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Sordid Remains

by

Daniel Bradbury

I carefully pick through my sordid,
earth eaten remains.
I wait for the sun to come back home.
I sit lonely
& wait
Full of desire in midnight blue.


Boast of Relevance

by

Daniel Bradbury

Coupled w/ justice,
No meaning.
Life & trust relinquished,
Past is past in bashfull ash,
Destroyed w/ raw sex.
Malicious mother-fuckers cast to die
upon open seas.
Gone & dead.
Gone, Gone, Gone, Gone.
Trust & reveal your secrets,
Give up the fuck.
More & more I feel,
& deal the bullshit to the mass: I know.
Posh & rich,
Set lonely in guilded home,
W/ running water & chilling bone.
Push & lie
Lie w/ a changing heart.
Lie w/ the human animals that live in your world.
~~~~~~Boast!
You smug son of a bitch.
Boast!
Boast & greet,
Apocaliptically epic,
Stored & shelved,
Flung into the heartless nightmare.
Flung into a heartless nightmare.
Mother & Father -- Brother & Sister;
Forgive the evil pain,
Relinquish safe harbor for the unthinkable one,
The son of suns, A child born
A bold symphony ------>
In disconcerto.
Everything mixed & matched
Kissed & hatched.
Our little egg-shell heads,
Cradled & perpetually dead
Held up upon the shoulders of the damned.
Kissed & killed, I am a martyr's anotated mongram.
Life & death; Torn sheets on a bed of reeds.
Tucked nicley & neatly |& tightly wound| around a dead girls feet.
Realize your flaws & lies
& die for evey time you've cried
In the face of miswielded affection.
Starchild of peace come down,
& cleanse my annointed head,
(Left for egg-shell dead)
And bless my decision to flee this idealic town.
Born & unmatched
Born & unkept.
Born & left to the best of my wits.
Born & left to stare into the heart of a beast
Left to be sure of my soul
Left,
Left to die & grow old.


Brief Poem #2

by

Daniel Bradbury

Determine a genuine dream of your choice.
Become a world of trouble & constant threat.
Young turmoil & breathing tenderness.


Brief Poem #1

by

Daniel Bradbury

It's time to be sure
of what I'm worth.
There's a dollar bill

on the floor

By my doorstep.

All lifes costs can be paid in a moment,
W/ the ecstatic joy
Of Living


Control Rythm

by

Daniel Bradbury

Just me, me & my fears,
Left when the mirror becomes too clear.
The ugliness in my reflection,
Is the look of my recollections.
My standards stand compromised
In my life's company & eyes.


Pastoral

by

Daniel Bradbury

An all American pastoral
Good Christians sinning in cars.
Wallowing in self induced unworthiness.
Homely & plain & unimaginative
They herd into ttheir pews & go stagnant.
Wake up!
You aren't less than God.
He's not a malicious tyrant.
I don't know Him,
But something sure is there
Maybe not in heaven or in the air
But in us.
In you and me.
I am on the level w/ God.
I am God.
You are God, however little you may want to admit it.
You're just weak & worried,
Live life for today,
For you & me
He understands
Live life, you Good Christians,
For you, not Him.
Stop conditioning your children,
Live & let them live.
There can still be a God,
But you don't have to be worthless.


Guilt Trips & Sympathy

by

Daniel Bradbury

Dark clouds roil up & burst
The evil scent of apocalypse.
Competition of hate & loathing
Gone again.
I don't know who I am.
Gone again
Forsaken
Hated
Pushed
Shoved
Controlled
& completely hypnotized.
Where is my happiness?
Life is a miracle
but racked & saturated w/ turmoil.
I have probllems
& I need help,
Guilt trips & false sympathy,
Transparent
False
Disguised & malevolent sympathy.
I was promised happiness
But, human promises aren't worth much.
Just a little more than I am.
Keeping locked up & bleeding
Puddles & blood around my feet,
"Dead & Loving It!"
A post-card from the abyss.


Lustless Prophecy

by

Daniel Bradbury

Can love ever be as simple
as men can be jealous?
Or, as easy to grasp as children's emotions?
Why must the world's most beautiful emotion
also be it's most hideously painful one?
You cause love to show it's true face
when you smile & laugh w/ me.
You also cause love to show it's 2cd true face,
when you turn & walk away,
unknowing of my soul
The soul w/ tear stained cheeks.
You've shown me love's joys & pains,
& given me a glimpse of real right.
You give me pain & power,
Loving prowess & squalor,
& the power to have lustless prophecies of love.
Prophecies of soft touch & soft words.
I feel everything
(The emotions that are here)
& think these thoughts,
every time I catch your unwavering eye.
& tears well up in my heart
w/ each turning & parting
(Still unknowing)
I secretly weep inside w/ each "Goodbye".
& I'm still known only as a friend.
I would treat you gently
& love you w/ all affection.
All of affection.
I dream of your love & mine
Entwined & everlasting.
For my love to kiss yours,
& your love to kiss mine
that is all I am.
I feel you always,
w/ kisses of my love.


What Remains

by

Daniel Bradbury

What remains
after today?
What's left when you've gone insane?
All I've got left
are my remains
Left to the best of civilization
Let's get away from this place & time
Start a new religion
A self fulfilling prophecy
Rocked & held below
Renew me w/ self esteem
love of self.
Believe me when I say
I only hold what remains.
Cool & loving, I believe what I say
I'm kind of funny that way
I believe too damn much.
You drone on forever
Talking of such & such
Always forgone
Past away
from hand to hand
from day to day
Gone & forgone w/ yesterday & tomorrow
Living inside myself,
Oh, my God! my days are blowing together,
So indistinct & so useless.
Everything is always the same!
& I'm take for granted
Wincing at slaps&
accusations &
Love lost &
false approbation
Archived & sold
next to the poor boy's birth.
Damn sad
& damn bloody.
The power of humanity, it's beauty
is so immeasurable
Immutable
& possibly impossible.
A world of beauty & bounty, for those who care to look,
opens up before us in a moment of silence
w/ the power & rage of wind & forest
a moment of true beauty tells me,
"Don't be afraid. everything's going to be fine."
What remains
after you've seen heaven & we're already there?
What remains
after you clear your soul of worry?
What remains after you conquer your fears??
What remains when you find life's real beauty?
WHAT REMAINS?


Circle Glass

by

Daniel Bradbury

Who is dese voices
In my soul?
Who is dese people
Hangin' round me dat I don't know?
Where is the good times
That I was swore?
Who is this evil,
This putrecence,
This whore?
For the moment I am me
Got the chance to be who I be.
So, come inside my circle glass
You just might get the chance
To see me
for who I am
Instead of just seeing my masking scam.
So, hold my hand
& shut your mouth
Too old to love
Too young to die
Too rich to give
Too poor to cry
Too alone to break free
& too surrounded to be me.
Mischief comes
in the shape of a gun
In my hands
in the mother land
Can you stop me
w/ your prayers?
Can you stop me
w/ your guns?
Can you stop me
w/ your hands?
Can you stop me
w/ your tongues?
You can't stop me,
So, you might as well come into my circel glass
Where you just might have the chance
To be free
from who I am
I'm just sleeping w/ the damned.
Nothing more.
Nothing more
No more
No more.
Come into my circle glass (X2)
Into my circle glass (X5)
Circle glass (X3)
I sacrifice
myself
To set you all free
I sacrifice
myself
On an alter of hate!
I'm bleeding on the dust
Leave the sand
to me
Just come to me
w/ all of your lust.
I need your body
I need your body
Come into my circle glass


Moths & Mischief

by

Daniel Bradbury

Starve your baring moments
Become your pairings token
To test their world ties
w/ a trance upon your mind.
Retreat to your modesty forest
Cry me a river & torrent
Help me breathe & still
there's a hope in all my shine.
Real life is likely
To be all in the timing
The only problem is
that I don't have the time.

(Chorus)
& I'm down on me.
& I'm w/ you.
I'm giving up on you
for the sanctity of truth
Recall a forbidden youth
You're on the inside of me

Detached from your moorings
I find your conflicts boring
Your psychosis does more to me
than it's ever done to you.
