http://brandonhefley.com/blog New Poetry and Prose Mon, 01 Mar 2010 01:31:08 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I went to the laundromat in the ghetto because i wanted to feel the grit of reality. I did my laundry and played Bust-a-Move on the old neo-geo when in walked a Mexican gangmember, a real pathetic rat type around my height, real skinny with big ears small face and big nose wearing a xxxl white t-shirt and size 44 black pants on his 28 waist. He walked in and hit me up right ... http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2010/02/12/an-extremely-mystical-place-of-bums-and-criminals/ you're love is a machine gun pumping round after round straight into my fucking heart. http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2010/02/06/machine-gun/ il mio amore non è falso per voi brucerei il cielo per voi guarirei maledetto senza voi devo vivrei senza voi devo provare ma sono amore ferito e bisogno del vostro amore di salvare la mia anima http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2010/02/06/impressionabile/ first night in my new pad and i'm alone with music and a blank screen, everything in front of me the big bang flowing onward toward an unknown end. http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2010/02/06/constantly-becoming/ i am free and i am locked in desire, my love for you hotter than all the stars in the sky, for you i would live the best i can for you i would die. http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2010/02/06/for-you/ of one love. I am wandering I am wondering why I am suffering I am human and I think we should love each other before we die. http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2010/02/06/my-love-streams-like-a-tributary/ in life you're thought a fool for pursuing what you love until you make something of it. writing poems, what can one make of that? i only have 70 years left and i don't want to waste them doing what you want me to, what i want to do requires more than this life has to offer. http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2010/02/06/to-fish-an-ancient-creek/ who am i to guard something no one wants this heart beating unto itself a lifeless metronome and i have made a pact with God Almighty and the Devil Himself that i will get what i am supposed to, neither of whom deal in picayunes such as myself. http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2010/02/06/lower-the-drawbridge/ and if you should want to come my way i would let you stay; i would love you like the first day forever and ever. http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2010/02/06/little-love-pome/ out my window there's always some emergency, police sirens blaring down broadway, ambulance sirens wailing down atlantic toward ocean because someone somewhere is in trouble and they'll be there on the double. http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2010/02/06/real-american-heros/