Fall, Kick Some Ball, Went To The Walkable Mall

Brilliant field of brightness. observed grass even 

than shorter length, those trees made of pumpkin 

leaves of orange lookalike, try to kick fall time ball 

all the way thoroughly a couple of times a row into 

the hypocritic net, watching a sky from the cloud 

thunder came, the rain has started to drenched, hit to the 

car, not that too far, the wind picks up strongly intact

either direction, drive away to the destination to the 

mall, it isn't small, willingly to be tall, luxuriousness 

the hail came alongside, golf-balls, no worries, we'll  

parking underground frigid lot, usually, at first sight, 

what an afternoon delight, shopping away, eat those 

intriguing fast-food restaurants. went up to the fourth

floor, to see a movie, grab some delicious snacks, enjoy

the day, welcome to stay 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-30-20   

 

Autumn, How Gently Flows Of Art

 A few leaves carried to the winds received 

and intake, one sweetened boy came along, he 

pound the guitar strings appeared another world

to stepped on, he imagined living of the dead to 

seek their own family trees, taking a stroll through 

the thousands of trail of magical leaves, he dreams 

of something more, he immerses and blossomed to 

be one musician in the century, autumn is like a one 

the sympathy of nature sounds occurred for, he followed 

the melody and harmony to set in stone wonderfully 

and successfully too, spiritual whelms was even more 

inspiring and colorful, international of fall has come 

further and further notice, when he comes to 

the living world, his family of his own, they captured his 

the ability of the autumn heart and soul 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-29-20  

Feel Alone

I have the experience to see 

a mysterious note from the 

wooden door, when I was walk 

through into and onto the living 

room the same letter, you'll be 

so old, I feel young at heart 

every time, I am not dying 

any more cause of that, same 

letter from the fireplace like

anything else, so long indeed 

and a good pack of those things, it 

says, goodbye coronavirus, let 

my wings able to fly 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-28-20   

Feelings About The Coronavirus

 Into the oddly and sadly situation status reports around the worldwide, isn't good enough for me, I feel emptiness between the mind and heart, I miss a lot of things to do in life, I am a world traveler person, even worse thought to be out to the community lands ever been told, I not that too old, going out to see the newest movies on the movie theaters entire nation, I wish to be back from statehood theater companies able to work, and see their brilliant faces and eyes connecting each other, I never have seen someone I fall in love over again, I don't and won't to feel alone without love, scares me about the one futuristic dream within, I am truly afraid to hear the coronavirus in their own disastrous brains and spirits overflow 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-28-20   

Lady Of The Day

One fine little story, one tall lady who admits to strip her clothes off, she able to play her ultimate flute naked, top and bottom, reborn smiles, settlement looks, reshape eyes of color, make it navy and wavy blue, the thickened hair made of blonde, sweet little lips would've been plain, modelized culture was an antique sculpture, or an outwitted paintings to see the image nearby the wall every inch, into the indulgent Paris, France. the best of France's art become and became beauty within, it's called by, a lady of the day. she brightens up easily. upbeat texture and unified of nature, her compassionate, her royalties was even deeper than anything else, a royalty of the heart roused of her chest beautified and unity itself alone 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-27-20   

Freedom And Wisdom ( Part 1 )

Big achievable cities neck to the woods, enlargement of the state to take one breath in and out, across the nation was even than deeper hope, the world is a better and stronger place to held by, billions and trillions of police officers who protect the innocents over the neighboring towns, by day by night to make a safe and sound, no weapons to serve, be kind, and use your own tiny words, having a good influence around, making an excellent and suburbanize  listener, and follow zillions of steps, no badges to flash away, divine the true color of the heart, the work is about love and free, extreme spirits and souls overstretched each other, remember to go to the peaceful beach, and find the easygoing dream right into the fourth road of freedom and wisdom, reacted like a normal being out to the community land, no more shooting guns into the whole intake universe left and right 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-26-20  

