Submissions by brazzoli
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
just hoping to bring some amusement to anyone brave enough to peer into my creepy little world...
SELF POEM
Published
23rd May 2017 7:26pm
23rd May 2017 7:26pm
The Serenity of the Mazada
The Serenity of the Mazada
The serenity of the Mazada
The bliss of seclusion
The absence of chaos
A sequestered peace
Alone in my thoughts
The silence buzzing in my ear
A disposition of solitude
Isolated, I am satisfied with myself
In the presence of others,
I`m painfully aware of my failings
brazzoli 1/26/10
The serenity of the Mazada
The bliss of seclusion
The absence of chaos
A sequestered peace
Alone in my thoughts
The silence buzzing in my ear
A disposition of solitude
Isolated, I am satisfied with myself
In the presence of others,
I`m painfully aware of my failings
brazzoli 1/26/10
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2017 7:25pm
29th Mar 2017 7:25pm
I HATE MONEY
I HATE MONEY
I hate how some people
are born into poverty
and struggle their whole life,
yet some are born on 3rd base
and go through life
thinking they`ve hit a triple
Yeah, and these are the same people
who as adults are still on their momma`s nipple!
I hate how the lack of money makes you feel
And how people with money
Think the rest of us should just bow and kneel
How it makes otherwise honest people
rob and steal
I hate how money decides who`s important
And who`s not
How respect can be bought
How...
I hate how some people
are born into poverty
and struggle their whole life,
yet some are born on 3rd base
and go through life
thinking they`ve hit a triple
Yeah, and these are the same people
who as adults are still on their momma`s nipple!
I hate how the lack of money makes you feel
And how people with money
Think the rest of us should just bow and kneel
How it makes otherwise honest people
rob and steal
I hate how money decides who`s important
And who`s not
How respect can be bought
How...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Feb 2017 4:47pm
24th Feb 2017 4:47pm
AVOCATION
AVOCATION
Women without faces
The hunt for the perfect illusion
A risk of shame
The war between the flesh and soul
Being held captive by the allurement
A strict code of secrecy
The enticement of forbidden fruit
A stranger behind the door
The exhilaration of the endeavor
A descending wake
and reiterating the madness
brazzoli 12/20/09
Women without faces
The hunt for the perfect illusion
A risk of shame
The war between the flesh and soul
Being held captive by the allurement
A strict code of secrecy
The enticement of forbidden fruit
A stranger behind the door
The exhilaration of the endeavor
A descending wake
and reiterating the madness
brazzoli 12/20/09
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2017 7:32pm
1st Feb 2017 7:32pm
Rue the Day
Rue The Day
The smoldering ashes of betrayal
An unloved woman
Stained glass windows in an old church
A sullen day
Blackbirds on a telephone wire
And the sound of a train in the distance
brazzoli 3/2/11
The smoldering ashes of betrayal
An unloved woman
Stained glass windows in an old church
A sullen day
Blackbirds on a telephone wire
And the sound of a train in the distance
brazzoli 3/2/11
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2017 7:54pm
27th Jan 2017 7:54pm
Broken People
Broken People
The winds of despair
people who don’t care
promises un kept
a child that wept
a life of pain
watching the rain
broken people
a fallen steeple
a shameful veil
and a soulful wail
brazzoli 10/20/10
The winds of despair
people who don’t care
promises un kept
a child that wept
a life of pain
watching the rain
broken people
a fallen steeple
a shameful veil
and a soulful wail
brazzoli 10/20/10
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2017 5:20pm
9th Jan 2017 5:20pm
Suitcase Full Of Shit
Suitcase Full Of Shit
Sitting on the front row
of the Baptist Church doesn’t hide it…
Your home… the cars you drive?
Their all just a bit…
There’s so much to your fake,
plastic, shallow existence
that you`ll never get…
Your life’s too fucked up to admit…
So don’t go round acting
like your life`s this wonderful skit…
You`re just a hypocrite
dragging around your Suitcase full of shit!
brazzoli 11/1/11
Sitting on the front row
of the Baptist Church doesn’t hide it…
Your home… the cars you drive?
Their all just a bit…
There’s so much to your fake,
plastic, shallow existence
that you`ll never get…
Your life’s too fucked up to admit…
So don’t go round acting
like your life`s this wonderful skit…
You`re just a hypocrite
dragging around your Suitcase full of shit!
brazzoli 11/1/11
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jan 2017 4:36pm
4th Jan 2017 4:36pm
Vampire Love
VAMPIRE LOVE
Why can’t we die?
We’re stuck in purgatory
and asking why?
Do we douse in Holy Water
or do we try to survive?
Its not like killing this
Hasn’t been tried
We stab it with
our wooden stakes
but our Vampire love
refuses to die
We’re neither alive
nor dead
A long time ago our souls have fled
We hide from the sun
and come out at night
Its only each other
we choose to bite
Ordinary mortals
couldn’t take this fright
Looking in the mirror
our reflections we’re void of..
and we’re bound...
Why can’t we die?
We’re stuck in purgatory
and asking why?