So, take your time
& do everything that you do right
Reach for the rope
W/ the know around your throat
You're slipping free
You're bearing down on me.
(Chorus)
Before a new day dawns
You must make yourself belong
Little toys
To a little girl
& all the little boys are 2 toned
Will you laugh w/ me?
Or just strive to be?
Done again
You're bankrupt
Your soul lives in me.
The onset
Of thankless drawl
Blood touch releases me.
W/ it all forbidden
& your conviction bitten
Resurrect the times
that were the times of your life.
Live w/ me
Fake & free
& please believe all the shit that you're sold.
(Chorus)
& now your deepest secret
Is your cheapest public regret
Thrown out to the world
to be eaten like the truth.
Risk another tamed hour
While you crawl & cower
From the faces that
you used to know so well
Now you wrap my hands w/
Your dirty bandwidths
Encased iside your emotions
Like a gun on a shelf
Like a gun on the shelf
Relevant to the steam in your eyes.
You're alone in my eyes.


These Old Waters Are Starting To Run Low

by

Daniel Bradbury

These old waters are starting to run low
Time & tranquility taking their price,
Their toll.
each day the old tides are ebbing back lower & lower
And the old waves keep lapping up
But they seem to be moving slower.
What is this odd effect of time?
Why are my favorite places just drying up and dying?
It seems, at times, that this new desert
is creeoing into my mind,
& laying claim to my soul.
I look toward the horizon for the torrent of torment rains,
But, these old waters just keep running low.
Time and tranquility take their toll.


Loved & Kissed & Killed

by

Daniel Bradbury

Time can stop,
Time can go,
Time can pause,
Time can flow.
& time has times when time just flies.
You & me, baby,
Living large & wide
In time's unblinking, wide, time tied eye.
Tender, tender, tender expressions
Cursed avarice on part of lovers.
Held back, & unloved; Again, hold me back.
I am surrounded by docile creatures of forboding
Sparks of fear in the future
Love,
All along
------------Becomes an homage to a day dream.
Mixed & matched,
Loved & kissed & killed.
Wholly touched & engulfed my home.
Untouched through peace
The Angels of Avalon rise & shine
Glowing prominent on the tomorrow of the east.
Death is through love & trust
Ecstasy is through love & trust
Damn the makers of the future,
Controllers of ultimate destinies
Live w/ me for a moment in time
Away from time.
W/ you I am in heaven
|
W/ you I am in hell
|
W/ you I feel so evil
|
W/ you I thrash all thought
|
W/ you I am insane & enlightened.
|
W/ you I am GOD------><------
You & me, baby,
Living large & wide
In time's unblinking, wide, time tied eye
Crush a taost to time deported sinners
(Those left half witted by chance),
Dubious; Recieve their response.
I've taken enough away from time,
As on the wall the candles burn low.
& as the darkeness creeps in,
The light & I must go.
Forgive me taking you & I'll forgive your taking of me.
Come again &live, Love.


I Don't Know

by

Daniel Bradbury

My heart screams
screams
I'm bitter to the teeth.
So contrived
contrived
So fake all my life
Day dream believer
young & dumb,
Premature &, oh, so precosial
The little boy kid
the anti-social
machine!
My eyes, they start to crying.
I just can't muster up my strength.
My heart is breaking, but I can't tell you
Everywhere I look I see your face.
True love
true love
It's not for me.
Love
Is not for me.
Your Love
your love
It was my grail
Day to day to day
was a constant failure!
I believe in fate
Because I know it hates me.
I know about tomorrow
Because it's gonna be just like today
I don't really know about my life
I can't ever love what I am given
Yes, it's true what they tell you
It's the truth to say I can't feel.
Nevertheless, it's all still painful.
To bear rejection in my heart
& I see my heart is broken
& it's tossed & it's shamed
I can't tell, who is my captor
Who's this beauty I can blame?
I can let be what will be
Though, I'm tired of watching after
I've got to change what I can
Before I'm interred back to the land.
Sunk down low, below my fears
Are all the reasons that I cry.
Can I crush my ill feelings
W/ a tender taste of love?


Rally the Nighttime

by

Daniel Bradbury

-Untouched, pure lust
Wanting your love
Alone & peaceful in my head.
-I'll retire my fears
When I can feel them
Until then, I guess, I'm dead.
-By myself, untrue
I'l believe like you do.
That I may find myself somewhere in the stars.
-I need hope
For this fragile ghost
That sleeps inside my heart.
-While I seek my release
& you try to buy inner peace
My own tastes
get in my way.
I run away like I'm afraid.
We're not allowed to be free
Everyone is just like me
Wanting to break free
from your bonds.
Come w/ me to the dawn
To the dawn (X4)


There

by

Daniel Bradbury

The fallow clouds of sunset,
On the shallow grounds of the Valley
The smoggy sky, beautiful,
Beutifully reminicent of the fire days of summer,
The summer fire days in the Illinios Valley.
Red rays upon brown & grey hills
& freeways & headlights
& my lightning death races playing out on the stucco walls
Glamorous beauty queens
& melancholic desperation
The pander of street corner insanity
Dirt&Decay&Disease
The land of dreams for Oakie mothers
Who beat men w/ chickens instead of axes.
To be there,
To crash there.


Good Day

by

Daniel Bradbury

Another day dawns, picture perfect.
& birds fly by & nestle in the trees that line my street.
The sun shines,
There's not a cloud in the sky.
And the wind pushes the smog over to Glendale,
& the north side of the Valley.
This keeps Hollywood & Northridge clear.
A fine day to drive over to Santa Monica,
Or Venice.

It's a good day.
The sun shines warm on my forehead,
& the slightest breeze keeps the air smelling clean & clear.
This is a convertible day,
A day for a drop-top & some music on the way to the beach.
A day for hope & prospect,
2 ladies I know well by now.


Solid Tough

by

Daniel Bradbury

The party rolls on w/ sordid speach
Dripping atonement, soulful
leech.
We never know what we are
Can we comorehend
Our live unbarred?

(Chorus)
Stealing
What I can for what I need
I've stood too long and gone to seed.
Remember the usefulness of faith
Everything is gone, hope can wait

Can't control massive thought
Solid tough ringing, melody
Well behaved and well recieved
Soon we're all thrown out
to eat the streets


Platinum

by

Daniel Bradbury

I can't wait
But I'll come down to touch bases
Though I know what awaits me
All my life
I've been wanting to change faces
Because I can't stand myself
I have time
While I'm waiting to touch bases
To love you as you hate me.

It cant' be found
What's been killed and bound
I can't see
What fo you mean?
Tied inside

My early winding sheets are a bit too
Tight
To be real in this L.A. hillside
At the sky burning cusp of
Night

"I like looking at the moon through a haze"
"I also like the way the moon looks on the snow at night"
"When it falls"
"When we all fall"
I feel disgusted by your moral duty to civilize me"
"And insulted"
"I am angst& rage"
"Turned up,
Cranked out"

My trade winds gently breezing
My mellow memories freezing
A new time when only shadows see
Crossing the beaches to the shallow seas
Starting a long trip back to me
I hope a long trip is what it will be
"Why don'tI ever feel like I really belong?"
"Where is all the happiness I was promised as a child?"
"I feel like a dark cloud is decending over me and its swooping me up into the sky"
"Where I can see everything"
"And everything is beautiful"
"I'm floating w/out the dark cloud"
"I'm free in the heavens"
"I'm flying"
"I've always been afraid of dying"
"But,"
"Now I realize that I should have been afraid of living"


Untitled

by

Daniel Bradbury

I wanted more than any
God could evr give me
I play you all away, my friends.

I gamble w/ the divine
I graple w/ my demons
Do the means justify the ends?

I've stolen more than any
God could ever give me
My pencilled friends live in rubber fear.


Strictly Speaking

by

Daniel Bradbury

Eat me

Or I'll eat you
Out.
Kill my face w/ hatred and love
Individuality gone, except in bed
where beautiful differences reign supreme

We are me
you and she
You and me.
Sew up my wounds
Heal me
Eat me
Chew on my heart
(The bitter pain

the exquisite, reeling, breathtakeing pain)
The electric shock tooth shot
hot, searing, canines on soft, muscley flesh.
Eat my heart.
