Halloween trees crumble, beware the Trumble falls of the dead. Deeper caves and stone never break bones; the cracked and shackled driveway collapsed. The sky's color was a reddish dimness, and a yellowish-eyed moon arrived. A scary hill household in Rome was filled with haunted spirits and souls connected to their whereabouts.
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
10-1-25
Drink up the excellent taste iced cold bottle of root beer, sit down your favorite midair wooden chair, incredible outdoor patio deck, well-going adventure attraction, would’ve been wild and mild takeover, all the mysterious birds came along strive, high five once a day, make your story become truest event complete, the first-class poetry writer, create fandom happy theme-like land of Minnesota, oh what to seek about the pioneer nature.
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
9-29-25
This is a huge wannabe place, tie up the American shoelace nice and tight, keep everything overflow, the world is our new love story begins, there would be the best sit down benches, looking on top the iconic sunlight, feel the happy time breeze gentle and moist, all the unicorn pony’s cross by, one magic like tale alive and well, care bears whom build the rainbows bigger than anything impossible, blow warmhearted kisses able to give and heal handsomely involved, revolution hugs approve eagerly, the land of smiles, the land of laughs, the land of hope and courage whereabouts, and give the truest brightness beautifully, the art who give a gift, creative land shall what to see and clear, don’t look back all those nasty disasters across the seashores onboard, this is our brand new land itself alone, we are honored the land of spirit and soul combine,
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
9-27-25
On this day of life, it belongs to and from the magical heart, and create amazing art, the music allow to have inside open page rhythmized culture indeed, pet sounds would’ve been outrageous, all the greatest songwriters, sang a tune all-star singers, Be True to your School, it seems very cool sound- like journey back rounds, Good Vibration uplift the spirit and soul combination, Barbara Ann shall what the music flows and glows perfection, the summer of joy and fun, it’s alright to have soaked up the sun, falling in love with one singularity upbeat, all the songs complete, filled with passion and grow together bestowed.
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
9-24-25-
The pride and hope would be a huge opportunity, how bigger soundscape unlimited, the man who gives life, the man who’d want something new-bound career writer, onto the roadway street of New York, New York. Filled with one compassionate twist begins a new chapter of love, one rhythm follows deep impact, the wall-like picture of the old classic frame looks, it was a hook into the line, and made an influential colorful book of poems, to poems, readers, one rhythm, starlight flushes near and clears the inner sky of night reunited.
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
9-24-25
Reopen spirit and soul connection, live to laugh, live to hope and courage, every single danceable feet, the rhythmic word bounces conflict, retell the message of love, retell the iconic fairytale come to life, the true meaning romance remain path and trail, show the sunlight shine through out incoming eye flowable ways of beauty, you let the day of magic, you let the day of passion, this is the spotlight world of dreams enlarged once again and again inside, removable cloud stages limited platform situation, let the true sparkle within, how happy till this day forward.
Written by
Michael James
Brindley
9-20-25
You’ve got the increase pen, the blank paper without straight lines and curves, rewrite about nature has been grow longer than anything impossible, recatch sound whom hear cranks melody piano keys like a thunder, banging pots and pans on the platform kitchen hard cover floor unison, just like a drum beat, useful finger-to-finger around the wine tall glass edges vibration musically, window blinders up and down, the one lamps flick off and on several times, the basketball bounces off the wall and back, squeaky voices high and low averaged, like a lightening bolts came the loudest establishment.
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
9-17-25