Another Day Of My Life

When I take a metro rides every mornings and afternoon, I have experience being at work late, and I'll be at home late too, usually, I get free rides every time sincerely, I listen to my music off my iPhone, I fell asleep suddenly, pickup and drop-off St. Paul/Minneapolis downtown costumers, I came to work at least around lunchtime hour, last couple winters ago, the metro has some little technology problems to get the door closed, it was a half-way open, so the driver pressed and hold the button, another hand on the starring wheel to drive all the way through at interact theater once, I don't have experienced miss ride cause to suspended me several times, I hate that so much, it is a Metro fault, it isn't my fault either, one time I overslept, my mom called me up for that, she has to pick me up from my apartment building complex, it happens all of the time beforehand 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-25-20         

Went To The Old Space ( In Minneapolis )

 The greatest memory of the mind, I miss everything in there, we have bigger and enormous space, open their own spirits alive, let the soulful friends look it back, it reminds me every office around, you'll get the black box and lunch room was combine, I remember my mom takes me to work bright and early every day, especially to laid on the old Interact couches, I'd bring my laptop along with me, went to the Moose & Sadie's Coffee Shop, one time, I took the light rail every time since, when I started to walk through interact earliest impossible, I take the big city buses myself too, I never miss a stop ever, but, one time, I overslept, I miss my stop only once before. when I take two days off Mondays and Fridays one time, my mom forgets her phone once, I take a light rail myself to drop off  my mom's I-Phone, I remember in the space, we have a worldwide Television set with a DVD player to watch movies those days there ever lived 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

9-25-20      

Autumn By Night And Day

 How heavy and light leaves crashing down from the different color shape of trees, wannabee wind blew in a certain way, it scattered everywhere than here on the Healey grassy platform service, once was a mother-nature bloomed & blossomed, meanwhile, benches and tables standing there, watching good classicalism waves from the beach was calling your name so soft and tender whereabouts, starry stars, half-pint moonshine rises up and shine, daytime of sunlight has awakened ability culture, autumn is like a magic overflow, touch of freedom and wisdom to heal appearances by, actually to move either side slow and steady paste, make a pleasant and urban taste 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-24-20      

Good Lord

 Any tropic land in far, far

away, something warm and 

cozy on the spot, somewhere 

out there, magnificent water 

falls, a bunch of magical mermaids  

came along, and meet old school 

princess right through the eye 

socket, one little secret was 

to treat her love, upbeat love 

entire universe over and over 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-21-20

Future Is A New Idea

 Once upon a time, there was a magnificent girlfriend who loves and adores to clean every time sincerely around there, she keeps her smiles heavenly and spirited, one man who sat on the uniquely and suburban couch, watched one thing in mind to see and saw a movie called, There's Something About Mary, he asked her nicely indeed, can you sit next to me, I got this bigger blanket with your name on it, she grabbed two bottles of regular classic coke, with a junior mint and Reece's Pieces Chocolate Candy, we actually shared bundle of joy, on the winter's night, what an inglorious sight, all that snow was fallen forever, through the living room window, one girlfriend who cherished and honored the heart of hers, he tell his Lexa account to shut the lights off, it is a blizzard snowstorm on that compassionate night 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-20-20    

October ( Poem Of Nature )

 It is almost clear, it is near above the October winded 

trees were waving so soft and chant, bashful leaves

inland ground, October gravel road expended huge 

and dangled on the branches dance along, mistaken 

the paint of color, overcheck the picture was taken, one 

little October farmhouse made of Orange lookalike 

surroundings, October driveway was covered into the 

southern brownish dirt of sands, October fence made 

of yellowish type too, especially, the sky was even bigger

then anything in bluish kind, and picture it into the mind

to restore, divine within, attachment able to move one 

overflow river across the streams, October birds came and

flyable entire flock 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-18-20     

  

X Marks On The Spot

He lived in the Hollywood, California, he went to  

the beach himself, he takes his shovel out, his first 

shovel. started to dig, some sort underneath, 

upon the day was delighted and good,  

the hole should've been gigantic big, able to 

jump down, it has to be too far away, let 

them to sway, all the way to the end, he saw 

the X marks on the spot, double-check one secondary 

shovel, he admitted to digging again, one hour ago, he takes 

a short break, write a novel story from now and then, he 

fled and fly succeed before, and landed hard dirt grounded 

floor service, what, he put his little eyes right into the X 

marks on the spot, he found the fourth shovel, he takes one 

breath in and out wonderfully, he came out to the light of 

Paris, France, from the beach sands there 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-17-20   

