious laughs, those sexiest tears came out and in, I wish to see you in a moment, the smelly hair come through, she admitted to putting her hairspray on over and over, I miss that too  

Written by

Michael James Brindley

7-25-20 

 

Being On

Being On 

Hey you, it's always you, can 

I take a long-phrases came 

out of me, oh yeah... right, I'd

hated someone has been sneak

in my bedroom, give that to me, 

I'll kill you: I have to use my own

words nonstop, come on now, I 

still love you dear little one 

bro of mine, I was truly fine, I 

think I needed back, he 

said to her, okayed, big sis 

of mine, I give you one thing 

to you forever, modern guitar 

and a microphone, don't give 

me a bad attitude from you

big sis, I am sorry about that 

little bro, and same here too

but, may I give you, hot fudge 

sundae, the big sis said to him 

handily and wise, I will take 

you to the finest archery 

championship final, he said 

to her, may I hug you, she pleaded 

to her brother, I love that 

Written by 

Michael James Brindley 

7-24-20 

West End

Going to the west end mall, hypocritically tall and wide, west end street onto the increasable feet, it has been really sweet, intact those eyeballs came out straight ahead attached thoroughly inland to and from, the off-guard parking lot was almost full, some are emptiness in the middle of the afternoon day, into the night time section, we still shopped heavenly, we actually went in the one fantastic west end restaurant for dinner, on that hour ago, we tried to find a car on the parking lot, someone didn't use the car peeper controller in hand, one day before, she found it, another side of the parking lot, The End 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

7-23-20 

What's Up

 Going to the modern-day park, lay down on a scruffy looking grass, not even a single rain has fallen forevermore, pathology trails out there, actualized to be a lot longer, eagerly stronger than ever, one upbeat man who think about something cool and easy, breezy eyes were opened and wide enough, make a good moment to set in stone, without a lifelong job, I miss that, he regrets in a certain way, he has some dreadful feeling, he adores many friends to see on Facebook every time, he's getting older and blossomed, he loves to take many adventures, he doesn't like the COVID 19 crises, one day soon, he wants to have the wealthiest love, he needed the spirit back, the groove he needed & thankful to get that back too, it is a part of his life story, he made an incredible wish, he wanted to retire in this healthiest day to live and survive 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

7-23-20       

Deeper ( Right To The Bloodline )

What's going on there, every state and

every city to stand tall, I don't allow any 

breaking hearts, desperate spirit, honorably 

the soul cannot overbend, not hardly hard solid

the cement of clay, what a day like that, rough 

and tough, it hasn't been pretty, the air is a 

breathable earth, shameless thoughts to see 

and saw beneath the realistic eye, there is a 

I, this community should be able, not unstable 

feeling about life and love overstretched, part 

of the careers on the risk, the dream you have 

those intake hands, unfinished lands forever 

and ever, it felt like being trapped and stuck 

within, but, indeed the secondhanded book to 

revealed entire storyline has been true 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

7-22-20    

Once Was A Little Playground

Once was a little playground with one orange-flavored slide, triangle swing able to back and forward, monkey bars to climb on, and hanging loose, play around southern sandbox was bigger than anything, do you always looking after, when you actually a kid before and therefore out to the wilderness, do the teeter-totter up and down several of times a row, having a wonderful tiny time, riding a bicycle bike close to the playground sidewalk, the benches were there to sit and sat, the mourning breeze carried in, I exempt to seek, I exempt to tell maintain story has followed 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

7-22-20   

Homeward

Brilliant places, check out the high-tech neighborhoods, wealthiest people to walk near upright sidewalks, the community county festivals to set, narrowed down the heat, let intake wind attached further, one fine boy who lived, and worked off his classicalism life, he actually work at the festival himself, nearest cotton candy village, one fine girl, she worked at the finest flowers & books in a small town store combine, very close to the festival area, but, she worked doing the day shift, he worked doing the night shift too, he admitted to stopping by her store in a certain afternoon day, the young boy came in, got her some regular coke, and a small cheaper ticket to see a Broadway show on stage, he kissed her, at night, she stopped by his work from festival herself alone, she'd got him a book called William Shakespeare sonnets, and an expensive ticket to Las Vegas, Nevada 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