Eat it.
Eat it.
Eat it.
And, love it.
Broken blood,
bodily heat,
Sweat and love.
Blood and skin.


Mars

by

Daniel Bradbury

No free jokers
Only losers, and flunky smirkers.
A painless pass between heaven and hell
Painless brain
In the gain of acceptance.
Blue mountain revelation,
Red dirt lovers; Covered
Rolling in rivers and rocks.
Drunk on mother's milk
High on values and faith
Kiss me one more time before I die
Keep kissing until I die.
I love you, and here, and now.
I love peace and violence

I love me and dreaming.


Three Quotes, Three Lines

by

Daniel Bradbury

"Cough, cough, cough"
Lost in the sullen moonscape
"Call, call, call"
Everyone's far and away
"Joke, joke, joke"
It's all funny until you taste death


Untitled

by

Daniel Bradbury

Beat me

Cheat me

Change me

Rearrange me

Make me

Try to fake me

Face me

Light me up and free base me

In and out

Me and regrets, no doubt

Melt me down

W/ ragged sound

In my trust

Shoot me up.


Untitled

by

Daniel Bradbury

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What the fuck?
What's this problem?
Why are things so fucked up?
What happened here?
What's the motherfucking score, here?
Ahh, damn.
Who gives a flying fuck?
I'm through with this.


Gutter Sleeper

by

Daniel Bradbury

Charred and burnt and gone
Flaming, on fire, really,
Is this dream real?
Is this reality dream?
Can you hold me forever, and ever
Drop me, stoned and kicked,
Beatened and fucked over forever

Gutter sleeper
Soggy wonder
Stomped, cast
Aside
All the time, all untried.


9 Tiers

by

Daniel Bradbury

Cut,
I'm cut
Stab me,
Jab the soul
Swallow the pain
Hold it in w/ red cheeks
Squeeze the pain in your stomach
Oh, the aweful goodness of ancient love
And torrid fulfilment of a grudge, ungrudged.


What The Machine Sees

by

Daniel Bradbury

I am a neutral virus
I am a mother's cure
I am bacon frying
I am charred & none too sure
that my curse is not my mind
I am a cathedral mirror
I am radio's unquestioning belief
I am fear of love & everything sacred
I am the never ending quest for relief
from the idea of immortality
I am all dust floating
I am what you love to hate
I am your lover's mismatched stare
I am everything in ecstasy that can't wait
to be set free
I am Justice's failure
I am the streets heartbeat rythm
I am all God's curses
I am soulful vision
of whatever needs to be
I am whatever needs be
I am whatever chance calls for
I am the pockets money troubles
I am the swift, cold draft under your door
chilling your bones at night
I am your vision of cloud trees
I am independant love of blindness
I am a child bending in the wind
I am a chance to charm all kindness
from the hearts of men


Chaupin

by

Daniel Bradbury

Desire heeds no secrets
I lick cancerous tears
Cheat on cheating defense
To scare these lonely years
The rigor of my promise
& my hairless bones
My jealous fears can't surface
To ease my worthless home
Desire heeds no secrets
Faucets fill bucket heads
& rooftops glimmer, winter
To be there cold, and dead
The choices pain the marked
For executions grace
Reality paints the darkened
Corners of imagined rage

Lost in the crowds I'm lonely
As the deaf child, absolved
I catch glimpses, lovely
Of hopes that come to call

Giving jackets over
To girls' goden chills
Being jet steamed under
Fratenal justices
Of love & conciousness
Remembered beautifully
Accepting consequence
Breathes like dignity


Untitled

by

Daniel Bradbury

I am the Charmed Life
Kiss my blankets heavenly child/Goddess
The putrid radiance of pain and innocent longing
I know you.
I have kissed you in dreams
I have kissed you.
Tear my masks and shows and tears
Save me from myself and everyone else.
Lift my heaven up
Lift my heaven up
Save my heaven from eternal hell fire.
Lift My heaven up
Lift my heaven up
Be my heavens' angel chorus.
Be the spark in the pure flame.
Be the current of essesntial streams.
Be all that I have dirtied,
& clean yourself entirely.
Be all that I have failed at,
& make sure I know my limits.
Be my heavens' angel chorus.
Be the current of essential streams.
Lift my stars upon your face and eyes
& dream my world of normal.
You see my normal world
You are my normal girl.
Be my heavens' angel chorus.
Be the spark in the pure flame.
Lift my broken body.
My bloodied limbs and revaged heart, and bones, and eyes,
& thoughts.
Fix me, all.
Lift my...
Lift yourself
Leave me behind, the ripped and battered skin word weaver,
W/ no importance or love.


Lift My Heavens Up

by

Daniel Bradbury

I am the Charmed Life
Kiss my blankets heavenly child/Goddess
The putrid radiance of pain and innocent longing
I know you.
I have kissed you in dreams
I have kissed you.
Tear my masks and shows and tears
Save me from myself and everyone else.
Lift my heaven up
Lift my heaven up
Save my heaven from eternal hell fire.
Lift My heaven up
Lift my heaven up
Be my heavens' angel chorus.
Be the spark in the pure flame.
Be the current of essesntial streams.
Be all that I have dirtied,
& clean yourself entirely.
Be all that I have failed at,
& make sure I know my limits.
Be my heavens' angel chorus.
Be the current of essential streams.
Lift my stars upon your face and eyes
& dream my world of normal.
You see my normal world
You are my normal girl.
Be my heavens' angel chorus.
Be the spark in the pure flame.
Lift my broken body.
My bloodied limbs and revaged heart, and bones, and eyes,
& thoughts.
Fix me, all.
Lift my...
Lift yourself
Leave me behind, the ripped and battered skin word weaver,
W/ no importance or love.


Revelation

by

Daniel Bradbury

I can finally see.
My blinders of hope
& faith in true love are thrown.
I have been released
Love (Or what appeared to be love)
has, at last, flown away.
Strange, how losing something thought so dear,
can fill an emptiness.
The hollow filled by nothing.
Time to move on.
Time to dream of dreams, instead of love.
Time to kiss the morning, instead of dreams.
Time to live to die, not live to love.
Because love for one, is not for the other.
Time to leave this cushy and soft palace of soft words.
Time to delve into unholiness, and vanity;
time to put on the dress of saintliness and chastity.
What times have been groomed to kill the lover?
What ways blind the lover and the loved?
The lover to not see the loved does not love,
And the loved to not see that the lover loves.
What times, and what ways.
What a day to be set free.
What a way to go out.
Not with a tear in sadness of lost love...
But with a smile in the glory of self found.
Her image is forever lost.


Azure and Peaches

by

Daniel Bradbury

Forever.
The chances involved in whatever.
Take the soul of matters, dear, and be gone.
Take all that has ever meant anything, and just leave.
Believe in what has been seen, but can't be anymore.
Believe in what can't be anymore.

Kill, kill, kill
In the dust, dust.
Die in the sand of all mankinds eager deserts.
Bleed on the finely ground sand ground.
Little puddles, little lakes of fire and brimstone,
Little drippings of love and all its trappings.
Little
Little
Little
Little me
Little you
Little children at play in lakes and streams of red
Little babys born of the thick red goo.
So little, all that matters, all that counts, all so little.
Surface tension can't compare to the roiling,
bubbling torment of what lies beneath.
To all our problems, to all out loves,
to all our kindess, to all our keys,
We receed.
And leave.
I give up. The fight stops. The battle is done.
And all the warriors die.
So we all die, all warriors.
I betray my generation, my friends, my peers.
I betray the lost children in a forest of azure,
and peaches.
The peaches passed down, hand to hand, man to man, father to son, woman to woman, mother to daughter.
What do we do?
We leave the forset of azure and peaches.
We leave the homes of peach givers.
Head out. Head home.
Home is found in turmoil of solitude.
Home is the heart of my affairs.
Home is no house. Home is no place.
Home is not you and me, me and mine.
Home is solely me.
I'm not home yet.

So, we leave the forest of peaches, looking homeward,
(each a separate direction, no love can w/stand)
Finding ourselves in the oddest places.
I've found myself.
In the desert of my heart.
Dry, whispy.
