Falling Falls

Touchable leaves were attached in color, It changes anywhere to land on the decent and wannabe ground gently involved, whatever it flows soothingly to the service and resolved the consequences out there, the overboard by the legend of Niagara falls, whenever the thundering waters came down in Davy Jones, crashed and burned so quick to splat of sound effect, to realize there was a reselect the high tech machinery to spit out watered straightly onto the misty rain was occurred for

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-30-18       

Hypocritical Journey

It's a long fallout road to walk on, not much rain and snow combine, until the nearest sun came, outcast of warmth, let it shine above, to see and saw outland city in the whole entire nationwide, it's going to be smoother ride, let it stride away, what happened out to the blue in this beautiful journey, to check the eyes of the bride to fall in love sincerely forever on the picture frame, It's not that much on the little word of hypocritical love, a love letter onto the bottle, she opened and read it perfectly, her husband is coming home, it has been long time, he love to travel everywhere, but he's finally home, he kisses to his wife's luxurious lips, a strawberry lime lips too

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-30-18

24 To 27

What the world is made of, the president who never be 24 to 27, he took his own little marbles right through it, he could've not handled the country, the state, the universe in many paths ever, the man himself become older than a single dime, he's not worthy at the White House alone, he's not the man to sit and sat the Oval office 24 to 27, he needs to grow and grew eagerly like the idiot and no good person in a free nature, someone to stand up nice and tall, to prove the parties would've to take him down like packs of suds, we'll don't need a crybaby, and crabby Appleton too, let the heartland of people who choose 24 to 27 every single road came through

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-27-18 

Flirtation

Is like a touchable feeling under your precious skin, usually to rub it on their own boats woman pinewood legs and arms every single cent, something as smoother and shiniest ever, manufacture body would take it nakedly inside, and inner encounter of spirituality mode, how much beauty come to you, let the compassionate right through in your vain, unsweetened dance will be in pairs together, closeness could be able to flirt in style beautifully, all the work should be the top till the bottom everywhere, the neck the hands the ears the head the face, entire body too

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-26-18   

Into The Deeper Cloud

What part in your equality of fate, something more and less, upon the beauty of resourced and reconnected on art together, the fingertips would take it, the toeless feet to glide soothingly in place, onto the earth follows upon the outsider cloud of spirit, the soulful of mind and combined the gate, let it be light, and so much bright came out handsomely, no more fearless, no more suffering pain, no more stress out many of levels high and low, no more little migraines to attracts you either way, find the expiration of love to step on, to take the cloudless step too, let the happy cloud come to them

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-24-18

Buses And Light Rails

It runs really good on tracks and roads, the sounds were catchy to get, let the inner ground to vibrate in rhythm, the tires made of rubber, the train made of steel and iron coming through in sparks of fire, the cushioning seats can be soft enough, the bike hooks to lay and steady between on big time buses, at least light rails too, depends on the customers to take their go to cards, and scan it, lot of them to listen their own music, usually on games too, not much of sleepers and dreamers to take it short and sweet near the uptown of St. Paul and Minneapolis area, it looks like kissing each other 

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-24-18

One Little Ghost Town Parkside Path

Upon this time, there was a spirit came forward, John F Kennedy who taking a enchanted step, he belonging his own handsome journey himself alone, the heart of the town he loves, even more, walking through an old creek bridge to think about life and love in a Parkside before, he sat incredible bench, he kept his worldwide words, mindfully and heartfelt to write, he adores much thought out into the community land, he worships his own country to serve, smelling a refreshed air coming in, he will be a perfect ghost ever lived, one little ghost town Parkside path, he felt so great enough

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-22-18

Exploration

Nearest the inner spot to take, dearest of European alley, came through into the secret place called spinner valley, Italy who live only once and twice in lifetime achievement to overlook and see historic effect, the waterfall to and from elect, not much on insect buzzingly involved, oblivious wind has been blown and flown, every walker's runners bicycle bikes roller skate skateboard to make exhibition of sound, Insert of echoing voice to be heard by speaking and singing alongside on the long haul pathology mode, a wordy mediation was flowing gracefully

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-22-18 

Let The Story Was Complete

Once was a young cowboy who write many of things in righteous hand, he'll discover the land himself, he never ending up like a lone wolf, he forbidden to howl all night long in tuneful brains will be attached, the Longfellow path he loves to walk through the desert of Mexico city alone of his beloved life, his enormous spirit came heavenly, he double check the full moon from the best Mexican sky ever, he carried his enchanted guitar on his back, he ate his own little snack, he live a greatest and hippest adventure, he meant this woman at the bar, he played his guitar to her, he sing it out loud and clear, he got her one tough wink and blink a charming eye

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-20-18

Belonging

Observed the eye to see and free, untamed many of little and tiny lips across by the seashore, It's plenty of more came from either and neither direction, at least about the endurance and indulgent of beauty lookalike, smallest heart is kept inside the unsweetened chest to leap of fate togetherness tenderness, and softness beforehand, belonging is a bittersweet of love, belonging would be something else, even the deeper romance to follow alongside the inner life road sidewalks ever made, belonging the cloud was reaching of arms and hands to hold and held like a whiter pillows to carried for

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-19-18

Cherish The Day

Rochester park was a meaningful place, to take your shoes off, a classic New England shoes too, the submarine sunlight to be glared and glazed perfectly on top the European southern sky, as certain and breathing blue, let the grass shine and combine, relaxed in the slickest air and compare, it is no such executive nightmare up in your high almighty brain, cloudless rain never drop a single drip at all, not hardily to fall forever and ever, the northern and sandy beach was calming alternative waves, to reluctantly love was kept alive in this fascinating moment of colorful art, it is okay being smart