Going There

It isn't scary enough, this is not the hippest jungle in the far-out kingdom come forever, one enlargement of the island of love, keep them alive and survive, take a humongous high five, feel of the third beach has been blown of waves out the stunning sound, right onto the mysteriousness sands, one all American sun is nice and warm enough, extreme windy breeze, few little angel clouds came, twosome moons on the lefthanded horizon side, we don't need the music on and on, hearing intake Norwegian, Irish, Scottish, English birds of nature and culture within and indeed, laid and sit into the British long-chairs, drink some islander tropic blue island splash, pre-hold hands connected one by one, one minute summarized kiss, we smiled all day long too 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-16-20      

Don't Feel Bad, It Is Hard To Be Sad, Admitted Yourself Being Mad

Is all in one miner place, can't understand that.. it might be horrifying to see a whole unfortunate world, to make it really happen, cannot pre-hold to feel guilty enough, millions and billions of people who died in collapsed by a bridge, or some building has been exploded of ashes down underneath it, everything was dead on, same thought, when the plane has been crashed in thin air was coming on there, how many of those who take their own lives whole entire plot, not so hot, it seems a lot, there's not a same about crimes around, between violence and war to disgraced and dishonor our state and loyalty, and know, coronavirus was around there, it makes everyone to feel sad and mad same time straight ahead, the madness needs to stop completely  in the time, death poles would not answer from God of heaven 

Written by 

Michael James Brindley 

9-14-20 

The Gate, The Door, The Window

 Pick one of the three to choose wisely, don't think too much on this, put one in the fifth eye, be kind, be brave, be encouraged, the gate has chosen of the happiness and loyal, the door has been opened to choose by, theater world to act, to sing, to write, to dance, and make some art, the window should and would take a humongous adventure, divine to explore and see, take a cooler ticket, and watch one universe to change our beloved worldwide, without a one single pain to suffer around the coronavirus itself alone, go to the three walkable different places, no more idiotic and ironic crimes and violence near the streets again, let the state has their purpose, we belong to the loveliness neighborhood left and right, no more riots and chaos on hand, we give our sweet love to the people of the whites and blacks combine each other, we're become brotherhood and sisterhood to held and hold hands with, the gate, the door, the window to walk through, the humankind culture and nature to rest their own opportunities and respect others too 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-13-20      

Foreign Comedy

 Once upon a time, one fine couple who compare the universe far, far, far, far away, resourced by nature of love, some little sweet Englishwoman to take a swing on the secondhanded garden, she didn't know about the Englishman was behind her lightly to push up and down, he admitted to sit on an eastern wooden chair made in china, he read his newspaper, Hero, she always been so bright and young, Claudio, he blushed his magnificent spirit, he captured Hero's honor and loyal, she stepped out to the swing set, and jumped to his royal lap, he said to her, one deliciously lips were deep and purred, he adores to laugh handsomely to her, the cheek of hers would be so soft and tenderly moist, she leashed his lips attached to hers, he carried and thrust hold her to the New England hammock, he grabs his own chair on the side, and he kissed  her nakedly lips, he thought to watch Hero's sleep heavenly, he reduced his happiness, cause to fall in love forever and ever, The End 

Written by 

Michael James Brindley 

9-12-20   

Well, It Isn't Easy To Tell

 Way back when, every single road to stand two looking and smelly feet onto the grounded path, American people who present our nation, American flag came up to the world should be, they'd have the strength to build our state within, cannot able to talk over each other, once upon a time, there was one streetwise opportunity, white culture has been more realistic enough, and to the black culture would be a same as them too, we're normal beings around on earth, we're not talking nearby the fifties and sixties alone, we've become brotherhood and sisterhood in the time runs through, no more things on the hyper-standard streets of violence war crimes everywhere, we're become one family of the united states and countries combined, telling a story about them is very important business, having their own power to reveal, we need love and hope, let them speak in our land 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-10-20  

