Brandy Danielle Nicholson

I'm a dirty girl with a hidden drive to settle motives eaten alive. You're a subtle boy grounded in truth feeding the monsters of anxious youth. I've faithful dreams  of riding the night and you've unforgiven regrets with allowance of spite. You've met a match sparked with life and I've forgotten the feel to make it right. I called the corner and raised my cue to a short lived past of a future with you. And you've raised your hatch beamed your hue through a fiery flame of me with you.

A muse es used to spew retorted enemies, y tiene muy relevantes fallacies. Cantamos los forgotten memories through filtering eyes of brevity. And una dia de los chiles, could not soothe su amor con remedies. Entonces aqui estoy amongst the casualties of la carga de soportar and the heart to bleed.

This is a reading of a prose/poem titled " A Woman Of Now ." It is a homage to " Howl " and " Song of Myself ." Here is the original.

Nothing left to lose too close to the brink of a handsome bored eating through causatious pranksters patting pulverulent shipyards from sailing to freedom. Blue is the night of skies ceiling forgotten lofty sighs from the fervent breakthrough of lies. Cracked is the skill of skulls seeping through heightened barricades of wankers, and you lie at every sign and butterfly of kisses goodbye and forever forgotten faulty cascading dwarf stars. Eat my breath and stomp my chest, for twas you breaking all reasoning for iodine coated breathless perfection of purpose anyhow. Give it away.

Tis the sweetest love of air for thoughts to bear and treacherous threats of a marveling trace.  Do what does or leave what's left, sell your soul to that of your own, love yourself in another's best.

The beady eyed are eaten alive, the warrants have come. Amongst the railroads and highway signs we all look out below. The time of us. Elaborate highways creaking through the vines the realest realness shines, the highway binds commencing dust of dusk. Infinite signs amongst time cry, cry for the future cry for a sign cry to be alive cry to the crowd to the people to the billions and trillions. An infinite universe echoing through the silence of time devising lies to circumcise our perception, warranting grace for deception. Trying the time of exponential potential. Gross revenue from the walls to the streets. Noone's there anymore. We all live in our invisible universe of controlled mind reading breathless type eating effortless finger jumping plucking shortening turning squishing devouring our language. Greeeeedy times Grecian Greek of apostle the Socrates and a fiddle is playing, gracious amongst time for the god who can control and hold ...