Sophia's Wisdom

“Pierce My Heart 007″

sophiawisdom — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 18:44:41 +0000

He came around the corner
Striding towards me Big and Strong
His Head meant for a Crown.
He Caught me
Grabbed me
straight away with his Eyes.
I demurred not wanting to stare
or feel his masculine aura
be in thrall to his Kundi Snake.
Feeling a Tribal connection
DNA Flash Recognition
In that moment
We the Black Irish
paid homage
at the Sacred Well of St.Bridget.
I have been long asking for the King
and will not wait much longer.
If he does not appear and Reign
I will play his part as well.
Disappearing into the social throng
He sat at the Sushi bar
the canvas of my back his only clue.
Waving my hands
Orchestrating the Love of Merriment
Uber Man must have thought me mad.
Electric charge savaging the space between us
He Stole a look as I floated by
face nestled in his sons hair
the smell of progeny.
I loved him before
now even more
for that……..
Walking away again
from a chance to encounter
Never more never more.
There was the orange shirt of his Hawaiian friend.
Standing by watching his three sons frolic by the river
It was him again
Pierce Brosnan, James Bond, Remington Steele
Defender of Suave and Debonair,
Dearly Devoted Husband and Father,
An Irresistible International Irishman
and all the rest in his Magic Bag
peering out of those amazing eyes.
Strolling by knowing he was looking at my Bum,
007 whose hands have been on the finest asses on the Planet,
I could feel the heat of his smile!
Suddenly one of his son’s lands at my feet
I do a smiling matador move
Proof of my Awareness
Marched
Straight to the car
pulled out my card
Hesitated
Celibate Pussy don’t fail me now…..
Around the bend he came
Wearing his Fame
like a cashmere sweater
draped casually
over his shoulders.
Swinging takeout he laughingly said “Pierce Brosnan” mimicking some fan
or maybe himself.
I met him on the Path
a dance move of timing
and perfect synchronization.
An iridescent bubble of time magic embraced us.
Extending my heart and my card I could not look him in the eyes.
My orbital balance would have spun completely out of control.
“Pierce I would be remiss if I did not do this.”
He replied mischievously “What are you going to do?”
I take care of Luxury Homes, Children and
Fabulous People!”
“Hummm Theresa Sophia Breedlove…….”
“BREEDLOVE”
“Yes and I did not make it up!”
Groan what was I thinking!
No Thinking just BLISS
fairly dancing in the parking lot.
Our Energy fiery and Splendid
Voices Rich with Resonance
Blending and Teasing
Flirting Spiced with a Promise of Fun.
Looking me up and down he proclaimed “You look GREAT” with such lovely enthusiasm.
Our pheromones were doing a Cosmic Irish Jig.
I look down at myself just to make sure.
The spinning of our lives pulling us apart too soon
I waver in the maelstrom.
“Maybe we will meet up again in town?”
As I turned away from him
got into the car
I purred “You Never Know”.
Leaving the parking lot with the windows rolled down
Van Morrison wailing in the background
I never looked back
at the Man or the Fantasy.
007 looked
oh yea he looked……

Breedlove

Summer 2009

Kauai

Home is where the Heart is?

sophiawisdom — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 08:10:09 +0000

Old age comes a weeping
doorsteps to be sweeping
for keeping
me alive.
Showers at the Kids park
soap from the Walmart
tears that tear me apart.
Strangers stare
leave me bare
under their
unforgiving glare.
Memories of days gone by
makes me want to fly
Heaven is just a sigh
can you look me in the eye.
Mouth one big black hole
no teeth to grind my daily bowl
homeless shelters at a lack
give our stinking
crack health back!
Family arms have lost their charm
when fingers press the bank alarm.
Keep it
eat it
in the grave
I will be
no ones slave!
Hearts they be a teasin
so I be pleasing
The Man
for no reason.
Chaka block it
try to hock it
losing sanity bit by bit.
rock the cradle
dig the cave
try to fit in
a wild rave.
Tis not the season
or the reason
we be freezin.
Pissin names in the snow
nobody and nothin to show
bloody urine not be curing
me.
Cardboard boxes
crates of fossil foxes
Counting their losses
cursing as they toss this
in a Thunderbird brain.
Centuries of Wisdom
be pouring from my jizzom
only just a vision
of supreme happiness.
Elders sitting curbside
spitting up their downslide
picking up the meat
on a garbage strewn street
admitting to defeat
in their lack of body heat.
Want a home in which to mend
their will be none in the end.
Family pictures fade
cause there is no bed
to be made.
I will sit here in the shade
until the final fade
to black.
See that yonder tree there
I want it to be me there.
Sprinkle the left over ashes
where that grove of trash is.
We are all
just Miracle Grow
so in the end
that’s all for us
to Know.
No more rules to bend
just a garden of regrets to tend.
In a final act of desperation
We wipe off Life’s prespiration.
People walk by
with a blind eye
paralyzed by fear
that this could be
you too
my Dear!

BREEDLOVE

BIG ISLAND

SUMMER

2008

Time Traveling Up the Spine of California

sophiawisdom — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 08:08:50 +0000

Pink Blossoms open to me
promises of Deep Burgundy Erotica.
Juices stain my lips
waiting for your Dark Teasing Tongue
to dip into Cherry Beauty.
Lavender Love spreading for miles
Suddenly border
Monumental Mountains melding
and folding into each other.
I Ching Jet Set streams
highlight their Majesty
with Oriental Magic.
A Smoky, Sunset Day Ending
moistened by Sea Mist
masking the Claws
Flaws of Rocky blemish.
Ravens Caw echoes
through Star War Canyons.
Black Satin Wings
wrapping up Twilight
like the Cape of a
Vanishing Shaman.
Spiky Agave Cactus
await the Machete Massacre
Freeing the Fiery Sex of Tequila
Mistress to the King of Mexican Madness!
Drink my Sister Margarita
Scrubbing and Swishing
the Lives of Private, Privileged Patrons.
Tending Vines and Gringo Crimes
Latino Smiles doing Double Time.
Laughing Workers Labor Late
Rows of Planted Green
Watered with Spicy Miguel Sweat
Bead by Bead.
No ZORRO Rearing on his Black Stallion
Ready to Save their Dreams.
Nodding Night applauds their Dirt Worn Stamina.
Macho Mariachi Musicians
Strum the heart strings
of Madams beguiled
by the lost memories of their Youth.
Melodic Language Exclaims
the Confused Indian Exodus.
Narrow Minds sweep the Border Clean.
Leather Lined Faces of Ancient Women
who have Donned the Black
and Face the North
Hooding Tears
Running Rivulets to their Mouths
Moistening their Voices.
Keening with the Sorrow of Ages
their Private Mourning
Drifts on the Wind
Captivating the the Ghost’s
of their Ancestors
Who
Cross the Invisible Line to Freedom
into a Land that once Drank their Blood.

Breedlove

North Beach

Spring 2008

Must See The Wall St. Mess translated by English Comedians

sophiawisdom — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 07:59:45 +0000

This was the single most popular
> Brasscheck TV video ever – with
> over 1,200,000 views.
>
> Hardly a day goes by when someone
> doesn’t ask me about it.
>
> To set the stage…
>
> This was a comedy routine performed in the
> summer of 2007 – two full years ago – that
> not only predicted the financial meltdown,
> but also predicted the final outcome (bankers
> win/the people lose.)
>
> Question:
>
> If two comedians knew what was coming, why
> didn’t all the geniuses on Wall Street and
> Street and the financial news networks
> have a clue?
>
> Details:
>
> http://www.brasschecktv.com/page/187.html
>
>
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