Only The Bird Can Be Up, Until The Moonshine At Twelve

When the nature has blown, either way, one owl bird was standing nice and tall, he planted his little off gaurd feet onto the tree branches, his brightful eyes were open and wide, until he finds his mate to make a decent sound of the word become as love to combine, the midnight has answered of time, it ticks away, actually the moment to shine and staighten up the unique line to overstretched among the spine, to cherish the Grapevine, it's truly fine when the moon came up near at twelve, the male owl and the female owl were making weird sound of echoes upon the wind to be shattered and splattered all the way to the adventureland

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-29-18 

This Would Be Something Bigger Than Ever

Imagine there was a unique city with their own historical eyes, Imagine about the roadway street to be overlapped, upon the overstretched should be larger than anything else, Imagine the neighborhood to kept them alive, to survive each other wonderfully, Imagine the place to live hugely in big city house and apartment onto the Los Angeles, California, it willingly the best cities to Imagine for, Imagine the people who walked everywhere in and out the world-class town indeed, as billion of Hollywood stars become the true legends, evenly the big city poets in those parks, to smell the airy  rose, among the nose right through it, Imagine the music was floating underneath it wisely, Imagine the feet will be danceable, exactly the hands to clap, the fingers to snap along in tune

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-28-18   

The History Would Be Alive

When the music never die young and old either way, it shines and combine each other outstandingly, but the three legendary singers and songwriters who take their own faithful path of love, some other paths were bigger by the minute, even the history has gone before, Ritchie Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper who sang in different tune of rock and roll voice on stage with billion and amazed fans were cheering proudly indeed, they've taken a long moments ever lived to dance and listen, to fall in love over and over, to be  heard the sound to make you twirl and swing gracefully, correspondent to write many things, especially a piece of clean and outlined paper coming into the magnificent storyline letter to be told by the mid sixties, but the correspndently involved the mystery behind the story of three entertainers who pulled it out easily enough, they become heroes at first

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-26-18

Once Upon A Time, The Purple And Gold Flag

Once upon a time, the purple and gold flag, it might be waving only once twice thirds, and also in fourths too, we give our pride out loud and clear either way or the highway of gigantic windful mind, it willing to be kind and combind the moment, when the players were gathered onto the greatest part of life, all that love to give many miracles, evenly the dreams will stand tall and handsome, they salute to be proud indeed, it's okay to have many of courage honor hope spirit, exactly the soul was forgiven, the flag to drag forward beautifully, its not about winning and losing into the field, just be there to the center of mankind and womankind to worship each other, as long to have world biggest hugs around Thee, especially the kisses to be captured of, humongous hearts kept beating strongly enough, how much of smiles to be lid everytime forever

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-22-18 

Big Blue Man Who Keep The Beat

By the legend who compares his world of blues and Jazz, he completes his outrageous journey in his own incredible heart to play his incredible tool anywhere than here, the deeper voice to sing and sung he truly had in centuries ever been seen before, Louis Armstrong who take the long walk the new age of music become and becaame alive, when he played by soul and spirit togetherness, his courageness kept him more power he imagine to believe and faith, the big blue man who keeps the beat handily, he can blow that horn out loud and clear, he did it with encouraged and passion he loves, all that incredible heart to bleed on stage himself alone, he rather sing and played his instrument he jammed of beautifully, he worships the world in his bare naked hands, he got the triffic spirit within and indeed, his amazing stories were excellent to tell

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-20-18

Jazz It Up

You've got the rhythm going, either way, the melody who compare the music sound alike to jam alongside in tuneful thought, Jazz it up, all those American couples who woggie and boggie on the hard wood dance floor nonstop action, its not about the booze, its not about the smoking to shake rattle and roll of blues and country in the mix, Jazz it up, you'd clapped and stump the feet in few and couple of beats coming through, evenly the out stunningly upbeat of snapping constantly, the music should be sung by peep bob peep bob, as billion of decades and centuries ago, it willingly to fall in love over and over, it's worth it, Jazz it up, all that dressy and classy clothes were the twenties thirties forties fifties sixties, up and more, it'll seemed colorful than ever, breathable hearts will be jumpy at first and thirst smoothly, way back when the ladies bowed in courtsey, all the fab of man who bowed like a gentleman, as million of men who take in hand and take a lead to and from, escort one of them to kept and swept easily, to kept them alive and fun of their own lives fulfilled the moment, Jazz it up, Jazz it up, Jazz it up beautifully