One Fairytale

 Picnic on the English blanket over-right sandbox, you'll get sneezy, grumpy, sleepy, nosey, happy, doc, bashful, dopey, actually, to be more playfulness & funniness, there was a story about one young American princess, who love to hear her name out to the wilderness, Snow White.... she embarks her greatest smiles entire kingdom, one fateful day of her glorious afternoon, she brings the prince charming of hers, she falls in love with, a couple of tropicalized & infamous trees, putting their own classicalism slippers off, bare naked feet to feet, the intriguing prince who played his guitar in tune, Snow White able to sing a loveliness song in the magical world, all of her inspiring friends who sang along too, they ate delicious food and drinks intake hands, he stared at her wonderfulness eyes, he admitted to holding her luxurious hand, he wanted and honored his poetic words to her, Snow White's heart was melt and felt in her 

own little chest, she kissed him under the sunlight 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-8-20   

Quarantine

A little bit on the awkward side, must be delivered lines, strange feel and peel to adjust, have a delicious crust of expired green stained bread, how much of eggs become greener to eat that, check some milk carton with extra enlarge lumps on there, how it truly smell, cannot tell, not even the rotten apple can hardly eat to make them illness and sickness, close of death and dying alone in this dreadful day, take a terrifying quarantine pill, admitted to the killing, do not dare to write a suicide note to be written out, it wasn't pretty enough, this is a quarantine issue, unwillingly to say, it is the deadliest path, quarantine word to the public and private places in the neck of the woods forever, shall not break the rule to sit and sat close by, evenly friends and love ones who want to hold increasable hands forever and ever, it isn't about quarantine would be taken by love and bestowed 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

9-6-20        

Fall ( The Word Of Nature )

 Frequent, adventure, literature, latitude, these and

those paintings came from the pictorial frame on walls 

to discover, splattered of autumn leaves willingly 

able and stable to fly, upon the whispered wind 

untied below on the grassiest field, wooden stick

trees, totalized plane, and unsweetened, coolness 

was even refreshed, American sunrise little bit heat 

or too, the beauty of nature to die for, cleanser on 

the brick of the entire block, a good old fashioned 

sidewalks attached and outreached, spiritualism is 

truly calm, check on the third-rate palm, big town 

of birds flew over and over, recovered the infamous 

Mississippi River downstream and upstream, older 

benches to sit and sat, watching intrigued boats 

sailing away, to keep it in the harmony      

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-6-20

Big Time

Good thought, one wilderness adventure, walking twosome feet, check onto the mysterious map of Nevada, Las Vegas, imaginative town, infamousness city to see and saw, the warmth of the wind actually blows and blew, lights can be brightened and colorful, scenario places around by day, and by night too, it lid and led up handsomely, I remember that easily, a lot of amazing casinos with outwitted sounds of slot machines every single row, seemingly hot days before and then, especially at night, the coolest temperatures were down a single notch or two, the best days ever lived, if I think the big time trips right through it, spent the whole entire week to week in hand 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-5-20  

Back To Back

 Maintain on the other side of life, one little fantasy has been unified, untold story was and were enormous, the mermaid who lived by the seashore, what a mysterious eye, and plenty more too, underscore waves crashing sounds to and from the oceanic days and nights only, the myth of love corresponded over and over, intriguing heart of a mermaid beat, her unsweetened deepest voice, a choice of melody carries on, the mermaid's beauty can be royalty red of rejoiceful color came along, insightful hands attached, antique smiles able to shine brighter then anything to lend and send, easily to blend, some ideas about the true fairytale look-like open book, one mermaid's path and trail on the underground service, she admires to blew kisses in million of times, only one woman who discovered that, her father has a magic touch, to make his own daughter become human, she ran toward to the man she truly in love every single time, one mermaid's kiss, a normalized kiss to change the world of happiness and kind each other 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-3-20    

Staircase

Ten thousand steps coming through me, I can't hold my luxurious breath in and out right down there, it seems very long, when I getting close enough, I feel something really warm breeze, I have seen many of shape of hearts onto the spiritualism walls, it's almost of the tunnel of love, I felt the deep sands beneath outwitted toes of mine, I'd think I'm in heavenized and island fantasy world filled with a woman in nude whereabouts, one of them who got me a sex on the beach drink, it could be a playmate model, I was a dog moment, laid down on the beach towel, with four indulgent woman on each side to side, one thought to me, I am truly innocent, this is a staircase I came from. when I fell asleep, not hardly a peep, when I wake up the next day, the island of love attempting me so good and relaxed before 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

9-2-20