Falling Your True Spark

Admire to write about love and spirit, the voice filled with words, way beyond the words well said, the one dream you’d think, just a little wink of the clarified younger eye to an eye, recheck inner breathable spark, re-watched many magical ideal world of life, being happy so good and pride, let it ride all the way through, very scary image-like moment, it goes up, it goes down every time, just like one extreme rollercoaster mode, that’s the true spark intake over and over again, The End

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-31-25    

Take A Single Breath

Settle to sit on the Norwegian wooden bench, frequent and warm breeze zapped through, Irishman trees were stand-up strong indeed, New England Riverpark cross by, on the icon Scottish roadway sidewalk cement pavement, hilltop sunset below average limit, one American love song will be, unlikely not to be so long phrases deep, take a single breath occurred suddenly, drink up some Hawaiian blue flavor punch, admire to have one Danish cinnamon roll, Scandinavian cowrite and rewrite poet who though to take a single breath, all the truest events came from the beauty and passion

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-28-25       

On The Night

One settle of beach crackles sound, the kissy moon arises, and then, alternate starlight stars appear, in different shapes of color will be astonishing yellow and white combine, the one crystal glass of water transformed into, waves of dark blue clear and wannabee musically burier west end, not that windless wonder rush carries onward, three nightingale benches able to sit and fit close, freckle and ripple of the sand eventually smooth, on the night poem itself alone, thinner trees are still and will be concluded, all the night standard statue-like spirited continuum name stones forever more

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-24-25     

Into One Book

One typical way of love, a fairytale-like quest will be huge and bright enough, not much on the rough side, the Spring garden arrived once before, fairies fly and sigh together at first sight, a little sprinkle of sawdust and Dizzy Dust blew overall achieve, the fairies who led two mythic feet landed soft and tender ground service, two iconic wingless cupids with astonishing bow and arrow made in pine wood, their home would be an epic land of all times, there is a far out village, any shape of mustered yellow flavor taste, all the old fashioned sling hammock in style, festive waterfalls slightly even soundscape limitless, one kettle corn rainbows ability to shine on top the hyphened skies on earth, the gates and fences were wide open scenario

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-23-25    

Once Was

Down Syndrome who lived once in the magical world, and lid up very proud, all amazing youngest smiles on earth like that before and therefore, having their twosome sparkle and soft eyes straightened ahead, and lead from the Polish adventure walkable path, relationship/ friendship achieved healthier in the heart and soul combine each other, they have much skill right there, down syndrome who will be wrapped up to be funny and kind over again, once was a gift of sight, was a land of joy and laughter together, once was a terrific story informs every day since, it will make you cry like that, having a single dream, you’ll make a good team effort

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-21-25    

Tropical Vacation

You’ll sit on the beach chair, readable book, and describe the look near sunrise and sundown enrolled clear opportunity blue sky, breathtaking waves up and down echo soundscape, two barefoot sandal slippers, few chisel white clouds of eyes appear, abstract of trees were tall and wise, whirlwind breeze zipline level slightly emerge, dew and mist carried on, it seem a lot of ton, try to use your mindless heart strands forwardly, fingertips and hands hanging down, nice and fresh regular bottle of cherry coke, eyewear sunglasses, one big-city cap, all up to the sunscreen top-to-bottom

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-18-25     

Irish Poet

From this day forward, St. Patrick’s Day is filled with pride, and lets the magical ways come to life, how’d loud hear ironical bagpipe soundscape instrument, the winded Irish jig dancer perfection, the narrator who tells the words and lines of the poem story attraction voice overflow, the Irish drummer lightened hand-to-hand beat, it feels like falling in love again, an Irish poet who will sweep those bestowed feet in rhythmic, one style information take, adjust your heart to it, and make everything mild loud, paradise parade downstream streetwise roadway super clean, the lakes turn into green flavor

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-17-25     

That's What I Call Art

In the milestone world of colors, living free upright level shape size, living to see downright center, finger painted inside doorway street, one phrase written words came from the middle, said what…. It looks like a simple line about the true ideal path of nature of life and beauty, recall the magical world alive and survive, that was a door sign right there, open and wide hyphened door itself alone, something warm inside of it, it feels like happy love, rebirthing world and land retold inside themselves, everyone and everybody create the heal mainstream door of goodness, admire the art to lived hope and encouragement.

