Wednesday, November 20, 2013

False America

False America
By Brett Nielsen

Oh my pocket
Show me the wealth that I don’t care
Brief society to fuck it
Oh my pocket
Our government is not fair
Dont have enough change for that pear
Oh my pocket

Mr. Eyepatch

Mr. Eyepatch
By Brett Nielsen


You look like hell.
Have you been sailing the seven skies?
Have you stole any treasures?

You look like hell.
Why drink so much?
When you dont say argh?

You look like hell.
Where is your blade of freedom?
How do you still have two normal legs?

You look like hell.
“Because I wear an eye patch,
doesn't mean I am a pirate.”

You still look like hell.


Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Hatter You Rhyme MAd

HATTER YOU RHYME MAD
By Brett Nielsen 

Purple hat he wore
Purple suit he darned   
This guy answered in rhyme

“Time, but Deja vu,
You will be great,
but don't skate a figure eight.
The ice will crack,
and your back won't be nice.
Go straight ahead,
and don't befriend.
See a caterpillar,
but don't catapult.
Dont lose your mind
Grind your teeth
and begin to search
but beneath the church,
lies awake the  ancient,
break the patient, but
sound the alarm
soul must be found,
listen to the crickets,
they appear in your bowl
drink the beer,
try not to think,
behind you will peak
but not to seek,
find you will need
Ticket to the steed.”

The time he wasted of mine



Sunday, November 10, 2013

Milk by brett nielsen

breeze of autumn whips around my legs
colors of trees slowly fade
Mist that flows from my nose, 
follows me with only the sky as my ceiling. 
manmade structures of warmth towers
still in shorts and flip flops,
the cold, gently sliced across my legs,
hunger cries with in the depths of my hollow stomach
A tear of milk drops into the desert,
clinching between my fingertips.
Drink up.



Thursday, November 7, 2013

Cup With Joe

Cup With Joe
By Brett Nielsen

Mention morning off starts,
as a loading screen forth,
a computer.  One sip
at a time. The bar fills
slowly. Creeps on my tongue,
tasty cocoa flavor,
Hint of coconut, drop
of almond. Sips of two.  
bar litter too sudden,
the tartness creates,
tropical paradise.
One drink, brings to my soul,
awake. Fifty percent.
Safe and comfort, rises
to the event, flutter
in my tummy. Last gulp,

Downloading Completed.

Monday, November 4, 2013


Dreams Come True
By Brett Nielsen


I'm looking,
at the moon.
staren myself down,
in this spoon.
to see it all,
come true.

Spelling your name,
in alphabet soup.
trying to get,
through loop
Keeping up,
with time.
not spending,
a dime.

Your voice,
like wind chimes
Sound makes,
me happy.

Your voice like,
a harp
Played by,
angels.
Makes the,
day.
Want to see,
you stay.
Would be the,
best day.


Friday, November 1, 2013

Dr. Dew

Dr. Dew by Brett Nielsen
Sizzling, popping
2 liquids fused,
One colorful drink,
Each sip,
Transforms.
As one.
Each sip.
Completes my meal,
Every empty glass.
Compliments,
Every smile

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

POWDER SAND

POWDER SAND
BY BRETT NIELSEN

Liquid clay capsize,
between my toes,
like beer that gradually shocks my throat.
Breeze whispers,
A fluffy white dragon spews powdered sugar,
blankets my footprints of hands.

The aroma of Christmas and vacation,
swarms my nose like bees making honey.

Hot pekoe comforts,
angry growls of Poseidon,
raging the hills of water to shore.

Diamond water overflows,
seeks revenge,
every villa
slowly disintegrates.

The moon and sun across with salaam,
chocolate heaven,

as marshmallows become instinct.