7-21-20     

Bleed, I Want To Be Freed On The Way

Critically trees, I think about
life meaningfully in tow, I'd
overthink to see many fishes
underwater, the sounds of
birds, hearing alternate buses
across by, this is unified and
scientist heaven, spiritual
love attached, the wind carries
onward of color, imagination to
look poetic sunlight in my eyes

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-20-20

In A Good Feeling

I adore walking doing the mid-afternoon day. when the alternative trees were moving back and forward, hear some passionate birds chirp along, insightfully song carries on, gigantic waves of the infamous beaches, coloration skies can be brightening upward, one pacific spot to create, some little thoughts came so softly, grab an observed drink on secondary hand-alike culture, described artist bench to sit and sat nearby, the happy-time rainbow has been thick and slick, on the land of characteristically advanced field, intertwine path has been enlarged momentarily, get some extra rhythm of the northwestern breeze

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-20-20 

The River

Technologic waves attached each other, hypocritical waterfalls came down so quick and fast in the certain brainless mind to able to crash, you'll hear little sound, a jeopardized pain inside entire hemisphere alone, the horrifying tiny thunderous and suspicious wind takes and shakes so hard enough, maintain the underground leveled to break another half, the second part of life, some love accurate in time, it might crumble and rumble underneath to flushed & splashed down the cyclone drain, the river was no more, is finally emptiness and weakness, you can't breathe in and out to suffer, inside of the body itself to be a lot low than ever

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-19-20       

Fantasies, ( Final Chapter One )

Opened the adulthood book, brilliant observed pictures to look a naked and cute modelized woman who cherished her nakedness, she admitted to used her exposures on the diagonalized couch, smoothest arms and hands abled to stretched out over the head of hers compelled thee and thou, covered up the thin strawberry cream light wannabee sheets, everyday smile to shine, to make a lot more than that, burning bright eyes to see many of classical color either direction, reddish rose peddle lips was a unified texture, it seemed very sexy way in life and artistically

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-18-20

Seriousness

Righteous method to and from, hatred of rules cannot obey, America is full of people, a statehood people across in the ten foot-pole, we're not trapped inside the horrifying bubble, we can't belong in this humongous tube, not even one upsetting cube, we should've been done many of months and months ago, it isn't easy feeling about life and death issues, every climate is truly clean aired of humanity breeze, without fear, stress out, terrified, spooked, within, it is okayed to be scared and afraid, America on the risk line to line, wasn't good enough, the war is finally done out there, same thought by certain violence's and crimes alone, to keep the nationwide streets clean, we need our beloved friends and relationships close encounters, we need to end of the touchable and virtualized rule in this entire year, a futuristic year too

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-17-20     

The Pickup Truck

Purple and white and gold, crack some windows open, got the CD player to listen to some music was playing nonstop action, he drives like a true champion through innocent road, he shifts his own gears in a righteous way, he pressed the gas paddle, and the break paddle too, he loves the precious smell, he uses cool blue tooth cellphone to call, cushioned seats were so soft and warm in the front and back, he admitted that easily, he got the pickup truck, he'd want to impressed for someone who fell in love with, picking her up nearest neighborhood townhouses, he keeps the speed thirty-five mph, they went to a drive-in movie, got the tickets, went to get some snacks and drinks, her head was leaning the shoulder of his, he attached his arms over the shoulders of hers too, on that night, the movie was running to see and saw three hours long. Titanic... The End

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-15-20     

Big Towns And Small Cities

Small little neighborhoods who walked straightened ahead, as long as bigger should've been and seen, all the statehoods around thee and thou, it turned a brand new place, those streetwise roads were enormous, one blaster of wind takes off, freshly sunshine on the prestige set, digested lands would've been taller than anything else, it'll blow their own fabulous mind, so much of kind too, big towns and small cities connected differently. totalized cultures on a certain field of heartlands and caregivers in time, turmoil of fans never give up their own ultimate dream to see and watch identifies the stadium of sports, smelling the turf between the intelligence of noses, observed of food and snacks onto the concession stands every single line to line

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-15-20 

Frightened

The curse was so wicked and shivered forest, even one lousy fog came, snow dripping in inches deep, more then, forty-five feet tall, it looks like violence's  dead end, upon the interloop state criminal whereabouts cannot be highest and higher equalities, the madness of war on the ruthless field, these viruses can be poisoned entire planet earth, this is not a drill, what happens the ancient alien threats surrounded tons of innocent untouchable people, maintain city we have, the sky is truly dark and scary, all the arts and theater to be empty and spookier intact of time runs out so suddenly, it'll suck down into the one huge plot of quicksand underneath it, never seen the sunlight rises up from the heavenized skies, I wanted to image the day of life, to bring up the arts and theater opened the doors forever, without darkness alone