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-16-25    

The Spirited River

Nice and confirm situation surrounded overflow, the water, the seashore, underscore sound escape waterfalls crashed and burned down below average, a little bit of twinkle waves occurred, righteous head-to-toe sank into the love and warm connect texture, so much pure and wise, the spirited River, is like a one wiffle wind, the sun beam through shifted, uplifted light followed by the midday, breathtaking rainbows ahead of skyline, Riverbend bridge amount thousand acres deep, and let the beauty and art shine, and make everything twine twist reunited together

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-15-25

At The Time

You take one world after all, walking to and from either way, let them stay at first in line like that, honey bee yellowish of sunshine splash, one vivid wind blow eastern blush, not that rush, we have a lot of taste of bottle-like Orange Crush, it’ll be the best lived, at the time would have been sincerely beforehand, at the time is right on track, obliviated vacation in between Spring, and Summer takeover adventurousness roadway street, southwest flight, I see the light through two youthfulness eyes at the time zone complexed

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-14-25      

Well-Unknown Day

Well-Unknown Day, is like a memory bank of spirit and growth connections near close, well unknown day name bench overpacked, empty handed field of love and heart received messages long and short, unknown deaths and dying images would have, unknown old school cemetery stones carrying on their own lives restricted, the storyboard and storyteller has been unknown, the war, the violence can be unknown places, a part of historian culture, cannot allow to look back from the past times and decades, unfolded and unknown basic truths and honestly.

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-10-25

Healing

Before the rose came up and shine, there was a single file line, observe beauty and art combine each other, waterfalls and downfalls admit to have, very calm and steady waters, inspires and fires, at first, in handle of desires thawed and flawed situation-like land, an organic of trees reserved heal and ideal proceed, abstract power will be one self-balanced equally straight onboard, when the breeze came, let the air go to you inside of that

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-10-25     

One Spice Up Future

Walking nice and straight ahead, it’s alright to have many bigger steps, there’s nothing to be scared of, there’s nothing to be afraid of that too, storyteller, is like an open old fashion  book itself alone, narrate whole storyline throughout the obliviate brainless mind, settle down abstract wind allow one simple soundscape scenario voice, one poeticism came from the storyteller plot, way beyond naturally and culturally event themselves, it’ll be blown away softened situation and reserved, one spice up future right there, reconnect dreams alive and survive, you’ll cry your eyes out suddenly

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-10-25     

Vows Can Be Joy, Vows Can Be Fun

So many laughs and giggles on the way, we travel around the world together at last, every day smile arrived thee, exactly at night too, whenever you sleep, he adored to watch every single inch of that too, whensoever you fallen asleep, she’d led those eyes able to stare up landed close, they can be one night owl, they love to cry, you’ll ever to try admit to do, when someone who love to sing a tune, or, speak something wisely and decently prose each by each phrase, how pure and deep words each other, it’ll swept intelligent feet whatsoever.

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-7-25   

What'd Life & Spirit

Reconnect with the mind itself alone, self-balance nice and steady, the eye will be onboard lookout take, describe rivers overflow levels, the light of shade remains even more, how’d  love and beauty introduced, the anthology wind of day fallen forever, life is a key of the moonlight flower, the spirit hath of the sunlight rose petals reborn again and again, how strong to heal and ideal right through your fingertips, release those lips and mouth able to talk with words, renegade movement head-to-toe basic,  break dance, is like a piece of art informs direction, it draws onto the floor zigzag paint, Tai Chi & kung foo masters acclaim to have the strength, and power source conduct patterns

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-6-25    

Thank You

Reappear in the friendly word, one touchable line high and low tone voice, rejoining to say…. Thank you! And restored each other, when the lovebirds who want to say, thank you in a charm way of love and passion, at the right time heading to expensive and cheaper restaurants, reserve your order food, one alcoholic beverage, or a regular and diet beverage Coke and Pepsi products, when the waitress/waiter who said the costumers, do you want to have a refill, they said, between, yes please every single time, one metaphoric answer would thank you, another phrase, in the case about that, yes, thank you, admired to say that on the top, yes please

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-3-25   

Spirit And Soul Connect Within Love & Warmth

Once upon a time, there is a one breathable place, some magical areas to put your ironical eyes onboard, mythical and fragile trees stand still, reconnect waterfront waves in the corresponded sound-like music underscore, one older fashion bridge nice and centered, whenever the American sunlight came, but the highest mountain overlook scenario take, walk through the barefoot in twos, hear some exhaled and empowered wind, one fine cottage historian household apartment home, is like a one painting frame picture, they’d kiss through the stars at night colored skies on earth, same thing about the day too, they have wings to fly high each by each, two achievable angels falling in love

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-2-25