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-19-18 

Upon The Game Of Their Lives

As billion of screaming and loveable fans were cheering proudly out loud and clear, being at the game was to die for, but going to the mysterious bars and clubss everywhere, its not easy to be crowded in these and those biggest towns ever lived, football could be the best sport to watch in the whole entire worldwide adventure has been awaiting you extremely wild and mild, its okay to be uproarious teenager child a rest of their lives, having the biggest and the loudest parties forever, online Super Bowl tickets would be extroardinaire to see and saw into the eyepopping of entertaining the world-class players, into the front middle seating section, even the nose bleed section was truly upseeing too, but watching it on Television is totally to die for either way, if you did went to the game, buying tickets there, but when the lines were enormous

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-15-18   

Battle, You'll Smell It Anytime Straight

This word to describe, something in your precious gut and stomache together, excatly the heart to tell Thee, somewhat and somehow, the earthly planet to battle someone who love to write, how'll long it could be on this outgoing journey, how'd short and wise in glued to write it all the way through, any topics and titles in your tiny little minds neither way of life, depend on many of heavy duty lines to be filled, the battle to think in upbeat heart, to let your spirits flow, to let your soul compare and combine the wind coming each other, It willing to be a song, it willing to be a voice to speak it out to the community world left and right nonstop, you seen the ultimate sunlight into their own eyes outstandingly, the battle of love, the battle of encouragement and honor, the battle of spirituality and humor in this time, the battle of laughter and hope, evenly the dream was coming out easily and done for

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-8-18

Goodnight Poem

Once upon a November ago, one woman and one man who walked middle at night together, they've stopped into the mysterious bridge, a Madison County, Florida bridge.... these couples watched the full size moonlight, it shines perfectly indeed, evenly the out path of stars came and twinkling like crazy, not that lazy beforehand, she actually stepped on the dreamiest man's feet, she wrapped her hands and arms around his shoulders, he'd and he'll take the lead in dance in the whole entire world to be, he gave her moonshine kiss, she never miss and bliss, she actually to kiss him back wonderfully and kind, the mind will set in line forever, the romance never die either way, how young and old they truly are in life

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-8-18 

Upon The Trees Were Standing Tall

As long the tree would be standing tall, depend on how strong the root can hold and held very tight enough, how'd much of love combine Thee, you can't handle to strike and sliced and diced it down, the heartland to take one simple beat to it, when you try to hit so hard, it willing to be bounced back many of times and severals more, it's not the wicked and snaky tree at first, the beauty of it, it captures on free love over and over once again, as many as twenty and thirty on trees were the strongest, you'll sniff away of Ireland wood, you've given enchanted hugs to heal it eagerly, when you feel like to kiss it, you grew at least about seven and eight inches and feet tall

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-7-18

Sing Me A Song

A woman's cheek was warm and fuzzy, she let things on hand, but in the whole brand new world to discovered and recovered her featherly feet onto the humongous sandbox in this remarkable century on earth before when she thinks and blinks together, "Sing Me A Song" Oceanic waves were sound effect to hear either direction, upon the waterfall has fallen into the southern tears dripping away, it might be poured downsizing and also downstream, but the moment to dream, "Sing Me A Song" her own fingertips would be attached to lips all over and over once again, amongst the heart grew many sizes long, the root has been strong enoughed, "Sing Me A Song" La La La, Bah Bah Bah, Me Me Me, Oh Yeh Oh Yeh Oh Yeh, Hip Hip Hurray Hip Hip Hurray Hip Hip Hurray in the melody of sunshine love

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-5-18

One Last Evening Of Love

Ultimative moon was set and full, extremely bright and colored, evenly the diamond shape trees were straightened up handsomely, the bench was made in French, how to dedicate it was, something cool and ease, its okay to say please, opportunity wind actually blew slowly and decent, it might kick in handly and wise, the off guard grass can be smoothier than St. Patrick's Day, compassionate waves of the river can be floating as it goes further and further right through your fingertips, some of New Yorker couple who walk onto the untwined roadway trail themselves alone, by the way, it'll happen in no time, she wears his letter jacket, he wears her lovely and cozy whiteless and fury jacket too, they stand there on the real steel edge into the railing part of life, he held her inglorious Brooklyn, New York hands

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-4-18