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-13-20 

Dreaming ( Imagination )

You set on foot, take along a good warmest walk, soaked up the preheatable hot tubs, it takes your breath away. if you at the moment to shine, it held in the wintry cold. and trying to order something warm, infamous coffee cafes, one month of July kicks in, obliviate summers out there, easy on the lighter foot to able stormed out easily, checking whole entire world neck till toe, get some little sweet, across the busiest street, cold refreshed Frappuccino's into the finest and upbeat places around, happy ingrown smiles were the best, and increased vest of color to wear, went to the store somewhere out to the blue to get two six-packs of regular cokes, and Coca-Cola zero calories, investment grocery cart to carry on, windless park to take a breather in minutes

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-12-20       

Outpost And Outcast

Nearby the clouds were white, hashed of blue shape skies, the cutest eyelashes of sparkling sunshine on top conceivable places, moonshine mountaineers to take the longest hike trails throughout, overlooked many clearest Oceanic's kisses, a gigantic sound of thunderous waves achieved, clashes and dashes of the northeastern wind was incredibly heavy, but, solid as a rock, the tinniest and smallest villages in the brain, imagined it was a historical rainbow blew over once before, magical creatures came from nether and either twosome extra kingdoms, one was in the modern Paris, France, two was in the classicalism Italy, Rome attached and received the moment to make everything a realistic upbeat story has started between certain lines

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-10-20   

Coughed Up

In this day forward who think of idiotic words, not even then a word rightful place to recalled the planet of goofballs everywhere than here, this is a home town, this is our humanized community lands, this is and was terrific cities & states never shut and closed down In sac of bananas, our neighborhoods can take a fourth handed book on the statehood wooden table, charming hearts made of greenish grapes, businesses would've been open forever, it looks like blackberries and blueberries in the mix under the straw little basket made of pinewood, adventurous flights were held marshmallow islands to seek and tell the invested story was true, try to sing a Blueberry Hill on the tune to save the entire hemisphere into the fingertips down the piano keys in harmonized sound to be unified, melodized voices were very rich and deep to be close each other beautifulness culture, and live free

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-9-20 

I'll Drive Me Crazy

Love is a new thought, some little things of romance come and handy, when I have seen someone who been watched over and over, it happens more than ever lived, going once, going twice, going thirds, one pacific woman who inspired me forever, it'll drive me crazy to immerge over again, I can able that, I adore to see brilliant girlfriend's eyes, believing her spirit rises up, I like when she'd bitten her lower lip, she makes me a lot crazier, I worship to watched herself anything in the indulgent world, it'll drive me crazy cause of her, it melts and felts my delicious heart, we've become crazy in love

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-9-20   

Lookout ( Part 1 )

How will be in chains, runaway trains, unfurnished crimes cannot be allowed in these sweetheart roads, unable to step old School streets during the day and night, all the business building reopened for the public and private situation status and refunds, be aware of certain things to look out, but, lookout, it is out into the bluish country and states alone, what I should say some little word was coming inward and outward precisely several of times, lookout, on that moment to stand tall, speak out to the people, when I just said, people's people, we need more things should've been reopened forever, speakers who'd led that beautifully in rhythmic tune, can't run over someone's big city feet to kill, went to the modern hill, that's my last chance to say, I met to say, and let them stay alive and survive

Written By
Michael James Brindley
7-6-20 

Cents

Brains can be nickel, mind
is like a flyable penny, one
simple dollar bills of rain were
heavy to drop and drip so quick
indeed, the painful
sound of headless quarters
overturn, is not easy to burn
underground system, upon
the intents dime to keeping
it spinning up and down, I'd
felt bad, I've felt sad about
tearing my eyes twenty-five
billions and trillions of cents
came down in sac of suds

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-6-20 

Masterpiece

Art divines me, what things to look, my untwine eyes
overbook, upon the old fashioned walls at the museum
in a group of amazed friends, depends onto the moment
of truth, a different type of colorific styles and shapes were
hanging loose, statue garden has been mysteriousness
and mythologic of gods work, let it rise, let it rouse, let it
set inglorious and insightfulness stone in many centuries
long, very spiritualistic land to give, intrigued tombstones
can be billions of decade to seek and unified ways, the
good Shepard's grass was even short and sweet, historian
winds occurred left and right, art divines me, antique of
benches were made in silver wood, plastered those kissable
and kind names everywhere