Do we douse in Holy Water
or do we try to survive?
Its not like killing this
Hasn’t been tried
We stab it with
our wooden stakes
but our Vampire love
refuses to die
We’re neither alive
nor dead
A long time ago our souls have fled
We hide from the sun
and come out at night
Its only each other
we choose to bite
Ordinary mortals
couldn’t take this fright
Looking in the mirror
our reflections we’re void of..
and we’re bound...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Dec 2016 4:15pm
16th Dec 2016 4:15pm
CRAZY BITCHES
CRAZY BITCHES
Some people are alcoholics, some are addicted to drugs, and for others it`s gambling. For me, it`s always been crazy bitches! They are my cocaine. I gotta have em! So, I guess that makes me sort of a crazy bitch connoisseur, if you will. And not just any crazy bitches, …really good looking crazy bitches. You know the kind I`m talking about. The one percenters, the kind that other women hate, the kind that you see walking on the sidewalk and you make an illegal U-turn in the middle of a busy intersection just to watch her walk down the street.. And they can`t be just good...
Some people are alcoholics, some are addicted to drugs, and for others it`s gambling. For me, it`s always been crazy bitches! They are my cocaine. I gotta have em! So, I guess that makes me sort of a crazy bitch connoisseur, if you will. And not just any crazy bitches, …really good looking crazy bitches. You know the kind I`m talking about. The one percenters, the kind that other women hate, the kind that you see walking on the sidewalk and you make an illegal U-turn in the middle of a busy intersection just to watch her walk down the street.. And they can`t be just good...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2016 7:21pm
14th Dec 2016 7:21pm
INCARNATION
INCARNATION
The hate I’ve learned
and the mother I’ve yearned
My children being born
and honors I’ve worn
The enemies I’ve fought
and the love I’ve sought
The people I’ve helped
and the promises I’ve kept
The pain I`ve felt
and heartaches I`ve dealt
The tears I`ve cried
and times I`ve lied
The perseverance I`ve shown
and the time I`ve spent alone
The belt across my back
and the fear I lack
The will to survive
and the passion inside…
Are the triumphs and frustration
of my incarnation
brazzoli 10/20/11
The hate I’ve learned
and the mother I’ve yearned
My children being born
and honors I’ve worn
The enemies I’ve fought
and the love I’ve sought
The people I’ve helped
and the promises I’ve kept
The pain I`ve felt
and heartaches I`ve dealt
The tears I`ve cried
and times I`ve lied
The perseverance I`ve shown
and the time I`ve spent alone
The belt across my back
and the fear I lack
The will to survive
and the passion inside…
Are the triumphs and frustration
of my incarnation
brazzoli 10/20/11
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Dec 2016 6:34pm
12th Dec 2016 6:34pm
An Imploding Love
An Imploding Love
Look at us
Clawing each others heart
Tearing our love apart
The stress….
The pettiness….
I want to run away
Something makes me stay
We never agree
We make it harder
than it has to be
A love in vain
Inflicting pain
Another fight
Words of spite
Making love for days
Stuck in our ways
And around we go….
Not willing to change
Not willing to let go
brazzoli 10/11/10
Look at us
Clawing each others heart
Tearing our love apart
The stress….
The pettiness….
I want to run away
Something makes me stay
We never agree
We make it harder
than it has to be
A love in vain
Inflicting pain
Another fight
Words of spite
Making love for days
Stuck in our ways
And around we go….
Not willing to change
Not willing to let go
brazzoli 10/11/10
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Dec 2016 4:28pm
5th Dec 2016 4:28pm
ANGRY SOUL
ANGRY SOUL
When you were a child
Your heart was pure and whole,
Love and happiness once filled your soul,
But shattered dreams and broken promises
Are how your love was stole,
And now you are left with only a dark hole,
From which you spew venom from your angry soul!
brazzoli 8-10-09
When you were a child
Your heart was pure and whole,
Love and happiness once filled your soul,
But shattered dreams and broken promises
Are how your love was stole,
And now you are left with only a dark hole,
From which you spew venom from your angry soul!
brazzoli 8-10-09
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2016 9:12pm
2nd Dec 2016 9:12pm
Life In Suburbia
Life In Suburbia
In a town with no name
The houses all look the same
You’re subdued
No one notices you
Tired of living in quiet desperation
You shout but no one seems to hear
You do the same things Year after year
You ask yourself “How did I get here“?
You ask yourself “My God what have I done”?
If this is not a bad dream,
When I open my mouth to scream
I`m gonna stick a gun..
You tell yourself
Those aren’t my bratty kids
This is not my frumpy wife
This is not my loser life
You remember
Once upon a...
In a town with no name
The houses all look the same
You’re subdued
No one notices you
Tired of living in quiet desperation
You shout but no one seems to hear
You do the same things Year after year
You ask yourself “How did I get here“?
You ask yourself “My God what have I done”?
If this is not a bad dream,
When I open my mouth to scream
I`m gonna stick a gun..
You tell yourself
Those aren’t my bratty kids
This is not my frumpy wife
This is not my loser life
You remember
Once upon a...
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