My Life In Word

GOING-ONS

The cheep of a cardinal
And a Carolina wren's call
I wouldn’t hear these sounds
If behind 4 walls
I wouldn’t know the feel
Of sun-kissed brown skin
Or the flavor of the breeze
That is carried on the wind
If I stay locked behind
The 4 walls of this house
How would I ever know
The going-ons of the field mouse
Who stays busy
Doing this and that
I would have never seen
The figure eight pattern of the local bats
As they fulfill their nightly duty
As resident pest control
Or see the tunnel pattern
Of that pesky old mole
If I stayed stuck behind 4 walls
I'd never know these things
Perhaps, I wouldn’t even know
If grass were truly green

Simona A. Brinson

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SAY MY NAME

There was a time 
When black skies were blue
When you loved me 
And I loved you
When clover was our
Attire of choice
And time stood still
When I heard your voice
Say my name
Say my name

Simona A. Brinson

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MISTRESS

In the days of my dark persecution
My mind was so corrupt with pollution
That I'd stand in front of the mirror
In an attempt to see much clearer
The soul within my  eyes
But all I could read was the Devil's lies
To this state within I had become prisoner
Every thought that I thought: deviant and sinister
I became lost to self in this dreich season
And madness became mistress of my reason

Simona A. Brinson

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THE BEENS

Somewhere back in my long ago

I fell head-over-heels in love

And sunshine and rainbows

Filled the skies above

He was my true love

A man among men

I think of him

Every now and then

And I wonder about

The could have beens

The might haves

And the shoulda beens

Simona A. Brinson

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WHEN DARKNESS FELL

When darkness fell
And her eyes no longer shined
You would expect him
To be compassionate and kind
But he was just the opposite
Heartless and cruel
No one had taught him
The golden rule
Treat others as you
Wished to be treated
But he couldn’t because
He was thoughtless and conceited
He cared for his dying dog
With love and compassion
And treated the woman he "loved"
With disdain and dispassion

Simona A. Brinson

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MR. KRUMB

Louis and Lucy
Should have never been partners
At least not in the science lab
They acted like kindergarteners
Even though they were in 9th grade
And were expected to know better
Someone should have told Mr. Krumb
In an anonymous letter
That he was dimwitted and her head full of air
Between the two of them
Not a brain to spare
They didn’t listen
As Mr. Krumb gave instruction
A sure sign
Of the coming destruction
They combined the materials
Without the slightest notion
That the chemical reaction
Would cause an explosion
And what an explosion it was
Lucy lost an eye and Louis a thumb
That was they day
They retired Mr. Krumb
They told us he went 
To live on an island
But in all actuality
He was sent to the asylum

Simona A. Brinson

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LOVE LAID DEAD

I remember they day
That I knew
I would never have
Sex with him again
It was the day
He criticized my weight
In that moment of callousness
Love was slain
Love, she laid dead
At his feet
And he didn’t even 
Recognize
Because he was too 
Self-absorbed to see
The expeditiousness of her
Demise
When I drove away that day
I never looked back
He showed me who he was
And his magnitude of lack. 

Simona A. Brinson

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A WOMAN’S PRAYER

Let me tell you a little story
About prayer and its validity
Now this story isn't for those
With faintheartedness or trepidity
So, stop reading now
If you don’t have the constitution
Because this story may get
A tad bit gruesome

There once was a woman
In the throes of depression
There were days that she prayed
In fervent succession
"Lord, don’t let him
Come in here
Acting crazy today!
Cause I will
Lose my mind
And he will pay!"

You see, 
The price he paid
Would have been with his life
Because she had already visualized
Taking a butcher knife
And like a skilled executioner
She would so disembowel
She wouldn’t utter a word
While he writhed and howled
She would watch him die
Before her eyes
And make for certain
He couldn’t be revived
And when the deed
Was finally done
She'd pick up the phone
To call 9-1-1
"Can you send the police?
I've killed a man."
She'd speak without inflection
Completely deadpan

Now, 
The reason this tragedy never happened
Is because on the days she prayed that prayer
Her words would travel 
Through the air
To God's ears
And he would send
The Angel of Mercy
Who would amend
The attitude of the man
And when he opened the door
He didn’t act crazy
And she didn’t have to go to the drawer
To pick up her weapon of choice
The executioner's knife
And the unsuspecting man
Didn’t lose his life

Simona A. Brinson

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WEIGHT

There was a time

I thought I’d lose my mind

Cause I felt the weight

Of the world on my shoulders

The sun didn’t shine

And bells didn’t chime

Cause the weight felt like

A two ton boulder

Simona A. Brinson

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