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-6-20 
 

Deep Water

Divine these and those hypocritic words were bad news, bad influence, bad attitude, losing your identity whereabouts, bunch of crappiest speakers who never hold their own tongues attachment every single cent, the meanest man on earth, he said out loud to the American people across the whole entire states and nations alone, when he gets in trouble every time upon of his life on the risk, I realize both parties between democratic and republican, President into this spectrum to stand down, and walk away, he has been deeply watered, he's an international prick, don't vote for him anymore, he destroyed half of the input population and communities determination, he is no longer to reelect onto his career has fallen forever, he never been in trouble around his family and friends near him before and therefore, he gets in troubled being a ruthlessly and sickened President, the world never need him ever again

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-5-20   

Good Days And Good Nights

One time, we have taken many road trips before, I remember things handily, we'd drove all the way to Boston, Massachusetts together, these four were blessed of the scene, in many of frequent years during the Fourth Of July weekend is to die for, we meet someone who was in college from Boston University, we have our paradise adventure, went to the museum from the TV Series in the worldwide history called Cheers with my sister who came along, it was one moment of all time sake, everyone gathered to the fascinating park filled with amazed people, billion of boats came into the sea, that night, all the mind and explosive fireworks up to the airy skies, totalized entertainment, we sat there, and watched the whole entire thing, it was a blast so far indeed and wise

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-4-20 

He Belongs To The World Of Love And Kind

Checking on the field of joy and laughter, the man who compelled his paths and trails walking in the righthanded rhythm, amongst his own tuneful heart of his infamous chest, he's the best person ever lived, American smiles were big enough, he has many certain adventures to and from, he brings the one to fall in love with, he thinks about life and love overstretched, he admits entire land with his soulful hands and feet togetherness, one brilliant spark  of his chandelier eye to an eye, the voice was deeper and crispier, he wants to rule the world, but, he actually did, he conquered his stories can be huge and brightened lines overloaded beforehand, he creates his magic touches handsomely, he likes and adores to read the book himself alone, he catches some melody in him, the same feeling about harmonies too, he feels happiness and proudness, but, kindness too

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-3-20 

Black Community

Once upon a time, all of the communities out there, the high-class, and also world-class who live many of states around and around, showing ability into the third-rate lands, first-class blacks to have their own freedoms, but, every single wisdom on earth, childlike adultlike teenage-like, giving them dreams and hopes, the spirit of humankind, zillion of business workers, big-time careers of entertainment alone, this is about love, this is about encouragement, this is about faith and miracles, we've become a team, black of brotherhood and sisterhood is very close each other, connecting equalities, they keep them to survive and live in a proper way so far indeed, they wanted to be heroes into the community, but, they truly are in life and love combine, people who have specialized abilities in worldwide and nationwide itself

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-3-20

Into The Community

The state of Minnesota, and plenty more, to blown many brains and minds out there, shopping malls, walking around in the public parks, you'll get the opened eye to see and saw enchanted places, a bunch of amazing happy faces, put on your American shoelaces too, outside and inside concerts, sportsmanship to watch professional equalities and antiques, especially, on the theater opinion of the futuristic dream, reprise and reopen, nearby the Broadway shows, one million theaters would be open illegally and locally by the public whereabouts, able to stand tall, cannot unleash to be small and wise enough, imaginational effort to keep them strong, it isn't wrong, cannot be too long in time, if we make a dramatic song about our neighborhood is a tuneful sound over and over correspondently

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-1-20       

IT Is , It Was, It Might Be True

Amongst the air is coming toward, statues and tombstones were very oldest lookalike sculpture near in the handful of the specialized garden, one marker is a writable exhibit bench, it is, it was, it might be true, the twosome couple who led their own days rest in peace forever, they saw and see mysterious lightened spirit clashes through, satisfaction to look freely in the wilderness, admission those voices would be echoed harmony is a sweet little sound, the big-town ghost appeared and cleared who sat down their own namely bench, and also looked five inches away of the gravesite alone, one man and one woman to live eternal flame each time before, held the delicious hands, keep smiling so deep and purred, she was resting her head against the one who loved, one man who loved her the best, it is, it was, it might be true

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-1-20