The solitude seems holy, and consecrated,
(it's been a long walk here from the forest of azure and peaches)
the dry, cracked mud packs hold, forever,
the foot prints of all that have walked here
and never will again.
I let too many invade my desert when I didn't know it was there.
Now I won't let anyone alse in.
Desert heart walls foever sealed against the
peaches that may be thrown.
Anyone trying to break into my desert heart will only throw peaches, nothing more.


Hobo Man & The Gone Cats

by

Daniel Bradbury

The poor, weary & miserable travler/mystic.
The gone cats & sordid dreams of deep adult lived youth
Like shiny wet pavement under dark, grey skies.
Living in cars, on car roofs, in car still air
Road lvoe & love roads, the terrible American homes
Where gods among men are the ones hitching rides
Shiny auto paint jobs
Shiny man siuts (people paint jobs)
The ragged & holy wanderer finally finds a shower
& cleans of the scent of road dust & star spit
& starts again on his lonely and companioned journey.
His funny paradoxes & beaten paths (worn many times over)
Cross the land in criss-cross "x" shapes
Can the mean & rueful American dream of
Money & power & war
Come true for the voyager that doesn't know the president's name,
Or who's on the hundred dollar bill?
Has the currency changed?
Free load on planes & trains, and short times in people's lives.
Get to run the country from paper bag windows.
Broken mugs and marbles strewn about
as his pilgrimage across the country tries to sleep
But the weary man moves
Walking & talking, reading & pissing
To stave off the ever present death sleep
For sleep is death to him & us
& who needs death?
It hinders money & power & war
& the quest therefore.
& everything that comes along.


Thinking

by

Daniel Bradbury

Mild
My kiss
My child
My miss-
-tress
Love wind, cool taste
My rough, your grace
Asleep, alive
Build your face
Love wind, cool taste

Morning Glory, promised morning
UNdue pressure, a child's warning
A time may come
Like lighting
Morning Glory, promised morning

Love is silence, missing pleasure
Tin foil heart throb, & the child's treasure
I'm here for
All my granduer
Love is silence, missing pleasure

Sooth
My heart
My smooth
My start

Busy chewing at the heart of matters
Love piss dripping, pidder patter
Under, above
Moon chatter
Busy chewing at the heart of matters

Learning hard, fuck poor free time
Missing scenes, like my end lines
In & over
Kill my sighs
Learning hard, fuck poor free time.


Whiny Children

by

Daniel Bradbury

We are gone.

Born of affluence and graduer
Born of love and power: We stay.
Born of luck and promise
Born of disease and jaundice: We away.
Born of pain and torture
Born of entails and mortar: We away.
Born of porno and acceptance
Born of trials and reluctance: We away.
Born of goodness and evil
Born of chance and repeal: We away.
Born of silliness and giddiness
Born of death and the self pitious: We away.
Born of mucus and fodder
Born of philosophy and wonder: We stay.

We are gone.


Liquid

by

Daniel Bradbury

Disaster, a preaching poet typecast miracle-Beat Box tragedy-Nothing for free always for me always always always for a bombastic beatific cost triage-Lucky strike for once in a while stuck in traction a mind in a full body cast-A car on the edge of a precipice road driving and swerving and spinning uncontrolably-Nothing changing nothing new nothing changed and nothing used-Capsized realligned broken back for the best of humanity-Useless rabies babies chewing on gnarly little roots churning in the rust bound clay soil-Like to try-Like to be mine forever and never-Pure nothing inside your fathomless totallity-Neutral corners where the blood puddles up like liquid silver in a hatters workshop-Little men crying for their rabies babies to come home to the challenge of living for home and compromise-Promise and compromise on a backboard of spinal fluid and bone markings-Weíre all together in a world of dripping faiths and sweating glasses of luck-Sample my sad trials that seem so trite and petty and meaningless in hindsight like the little wars that have ravaged this little place we live and breed and multiply like aphrodisiac ridden rat mice-Little gnarly root chewers crawling through your drawers and cabinets to eat all your clothes and wrappings and leave you naked for the world to see all your nude glory and failings-Your reality as a member of the human race your naked beauty-Book beauty read looks and charm beyond the limited scope of your misfit eyes rolling around in their sockets to and fro like children in a sandbox-Lovely little things you can find in your pockets that surprise you with supplication in a time of need


Life

by

Daniel Bradbury

Simply put, I feel a loathing in my heart. Something that canít be lived without. Itís like a memory of something long past, long gone, that keeps you going on into time unknown. Waiting for something new, something to justify the wait into time and life. But what? What is this mysterious driving force behind life and all itís greatness? Is it life itself, the inspiration of living and living for all time? Is it love, and the gain thereof? Is it something living deep in the starry expanses of night, waiting to take you home again, back to your strongest point, your happiest incarnation? What is it that drives you on from day to day, night to dreary (albeit happy) night? Give thanks to the life provider, whom ever it may be, or not be. Evaluate your life and times, look for your driving force and your reason to live. Is it that youíre scared to die, or is it that youíre too in love with life? The greatest mystery of life is not; "From whence did it come?" or "Where is it headed?" or "Why is it headed there?" The greatest mystery of this life, on this earth is; "What keeps us going, why do we live, and what is our obsessional, clinging lock on life?" This is the greatest quest, the answer to this dead-end question. Look and look, keep searching for that... spark. That spark that started and feeds the flame that is your eyes. That burning gaze, that locked on stare. Burn it, burn it. Blaze into the eyes that latch onto yours, and burn them away.


Everyone

by

Daniel Bradbury

Everyone dreams like dogs on hot daytime mats - W/ mismatched lyrics of dead songs tripping through their heads - Sad like reminders of all the past coming back - Sad like that one girl who holds the universe in her hands - her lips - her thighs - We all dream of all the past coming back and living again, foreign dripping and tripping from here to nothing - Piles and puddles running down hills of shit and love piled upon the remains of a scorched Earth - Char me - Burn me - Beat me - Be me - all but love me - Change and look like all the things youíve seen grow ahead of you, all life bigger and stronger than yourself - Everything different than you - Everything better then you, which is not all that odd - Leave your toys and dirt behind and change the world for ma—ana, for tommoraí - El coraz”n destrosado - The broken heart and the story thereof - Sad, sad, mad, mad - Lay on your summer mat, like dogs dreaming of flying trough the winter moon beams - Fly through the winter moon beams while dogs dream of being you on their hot summer mats - Nothing has changed, nothing is right - No grammar - No spelling - TV dream show - Death on the airwaves, flying and dying - Stars trying to control all our fates - Stars on the move through heavens - Heavens on the move through you - That one small grain of sand nagging at the base of your brain - That one girl that just wonít loosen herself from your mind - And soul - And fire eyes - A drown rat that lives in that small space between your ears - Swim, climb, breath, speak - BE - Can do - Speak - Run to... That one - That star on the move through your heavens - Your Zodiac darling - Your astrological dream - So much like tommorow in every way - So much you and herself alone - And together - So illogical, so real and abated - Much like yourself and everyone else and her, and you, and me, and they, and all the universe of which we know - Everyut Everything that time can show - Sappy, like the happy little puppy, running around in open, sun dried fields, turning into the tired, sad old dog dreaming of flying through the moonlight - This tired, sad old dog keeps dreaming of flying - And I keep dreaming of all the love I hope for - So, I dream, on the chance that dreams come true - I dream of planets reeling - I dreams of the Sun setting and the Moon rising - I dreams of everything - I dream of you..............


Sob Stories

by

Daniel Bradbury

I've lost a love I've never had.
A Sob Story.
Sarah's mistreated the love that wrapped her life in a warm blanket on a cold, bitter day. She's lost the love that would give her his teeth.
A Sob Story.
Jason's love has flown away to Sin City. She cracked his surface of cynicality but it healed over twice as thick. He talks about his feelings now.
A Sob Story.
Sawyer's lost the love that completed what he's always had. He's lost the perfection that made the two of them together the twin of God. He drinks with me, now.
A Sob Story.
Ryan needs a love to kick himself straight and clean. He's seen love in the eyes of so many who didn't know their own power over another human soul. He's too high to see, now.
A Sob Story.