Monday, October 28, 2013

I PROMISE IM COMING HOME By Brett Nielsen

I PROMISE IM COMING HOME
By Brett Nielsen   
Took a walk tonight  
Saw the storm brewing   
Lighting strikes my heart  
Cracked  in two  
Like you have before  
I looked to the sky  
Rain comes pouring down  
It changed to red  
Taste of blood dripping from my scars
 
I walked into the supermarket  
I bought a six pack  
Sat on the porch
Drank my tears away
 
I want you to know, I won’t stay  
Tell Jimmy I will be back, I promise  
When I go to fight the war  
I will have your picture in my pocket  
With these guns I have to protect  
Call you tonight  
I want to let you know that I love you  
Tell jimmy to do well in his next game
Tonight I walked, cover in blood  
I want you to hear my voice
I made it back to the base
Call you for the last time  
I love you baby  
Go tell jimmy to make me proud  
I’m not going to make it home  
I’m going to the heavens  
I hear you cry begging me not to go  
To come back home like I promised  
But baby I love you  
Make sure jimmy knows I wont be back  
Tell him he makes me proud  
My heart is open
I hear your tears fall  
I sighed  
I promise I’m coming home
But not tonight  
Tell Jimmy I love him our only son  
And tonight I’m going to the heavens  
So I love you  


My commander reached our steps  
He said I’m very sorry  
Your husband past  
He handed you this paper
Tears ran down your face  


You saw my ghost  
A lovely smile appears
The last time you saw me,
Was at home
I kept my promise  
The last thing you read  
Tell Jimmy I love him our only son  
And tonight I’m going to the heavens  
But I love you baby  
Never forget it  


NIGHTLIGHT


“NIGHT” BY NORM SOULE
NIGHTLIGHT By Brett Nielsen

The petals dance on the moon
Scent of smog

Rock Funnels of raining gold
Gold that burns
A touch, the petal wilts

Flowers cry
The storm of gold,
Slowly devours life

Roses charred
Sheet of embers
Ablaze the night can be
Wind cradles life














I am Here Mom


I am Here Mom  
By Brett Nielsen

After the divorce Bretton and his mother grew apart because of the life style his mother chose for herself. He believed that his mother would come back, but she never did. So it was her birthday and Bretton decided to go see his mother for the first time since the divorce.

Bretton approached the apartment complex and noticed that the check-in counter for guests was ancient enough for the building to appear infested with insects, and the window sills were peeling off of the yellow skinned windows. The doorknob was very rusty and the window of the door had a bullet hole in the middle.  As Bretton opened the door he noticed, through the high-pitched screech of the hinges, that no one was at the desk to greet him. He rushed out the door and slammed it, even though he didn't get a good look of the place, but he did notice the smell of moist mold coming from the cracks in the wall. Bretton turned around and tried to find his mother’s room but remembered that she lived in the second building but he couldn't remember what floor.  Bretton decided to approach the door into the main lobby of the second building but he noticed that the door was fairly new, a hell of a lot newer than the one in the old check-in center. He approached the door, twisted the doorknob, and walked into the main lobby, but as he closed the door a cool draft raced across his body and an uneasy feeling settled in his gut. He looked around and noticed a few holes in the wall to the left of him and there were scratch marks on the walls to the right of him. As he looked up he noticed that the ceiling was cracked in several spots and green plant like objects filled them in. Then the lights started to flicker and Bretton continued on further into the hall on the right towards the scratch marks. He continued walking down through the hallway when he realized that the ground was covered in cheap balding carpet that was as red as a rotten tomato, and noticed a small teddy bear next to one of the doors. Bretton stopped where the teddy bear sat and the smell of burning styrofoam confused him for a split second until he realized that it was coming from the door he was standing right next to. He picked up the teddy bear and hugged it tightly and said, “ You make me feel safer in here, Teddy, even if you are missing an eye.” Bretton then looked around and decided to walk back where he came from, but then the old fragile door that he was standing next to flung right open. He saw a lady with red hair in a business suit and as she walked closer to Bretton, he noticed that it was his mother, but she walked right through him. Bretton then yelled, “MOM!” as loud as he could and saw her turn around down the dark hallway, then continue walking. Bretton looked down the hallway dragging Teddy by his brown arm along the floor and gasped as he saw the hall breathing all the way down. He finally saw the light coming from the wall and said, “I wish she knew that I still come to see her on her birthday, but then I remember, I am a spirit.”