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-16-18

Afternoon Poem

When the clocks were ticking away, until it hits on twelve, not much of insect buzzing around, you've got the picnic tables and benches to connected each other, a peaceful green cut grass would be shorter and sweet, young couple of infamous bare naked feet to walk on, not even on the street of sidewalks left and right The burning southeast sun came, a zigzag wind was blown so soft enough, to hear something crackling waves of Mississippi River, among many boats, were sailing away, some other benches were sat and sit certain way, unmarried and married couples, enjoy the moment of their own lives fulfilled, no worries about work every time straight ahead, no worries about to drive and stuck into the horrifying traffic jams everywhere, just let it fly resourcefully on the briefing day in afternoon

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-13-18 

One ( Part 1 )

Nothing at all.
somewhat to blow out many ways of love
to bloom, It Is plenty of room in there.
one, duplicate note to be written neatly and
kind to rewind, bittersweet breast was made
into cherries and cream, one, limitless lips
were bare naked, windless eyes came attached
to and from, one, Minnesotan hands can be
unfinished feathers become soft and delighted
before, overbent feet to be rubbed and tickled
slowly remarks, one, American legs were long
upon a sweeter taste of thickest honey

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-8-18   

European Poem

In a walkable paths to keep going, not turning in circles around and around to make your head spinning nonstop action, any cars driven, very unique way in life, obstacle steering wheel was on the left side, not the righteous side, it is the European way, every sky is always been clear and dear, world largest place on earth to see through, a tuneful of music become alive and survive to dance free, a songful words right through the European alley, to hear it inside and outside the valley itself, fascinating people were gathered in peace and prosperity, it brings the spirituality into their own fingertips, illogical food was to die for to eat and joy, filled with love come to you, listening to the European birds chirping away, everybody to found the groove, it feels like no place like home sweet home forever

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-7-18   

To Freeland And Freelance

You've got the down syndrome president in earth, he admitted to being idiot, he complete airhead hotheaded, and bonehead politic issue, the man who thinks about something in his little unfortunate brain, alternate minds were ensured, egghead, he belongs to Freeland and freelance in a weird difficulties, he'd lost his forbidden soul, enlarged heart become half bent mode, every spirit has been crushed in pieces, he admired his wisecracking words to the public and private moments ever lived, Donald Trump who can be Donald Duck, he'll  want to jump away on top the bed several of times, he would quack, quack all the way through

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-7-18

Yellow

Visionary is a color, missionary is a modern of art to create the whole entire place in time, obsolete and absolute state would take the brightness onto the planet earth to recall the nation, the world should be extraordinaire, the land will change at heart, sympathy and symbolized the path could've been long and sweeter taste of gold as yellow bricks and stones to be followed, it causes the deeper imaginary thought to describe of humanity, something to behold and held of love, the beauteous was kept alive once more, unless the yellow has been empowered and liquid everywhere, it is not like quicksand moment ever live, think of something to capture of or what, when a young person who walk many places to see and saw yellow sidewalks coming at you, to use the step forward, and release it

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-5-18

Goodnight, Sally

A little blanket was covered in her soulful bed, she admitted to wearing Miley Cyrus pajamas, the sky was dark and clear, some are diamond shape stars can brighten up perfectly, the fully loaded moon willing to shine her bedroom window to lid and led soothingly, she peeled her blanket open, she climbed her infamous bed, she charged up her world-class iPhone ten gently on the nightstand close to her bed is, she love to wear over her kissable eyes, she put on her classical eye mask beautifully, she overlapped her sweet flowered arms and hands to unleashed her apartment lamp off, she sleeps like a one little angel, Goodnight, Sally

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-4-18   

Let The Love Come To You

Here, here, here, as long as you live to be, outputted life was a good place to unreached of love, underneath the heart standing still, it never breaks apart ever again, when It's time to tango, take your time afterward, here, here, and here, romances would take it nice and slow, inspirational words were deeper then a book of vows in scrap of clean slate unprinted paper to write it out neat and truthfully to think straight ahead, here. here. here. and also here in this enchanted moment to dance amongst the wooden ground, love is one easy word to described of, imagine about a woman's eye to focus on, exact the grapefruit lips to stare and spare with it, something is more than love in their own vain, not too much pain

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-3-18   

Storyville

A young millionaire man, he loves to be ladies man and womanizer, with the heart of pride, he has a good decent name should be, Mr. hot stuff security in the high class of Storyville bodyguard, he admitted to flirt any day and night long of his spiritual and sexual encounters ever lived, he wants to rule in Louisiana, New Orleans, he lives in music of blues and jazzy jazz, upon his lifetime achievement can be stronger than anything, no girlfriend of his own life, one tough bachelor in world-famous Storyville, but he tells a story of it

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-2-18

One Tough Road

driving in a three-lane road coming through, sometimes in a two-lane short and wiser street has been open, especially in rain was coming down like a rooster, eventually the blizzard came so hard enough like a packs of ducks to quack away in winter storms forever, a blue shady lightening bolts all the way down in broken glass sound

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-2-18

The Unique Love Stories

The young boy who takes his life since many and decades ago, he never been afraid of anything elsewhere, he has a few crushes before and therefore in between childhood and boyhood, some others could be shy, it happens a lot several times a row, the first dance, the first date, the first kiss, the first good  adventure trip of their lives would be fulfilled, something to hold your breath heavenly, usually the romance was the key at first sight, some little princess who adore twirling, what a fantastic girl, she and he grew up perfectly, went to Middle School together, went to High School together, went to same Collage too, they become adults in love, he takes his woman to the romantic spot in the world, it's called Mississippi River Park, he admitted to take his own knee down, he asked her wonderfully, can you married me, she burst her tears of joy, she said to him, I do, she actually kiss him

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-1-18