Stephanie is pregnant and engaged. I trust her when she says that she's found love. I don't like him. I only want the best for her, but what I wouldn't do for one more chance at her.
A Sob Story.
Chad got dumped in the summer. He gave her all his money, bought new shoes and started walking California. I haven't talked to him in months.
A Sob Story.
Geoff's still after his dream, fucking as many women as possible. He hasn't found love, yet, and may not until later life when his sex drive subsides.
A Sob Story.
Nathan is still in love with the perfect mate for himself; Himself. He speaks so deep, and true, but it's all bullshit. It's the story of his courtship with himself.
A Sob Story.
I've lost a love I've never had.
Just smile and walk away.


Ahhh..

by

Daniel Bradbury

Forgive me, evryone.
Forgive my misstepping and unguided hands.
I'm on and on forever.
Drop hints in my lap as to how to redeem myself.
Two blonds. Just two girls, I've fallen in love.
Years and years loving and waiting.

Just one fucking kiss.


Floating Away

by

Daniel Bradbury

Don't cry for me
Don't cry for me
When all is said and done
This is the way that I'd rather be

Don't cry for
Don't cry for me
The way things stand
This is the only end that I can see

When changes are felt
And new hands are dealt
The real world is knocking at my door
When the ones I trust lie
Or the ones I love die
That's just the real world with it's hands around my neck

Floating away
Floating away
When you wake up
Where I slept will be empty

Good-bye
Good-bye
Is the only thing I can say


Rainy Day Baptism

by

Daniel Bradbury

Banks of storm clouds
Can't communicate
Gentle breezes
Are too cold to sooth
The clouds are so thick
The sun cannot shine through
Dark as dusk in
This rainy forest scene

I've gone all and all
To call these rains
I wash away my sins
In these rains

Dripping pine trees
Holding a secret thought
Shiney black top
Mirrors the diffuse light
Falling rain drops
Are someone's tears for me
Drenched to the skin
Rain is my spirit's song

I forgot the elemental lesson teaching everything
I now see the elemental lesson teaching everything

I'm so here it feels unreal
I'm so gone this must be real

The rain surrenders to my pain
And I surrender to the rain

We're all stuck when
Things won't change around
Nothing thing changes
When sun won't turn to cloud


Untitled

by

Daniel Bradbury

Blue bleating masses of undefined Christ crackers
Code crackers
Helicopter summoning rolling on liquid jostle bearings
They squeak over oiled landscapes
Holding handfulls of free-form matriarchies
Mama's running families through windows
And into the ground
As chopper blades beat and speak
Changing faces like little boys
And swapping family members for redhead romps

They want that
You wan this

I want a hand full of cherry flavored seconol
And a nice couple of beers to wash it down.


Mumble-Jam

by

Daniel Bradbury

We're not slipping
Not slip falling
Not brow beating our hedonistic past into being
Again and again

Beating
Again and again
Mix match kick backs swapped around and lost
Mumbling heart strings humming
Mystery tunes and melodies
Smacked out eyeballs rolling
And rocking unaware of anything
Junked up lips tumble mumbling
Morphine nothings
Sleepless heroin mumble jam


Untitled

by

Daniel Bradbury

I'm patient but I'm tired
I'm sick and I'm a liar
I don't know where to turn
To change my direction
I could be a holy man
Except for the sins of man
Tell me what to say
I've lost my connection
I am the enemy
But fund the underground
I burn myself down
With sharp contradictions

I'm burning
I'm a cathartic voice
I'm dumb, voiceless
My eyes pierce the fog of justice and perversion


Who

by

Daniel Bradbury

Who do you think that you are?
Who is you were born that you can take sides?
Is you car faster than mine?
Yeah.
Are you better looking than me?
Uh huh.
Are you stronger than me, richer than me
and do you get laid more than me?
Probably.
Could you kick my ass at a moments notice?
Most likely.
So, why do I keep living, struggling day to day?
To be honest, I don't know.
I just do.


Sure Shot

by

Daniel Bradbury

Dancing in the moon beams
like when we were kids
Sarah's in a suitcase
trying to forget
Everything we've told her
about how life goes on
Sawyer's in the corner
playing his favorite song
Ryan's in the back
smoking his tears awake
Jason's in the front
loving his life away
And here I am
locked up in the bedroom
With my shattered mind
and this pathetic broom
Trying to clean
everything I've fucked up
Forget, my heart,
being roughed up
Just like me
to forget who loves me
When there's that
one woman who shuns me
Farewell, fuck you
I never liked you anyways
I've always loved you
I'll come visit you someday
Your brand new baby
clinging to your breast
The insecure father
puffing up his chest
So, plans don't work out
and dreams are for little kids
Sawyer start that song over
I want to hear it again


Unwaged

by

Daniel Bradbury

Unwaged symptome
are my red eyes
Skagged out and drunk
Belittled by the platonic
love
"Shrug" love
Because I'm leaving love
Have been gone since dawn love
Still drunk in the morning love
Back in the car ride silver pine love
Empty seat belt mellow fuck love
Empty seat, empty belt, fuck love
love
empty empty empty empty empty empty empty empty love


Meteorite Coming

by

Daniel Bradbury

Sun break slithering
across moonscape night visions
Day dreams of day break at midnight
blinded by the moon's own light
Meteorite coming, put off the day light
Night time breeze
through the Snake King's trees
He embraces me in his soft, cool coils
and I know my fate
I worship the sun
but my prayers only reach the moon
so the moonlight shines as bright as sun
And I cry for the Snake King

I will risk rising and falling
where as you just rise
I can attain the highest breaks
while you wallow in the true altitude
I'll become a god and die
and you'll just be a hero forever

The dark side of the moon
is the flip side of all my prayers
and the sun burns the air I breathe
"Thanks for the prayers, son."
Snake King kisses the moon
and I cry for his affair
with a ghost, ephemeral
I won't let him cry for me
No affair, no prayer
Meteorite coming, pray for day to come late today
In my quest to keep Snake King from crying for me
I let the moon weep torrents
"Look out, there's more to come, boy..."
The sun laughs


Open City

by

Daniel Bradbury

Open city!

Where is my gate?
What am I supposed to do to get you to hear me?
I want you to know my words
I want my words to fall on your deaf ears
I want my words to fall on your def
D-E-F
ears
Because your ears are what make my words def
Alone, my words are soft breezes in a hurricane
A match thrown into a crematorium
The magic is in the ears, baby
that's where phrases become sacred
and sentences turn profane
There is no defining line between the sacred and the profane
when firts the words are uttered

Open city!

Locked down because they saw me coming
"Fuck that boy and his words."
Locked down and shut up like tattooed skin
marked for-fucking-ever
so you better make damn sure its right
Look at me!
What can I offer you?
Only my screaming, beating, YEARNING ramblings
Because you know what I'm reaching for
Because you want it, too
We want to moon and sun in our mouths
Like burning/freezing ice cubes of sugar
Hanging from the moon
a prisoner hanging from a bare pipe in a cell
You are an old poet
listening to my new poet whispering nervously
You are the wisdom that gives my breathe meaning
I am just a mixed up mouth piece

Open city...
Open city...
Has clenched me in

Lips And Lungs, Recollapse

by

Daniel Bradbury

The brace of life long contradictions
sag with the weight of pleasure.
I dream the eyes of all
and in all I am the eye of the dream
I rage, ecstatic, into some kind of blue void
And rail, unabashed, against a red brick wall
Trip and fall
Trick you all to believe my connections
I am not what you percieve, and chose to believe
I am many more degrees toward the 360
Much fuller
Closer to a circle than you believed
Braced by my imagination
Traced across the face of ages
My lips and lungs recollapse
And I hold as truth what speaks of truth
Because truth cannot define
or uncover itself, truth does not exist without a mouthpiece,
So, the mouthpiece itself is pure truth
And my lips wrap around this strange thought
and speak it to my ears, from my lungs
And my eyes just kind of bobble uselessly
searching for beauty in truth
and truth in beauty
But only temptations are found
(A beauty in themselves)
So I give in to absolute pleasure
And lips and lungs recollapse
Hips and tongues reattatch in abstract measures
To tempt fate to cut loose the Sword of Damacles
Swinging over my head
like a viscious plumb bob
To stick my head the banquet table
and apple on a skewer
Each drop of blood proclaiming the contents of a pornographically explicit dream of naked physical beauty
That I've had at some point in my days
A thread
A thread
Is all that stands between me and collapse
Damacles is giggling somewhere,
as each fantasy and pleasurable vision adds an ounce to the weight of the sword
Adds a pound to my already strained braces
It's iminent
Lips and Lungs, Recollapse

Mind Slide

by

Daniel Bradbury

Beaten and bleeding
Slamming through thought processes
Like flack jacket jack hammers
And marmalade martyrs
Crushed with rocks in Salem in 1692
And spread on my New Millenium toast points
I howl while you bite voice
And choke it back before it can hurt
And my verbal daggers go unguided
And we're at the roots of seperate evils
Head butting and grinding
But the evil of poetry will triumph
Because it's evil disappears when unopposed
Evil is stripped like muddy clothes
To reveal the glittering dark
Of eyes taped shut for too long
I'll trade you day for night
And right for wrong
Interchangeable are the elements of physical life
One can rearrange the makings of the spititual bright
And gaze on the eye of Dog
And pat the head of God
Drunk in the reverence of the mysteries
Stumbling home to the arms of emptiness
Seeing what is meant to be seen
Hearing what is meant to be said
Coming and going as two beings
Giving and taking the "True Feeling"
Orgasm of blindness
At one with oneness itself... but...
Stop!

Brush off and go home
The dirt will be here tomorrow night
And the rain will be back next winter
beyond doubt
But these feelings...
Intuitions are fleeting
Give in, little child
Step away from your night light
And come dance with me in the dark
Because "...darkness is not to be seen as
or equated with ignorance..." *
Or danger
Set yourself free child.

* From Saul Williams' "Coded Language"

Sex and Love With S's

by

Daniel Bradbury

Unsurpassed dreams of unsurpassed scenes
Of peaceful fuck
Or luck striking headless lightning
Like love stroking hoodless passions
throbbing

I am the point of the needle
Etching your skin with the art of sin
Of which God has no need to forgive
Because all is already forgiven
Paid for in blood and sweat and tears and cum
By Jesus, and Buddha, Mother Mary, Cleopatra, De Sade, Street Side Prophets, Kerouac, Star Gazers, Lawrence and all cross sections of humanity that bleed, sweat, cry, or cum

I am the dew drops of unsung morning
On blue rose petals
Blooming to gorgeous folds of bliss
And turning pink
And I cling like ink to paper
Swept away in washes of pleasure
Disposed of or cleaned and put back in a drawer

Of Love and Fear

by

Daniel Bradbury

Of love and fear
I comb her from my mind
Like a kinky knot from my strange hair
And for all my effort
Her broken hands are still tangled there
Like insect netting and mosquito queens
In search of the pulsing veins of kings
Heroin needle snouts deliver
a tiny welt raising high
And her vaporous essence rolls
in my blood shot, maleria stung eyes
She's breathed my breath and jump started
my tired heart
But, it's been so long since we've been apart
that there are no longer any shared physicalities
No oxygen atoms in her blood stream
That escaped my lungs
No skin cells that she has touched
Left anywhere on my body
Individual and broken
Slagged and pasted
By non-binding glue we've found in strange hearts
We've made the science of loss into separate arts
of sex and drunkenness
And, fuck, we're still alone
So, of love and fear I go to sleep
And of love and fear I will wake up
And craziness cracks my surface
On lonely nights after too much wine
Alcohol is often converted to tears in my system
though those tears aren't always spilled
Of love and fear
I kiss my fantasies of her
Of fear and love
The ants of time consume me

Cunt-tree Of Ambition

by

Daniel Bradbury

We've got to replace the word "ideals"
With the word ideas
Because ideals are what you kill for
And ideas are what you mill your thoughts for
We've got to replace everything we know
with something else
Bring me all your useless gold bars and bricks
And I'll melt the down and cast dildos
and solid gold pricks
To pleasure the inner sex goddess in everyone
24 carat cocks and jellied platinum pussies
"My limp wristed hand scans
your mound
seeking your tingling clit
As my tongue explores
the neverland of your breasts"
We must replace politics with sex
Diplomacy with fornication
A sacred bond to bind a nation


Mars II

by

Daniel Bradbury

In states of perfect passion
Reverse ecstacy glows it's own
Funky spider web brilliance
The craziest moon light shines down
Illicit pleasures of the base mind,
Having nothing to do with the body,
Careen into my eyes
Cool, red, iron laden dirt
Is welcome calm in a Dog Days' night
Prolonged Indian Summer deep night
Running in bright moon light
Pine and rock are pillars and tile
For children escaping to the forest


Cyrano

by

Daniel Bradbury

I am Cyrano
I can make anyone or anything
fall in love with me
until I step from the shadow
Practical experience tells me
the only way I'll be happy
is to stay hidden
Under night and shadows

"It's too hot in the sun, anyway."

Tell that to children playing in fields
Or couples sleeping on beaches
The sun seems so warm,
so nice
But I'm restrained to seducing
lonely stragglers into my bedroom
where my lights always stay off

Tendrils of my words and personality
creep around the wall to tickle your ego
and stroke your self worth
and fill you with erotic dreams
that physical beauty has never inspired

But as you round the corner
adoration and desire fade to pleasant friendliness
in an instant of comical re-evaluation
limited wondering and "What if"'s

But the small tickle of seduction
of DESIRE will haunt you forever

"How could he reach me like that?
How could I feel that for him.
I mean, look at him.
But his words..."

You think my tongue works well just forming words?
Maybe you should get to know this Cyrano a little better

If I Were My Girl

by

Daniel Bradbury

If I were my girl
I'd be a daytime star
If I were my girl
I'd constantly have reserve tears waiting
If I were my girl
I'd eventually drown in wine
If I were my girl
I'd end my boy's dreaming
If I were my girl
I'd be tragically beautiful
I'd smile knowing and loving
I'd understand
And let go
If I were my girl
My hand would never be closed
And tucked away
My shining eyes would beam morse code
Saying, "I get you..."
My mouth would be a gateway to poetry and jazz
If I were my girl
Trial and error would be another term for love
I'd be a drain and rejunenation of my boy's faith
I'd come in as one and leave as one,
leaving him as fifty (shattered)
If I were my girl
I would realize my powers and relent
Release them
I'd unlock the prudish thighs of my mind and inhibitions
If I were my girl
I'd be everything to love for
I'd bring moonlight to the cloudscape
I'd be the noises of rain or train or wind
that remind him of his homes
If I were my girl
If I were my girl
If I were my girl...

Blue

by

Daniel Bradbury

Resurrect me, Sarah
Make me strong again
With the way midnight dances on your olive skin
Show me joyous secrets
In love there are no sins

Plutonium nightmares
Atomic dreams
Plutonic loversí passionate screams
Sheís a feather on my wing
And a dancer in fields of lazy friends
And head and shoulders above the microcosm of me
She is a portrait of Jack and Jill perseverance
And she exemplifies the hope in everything
She is a soft heart beat and fast breath
She is a lost child in her womanís body
But she is the wisest child
She is forever wildly tamed

Borrowed Time

by

Daniel Bradbury

Given the chance to be seen as you are
Would you change what you've been and pretend you're static?
Loose leaf rebellion kept on the low
Locked up in time and all that you love
Changed for the sake of what you might be keeping
Longing for the time to search through your mind
And find all those things that cause your beauty
Nothing is true and nothing is real
Nothing is made until you've seen and thought it
We're all overcome and we're all set in awe
Smacked in the eyes by all creation
Lobbing time bombs into the heart of our minds
Living in suspense until their random eruption
Tearing apart yourself for the sake of rebuilding

Jump in for a ride
Become solace for a turmoiled justice
Change me
Lock my personality in place
Like revolution on pause
Like time in a grave yard pose
Oh, so sweet in it's tied up glory
All fucked up

A tale of chance
And fate/one on the same
Confusion, disillusion
Borrowed Time

Startle Wake

by

Daniel Bradbury

All the rules have been bent
The niceties spent
Living a life like mine
Can lay a touch on the soul
Maybe Iím just dreaming to dust
Drying my soul out while waiting on dreams
So, I donít have a real place to fill
I donít even know what Iím still out here for
Itís hard to see over all these hills
And I know that not every road leads to you anymore
Youíre the only mumbles Iíve ever heard
Iíll tear you down
Your haze is the firmest base Iíve ever had
My ear drums burst
The blue chords wrap up all around me
Youíve withstood blame
In the cityís sleep
Little shards are still in my eyes
Kiss them clean and heal with time
Donít you believe in fate?
Or am I too weak and too late
To see what happens to change
when itís on itís path to you?
Youíre the only mumbles Iíve ever heard
Iíll tear you down, given the word
To build you up more gloriously than before

Mortal Sin Number One

by

Daniel Bradbury

She is everything good
And everything bad
She's every dream men have ever dared have
Because she reaches depths
Inaccessable to ordinary people
She holds dreams in seed of deeds
And plants them deep in my mortal needs
And visions change for every trade made
By the hands of those un-trained
In the ways of seduction
And restriction
Nothing changes here and now
And feelings make 180 come abouts
To re-present to me
What they represent in timeless void
And I suddenly understand the noise they're making
And let my emotions scream
Like baffled banshees to the world
And confused screams from my stumbling tongue
Perplex my already bemused ears
So I shut up and sit down
And stare at a wall that's more drunk than I am
And I spin in early morning oblivion
Stars hazey through smoggy blurred eyes
And I sigh...
In the sin of boredom


Mortal Sin Number Two

by

Daniel Bradbury

The washing sins of fruitful trust
Crashes over my eyelids
And cries me blind
My hands are in two positions
Clicking off time
Like time trial and errors of seconds
dropping cruelly on faceless brocades
And broad, proud shoulders
I cannot begin to express
The regret I have for choices I've met
And overcome with indecision and guilt
Because guilt is the mortar
With which the house of lonliness is built
And the explosive that will demolish it
Only to be rebuilt in Heaven sent, blind reknown
Bordering in pre-cognizant recognition of fate returning
To deal new cards to shakey hands
Fingers delirious and drunk with remorse
Forgetting that fingers tickle musical notes
And explore the cavernous nothing of skin and gripping flesh
Dripping fresh liquid excitement
But it's lost enticement to trembling fingers
Of wanderers and seekers
Of runners and holy thinkers
Now, I sit soothed and still
In the new mortal sin of steady fingers
Excuse my side stepping language and love of metaphor
Perhaps straight talk could perform better for
your ears, so as you need not think
Or seek, Holy Drinker
I stew in the mortal sin of trust of time


Promises

by

Daniel Bradbury

Hearts break
Love makes (Of it's own accord)
Slight of hand
Sliding eyes waiting (You make my promises into magic tricks, parlor games)
I boom to become
And hide while becoming
I bounce between sides
And forget where I'm coming from
I am an empty drum beating out your heart, and you know it
But you don't love me enough to show it when I strike a nerve
I hug your turns and embrace your curves
But my love must be the straight and narrow
My promises must be logical and add up to an even zero
But I miscalculated and went soaring to the moon
Which I tried to bring down to you, but your past lovers wouldn't let me
I am, word for word, heartbeat for heartbeat,
Everything your heart has ever needed,
And exactly the opposite of everything you want
So, take what you want
Pick and choose which promises you'll use to lift yourself to the moon
Because I'm sick of the dance about
Are you in, or are you out?
There's no question where I stand
It's not a matter of giving you my heart, my being, my hand
Because you've always had them and it was no choice of mine
You are what I see when I stare through the night sky to come one-to-one with God's eyes
There's nothing I can do about our souls intertwined and tangling
Because your vines have already strangled the life from my tree
And I am now a holy vagabond on my knees
Praying, begging, bleeding myself for your eye to simply trust mine
You see, my promises aren't flagrant exaggerations
Parlor tricks to get you to suck my dick
They are my sacrificial bleedings, the drippings from ancient battle wounds and tattoo needles
Hearts break
Love makes promises that it always keeps in the end
Patience is slowly drowning the "me" you know as, simply, "friend"
And he's only twenty two seconds from death

King Cock Can Kill Truth

by

Daniel Bradbury

Yeah, it hurts, brother, and I'm sorry
But women think with their pussies
And if your looks don't tickle the clit of her eye
Then you may as well step out of line
Because there's nothing happening for you at anytime

Beauty seeks beauty
But only physical can accommodate seeking eyes
Because scanning eyes turn off truth seeking minds
And youíre fine...
Until "King Cock" wanders by
Or solid abs, or a fabulous face
And empty physical beauty takes your truthful place
Because your friendship is simply a place-holder
Between useless shells
Of men that look good while being fucked
Deep in the night,
When soul is far from mind
And time looses track of time
And all I have left is wine
But even thatís already died on the vine

My shoulder is soaked wet
To the bone
And it seems my only purpose
Is that of a handkerchief
And to boost the female ego
After physical form love has blown
And name seeking recognition
Fails for the time being
And names, and names, and names, and names
Fall from crazy razed planes
And mine is lost somewhere deep in the eyes
But never finds the ears
Must I drop my entire being?
Do I have to undermine myself
just to get off?
This shit isnít worth it

Word to un-saintly women;
Grow, expand
See the other side of the Cosmosí plans
See the 3-D texture map
Of what love has yet to offer
And take a passing glance at regret
A life long friend youíll come to know well

King Cock Can Kill Truth

by

Daniel Bradbury

Yeah, it hurts, brother, and I'm sorry
But women think with their pussies
And if your looks don't tickle the clit of her eye
Then you may as well step out of line
Because there's nothing happening for you at anytime

Beauty seeks beauty
But only physical can accommodate seeking eyes
Because scanning eyes turn off truth seeking minds
And youíre fine...
Until "King Cock" wanders by
Or solid abs, or a fabulous face
And empty physical beauty takes your truthful place
Because your friendship is simply a place-holder
Between useless shells
Of men that look good while being fucked
Deep in the night,
When soul is far from mind
And time looses track of time
And all I have left is wine
But even thatís already died on the vine

My shoulder is soaked wet
To the bone
And it seems my only purpose
Is that of a handkerchief
And to boost the female ego
After physical form love has blown
And name seeking recognition
Fails for the time being
And names, and names, and names, and names
Fall from crazy razed planes
And mine is lost somewhere deep in the eyes
But never finds the ears
Must I drop my entire being?
Do I have to undermine myself
just to get off?
This shit isnít worth it

Word to un-saintly women;
Grow, expand
See the other side of the Cosmosí plans
See the 3-D texture map
Of what love has yet to offer
And take a passing glance at regret
A life long friend youíll come to know well

Snake King

by

Daniel Bradbury

Loss gains tears
As time tries to take it's bullets back
Snake King rides thunder storms
Hiding high in the cloud tops
To slither down when the clouds dissolve
To wrap around poor, lost boys' hearts
To clench them to poetic, holy tears
Tears of love, promise and loss
He'll quench forgotten needs
Of trust, peace, and God
And he will coil you a home of scales and skin
Pale and soft female sin
Pressed firmly against your forehead
And Snake King's love is passed
To Magdalena
The All-Love

Roman Food Orgy (A Soft, Lonely Girl's Scream For Any Kind of Love)"

by

Daniel Bradbury

I'm done with muzzle loading girls
They expect everything you have
And want nothing that you've got
They touch down in sight of time
They steal rhyme
And incite false stress
They gargle love
As I gargle trust
I believe in love as they lack belief
I'm finally set free
I'm finally set free
I'm finally set free
I think I can be what I was meant to be
I crack and I scream
I frighten with my depth
They don't know what to believe
I guide their eyes
And sing to their hearts
They won't admit, but I am their angel
They scream when the see me
Even though I made them know they're wrong
I get fuck in return
For speaking beauty
And now I know
Love is proximity
Love is the weakness of who's near you
Love is the fallen guards of faith
Love is the peace of the dead
Love is a pillowed bullet to the head
Love cries long
Love is a constrictor
Love's a mother
Burying a brother
Love is flipping at the base
Love is not caring of losing face
Love is everything that you refuse to be
Because true love lives in only me
You know lust and you know luck
You know kiss and you know fuck
You know your borders and you know money
Who gives two fucks if you've ever tasted honey
Fuck the words, fuck all the looks
See through to who's got their hooks
Spurred into the biggest engine
I'll forget and you'll be forgiven
I'll compose and you'll be admitted
To the laughter of the forbidden
Like birds fucking hanging toys
Search out your brand new boys
Change comes on form of sneaking
Change comes on form of grease fire
You know you'll never spit it out
You're thought's raise your own doubts

Soft Forest

by

Daniel Bradbury

What's this?
It is the east and she is the sun
Gone out
Like light bulb; Switch pretty boy flicked
And in the soft forest
Pretty boys allowed to play
But the sign and gate
Keep men like me away
But, it's all right
Because today's all mine
Where years can't satiate her
I'm burn and cramped
A toy hung like a witch
A swollen branch of birch bitch is all I can dream being

I am a reader of ancient things
I seek through age old texts to find the meaning of love
But forgot to seek love
I am a cut above the lowest cut
And wine threatens to drown this rut and float me out of my home
"I am yours alone"
"I am yours alone"
"I am yours alone"
So I'm alone with my ancient things

So far justice is turbo charged
And finality has hawk head and hawk wings
With which to hunt and consume blasphemous things
And we're it's first meal
Because we know what it is to feel freedom in our Lord, God's kingdom
A realm of choice and all things pre-determined
Pre-deter-mind
Undermine the deterred mind
Because side stepping rationale will get us nowhere
Though, nowhere is it's own reward of unknown sagas
All is unholy and peace has been made with everything
Today's all mine
In humanity's search for time
And the meaning behind the reasoning of time tried rhyme
And all lack of meaning is hidden deep within the heart of seeming meaning


Afar and The Lost Family 1

by

Daniel Bradbury


Beloved, you've broken me
But I thank you for my fractures
Perfect hiding places for my shining secrets
A diamond dime glinting in cracked caves
Chances for desperation to appear a brave faced bounder
Re-bounder on the rebound, foot slip, going down
Falling to an apex,
Born again Christ figure of love
A tainted savior with blood spackled robes of torn silk
From expensive Chinese provinces
Abroad, and most of all, Afar
Like the money in your mouth
And the sincere laughter in tragedy
Afar is the jangley ghost of me
Invisible to me, but the only "me" you see
I am Afar


Of Love and Fear

by

Daniel Bradbury

Of love and fear
I comb her from my mind
Like a kinky knot from my strange hair
And for all my effort
Her broken hands are still tangled there
Like insect netting and mosquito queens
In search of the pulsing veins of kings
Heroin needle snouts deliver
a tiny welt raising high
And her vaporous essence rolls
in my blood shot, malaria stung eyes
She's breathed my breath and jump started
my tired heart
But, it's been so long since we've been apart
that there are no longer any shared physicalities
No oxygen atoms in her blood stream
That escaped my lungs
No skin cells that she has touched
Left anywhere on my body
Individual and broken
Slagged and pasted
By non-binding glue we've found in strange hearts
We've made the science of loss into separate arts
of sex and drunkenness
And, fuck, we're still alone
So, of love and fear I go to sleep
And of love and fear I will wake up
And craziness cracks my surface
On lonely nights after too much wine
Alcohol is often converted to tears in my system
though those tears aren't always spilled
Of love and fear
I kiss my fantasies of her
Of fear and love
The ants of time consume me


Anthem

by

Daniel Bradbury


The street run red with the blood of me and my fellow poets - all
Slaughtered by the descending hordes of patriotic know-it-alls
And the rum-tum-tum of war drums on the march
Makes my ear drums fall apart
And I have to question whether I've landed in ancient Rome or Detroit
As I'm thrown into the arena to fight the Lions
And I wonder if this really is Zion and they were right all along,
The holy land with it's pristine prime-time TV and anthem songs before the gladiator games
This fairy tale mute future was not built in my name
By my name is nail etched on the back wall
Rusty spike on the sidewalk scrawls forbidden poems in new found, plastic prayer
In polyurethane cities of post-populace empire
I stand in the spot light I've waited my entire life for
Just to realize it's police helicopter chasing me down for
Opposing destruction and promoting spiritual journeying
Staying in bed while my home is burning,
Standing in stoic grace as my home cities burn and crumble


Philistine

by

Daniel Bradbury

We think faster than time
And move on the sly
To be a fly in the between

And cause is the daughter of effect
Hidden from mass view
We're poured new into the night

Sing
Sing to me
Voice frayed on the edge
Raise
The moon to believe
In the brightness of the darkest skies

Rake in the ashes of Tonight
No faster than sound
We're ground into the salt of time

And my connections are played back
One after one imagined back to back
Youth cities slip from younger hands
Mingling with spent grains of time sands

We're real once and for all
Caught on hold as we fade into the fall
Of all we've been

Try

by

Daniel Bradbury

I'll let you go if you're going
I could tell you something
But it can wait
I've cleared your face
Of tears that your life's erased
I have paced your suitors' race
Now I fall behind

Now I believe that we
Were meant to never be
But try
To try and fail

I forget where I am going
I'd let you tell me anything
But you won't wait
You've cleared my face
From your memory banks
I'd fall amongst the ranks
But I must try

Turn Coat

by

Daniel Bradbury

Rock hard
Bones speak Braille
Stories of
Love as frail

Criss-cross
Rocky outcrops
Shaped like
Tombs and teardrops

"Farewell" are forgotten sounds
Weíve got to leave the race-around

Because love is the dream that brings on sleep
And peace is a stream of revelries
The undertow still has a hold on me
And faith wracks my brain

Faith in
Love of wreckage
Wrecked girls
Speak my message

My voice is growing restless
Trust has left its lesson

Under here Iíve forgotten names
Eyes washed of their loving gaze

All because love is the sleep that overlooks dreams
Peace hides out in our memories
I was around to watch you peak
Now time has touched change

Perfect Breeze (Snake King's Song of Love)

by

Daniel Bradbury

Developed by night
In the living moon light
Held to pace
In a sighing wind chase
Free to breathe
The soft new desert breeze
I stand alone
In a wind, my new home

My ears are sharp
And the coils are loose
Wavering heart
But The Snake knows how I'll choose
Peaceful, loneliness perfection
The whispered breeze is my way
My heart's passive protection
I'll make the choice someday to be by you

Through telescope eyes
Watching from the mountain side
My heart cracks
Repaired with machination and glass
Robotic noise
I whisper in a plastic voice
"I loved you as you were,
Now, there's nothing left but the words."

I'll watch over you
The Snake and I
We'll wash over you
We'll breathe through leaves
To sing perfection into breeze
And I'll be there for you

Faithless, Not Without Faith

by

Daniel Bradbury

Iíve always been yours, faithlessly
Forgive what Iíve become, tragically
Because despite what you think
Everything Iíve done was done for you

You are a thorn in my side
but the luck of my eyes
I carry a faulty faith
in failing fate
No justice among us
like a "Lustless Prophecy"
It's all a fallacy of an untuned mind,
I am set between channels in a land of romance and love
by myself

It's all full moon
hormone
Dull mood
lone moan
Hormone whore moans

I've tried screaming intentions from rooftops,
but in my antic attics I lose my balls
and go soft
and angry

The sting and slash
of backhand backlash welts my eyes and streaks cheeks of lonely movie goers
Wanderers of fictional lives of love
Places where my heart could inspire unhesitating devotion
where one would be enough,
where settling down is trading up
just another place where I get fucked
because reality always calls me back
and there I'm just lonely and lack

So, in my own hands is placed my fate
and I procrastinate and wait an wait
only to shuck it off
"Fuck it all"
I control it all,
I've seen it all
I am it all
And you are sea foam bubbles
Tossing and turning
Here and there yearning to go deeper than shallow charm

Kissing the barrel of a gun, to try to remember the touch of lips
but the gun is warmer, more loving than anything I can remember
and I surrender to cowardice
A powerhouse left powerless
I am diverted, dismayed and perverted
And waking up is not an option but a must
Loving angels disguised as lust tempt me to altars of pawns in bust

I've always been yours, faithlessly.