Poetry
“Fire in Me”
You set a fire in me
that raining water, snow or hail will never quell
it slowly burns,
causing no pain, injury, harm
not even when I thrust myself into the sparks,
it just reacts in ways,
manners I cannot foretell,
it guides my hand,
brush,
words,
wit,
my everything,
its paints the sky
the sea
me and my mind
I just know it doesn’t lie
about these ties that bind
not broken by any force I find
without regard to how much I stretch its line
you lit a fire that will never cease,
became my muse,
until the day I die.
M.
2022
“Evolve”
In between the non-conformity of robed figures swallowed slowly by the dark,
like the gentle full moon night and its companion lights,
a part of me slowly closed it eyes to peaceful slumber.
It maybe died.
The bellows of the cold lifted me up as I gave myself into the temptation of a song. A heartbeat of chaos and something more,
corrupt, yet beautiful,
broken, not wrong.
A winding river grinding stone to dust,
it changed me into something different by the time the sun came up.
M.
2021
“Father Time”
Today at 4 am I felt alive. I woke to cloudy dawn sky, rare without an inebriated mind, or those tired eyes of a sleepless night. I saw the stars waving goodbye. The moon
yawning in a her silky-white. That sweet voice, it asked me for the time, it drove me crazy, wild. It's the middle of March and a quarter year has died. I honor Father Time;
valiant sacrifice, giving his life. Making this year start off virtuous and right.
M.
2021
“Freckled Face”
The moon, the stars, the sky,
each aligned flawlessly with the freckles of your face that night,
with those sparkling eyes,
how your lips parted when you smiled.
A map so perfect,
it seemed alive,
so universally vivid, nonchalant.
Kepler and Brahe would've stared with teary sight,
their lives work replaced by a piece of art.
M.
2021
“How Strange is Time”
How strange is time
unyielding,
stalwart,
sustained,
yet contingent
as beauty, morality, taste,
funny in it’s own way,
some long stretches can end quickly,
a simple exhale,
no scars,
no remains,
and occasionally,
just a few hours can at overcome death,
perpetual,
warm in it’s embrace.
M.
2022
“Just a Blink”
I saw your smile amongst the branches
their waxing and waning leaves
peeking through little crevasses
where the light managed to break in
I heard your name in the ocean crashes
foamy bubbles
salty sting
a gentle murmur
tickled as it reached my skin
maybe my imagination
growing rampant
the crazy, mad, insanity
could it all have been a dream?
it happened fast,
lightning striking
it took only just a blink.
M.
2022
“Rock and Roll”
Why rock and roll?
A calling,
a lifestyle,
something more,
love and peace,
end the war,
philosophical reform,
ying and yang,
left and right,
both sides of who we are,
portrayed in its most perfect songs.
Why rock and roll?
There never was a choice,
a birthright,
drums,
lyrics,
chords
to go against what's expected,
to roar against the wrongs,
to not settle for silver,
strive for gold,
if many won't comprehend it,
It doesn't matter at all.
Why rock and roll?
Lessons hidden deep,
on how to live,
die,
love,
in how build your stairway to heaven,
sing hallelujah to God,
ramble on even if your a wayward one.
Imagine,
sympathy for our Devils,
a whole lot of love,
thunder only happens when it's raining,
plunge into the eye of the storm,
leave the teenage wasteland to bask in sweet rebellion,
quell the calling inside us all.
M.
2021
Run
Run
run together
run alone
run forever
just run
into the shadows
into the sun
carried by the siren’s hum
into deep winter
that heavy snow
through being weary
the need to yawn
allow the wind to sting your bones
just keeping on running
like a wolf pursues the fawn
until the mind is gone
you’ll find the stars
in that great beyond
through hell
through heaven
thy kingdom come
but keep on running
even if forlorn
only seemingly
the road dissolves
the pain becomes oppressing
your breath is gone
run
even as you feel the fall
keep those legs moving
intense and fiercely,
sincerely,
just run,
run,
run.
M.
2024
“She Reminds me of Winter”
She reminds me of winter.
Like freshly fallen snow,
hiding from the sun,
just a little shy, just a little timid.
She reminds me of winter.
The feeling of her breathe,
sitting close a flaring hearth,
exchanging stories of hell and heaven.
She reminds me of winter.
Carrying a jacket just in case.
Not due to the clemency of the weather,
just so she can use it in my place.
She reminds me of winter.
Of nights that seep into the days.
The darkened sky lasts longer,
during twilight, her mind creates.
She reminds me of winter.
Not because she’s cold, harsh, frigid.
Those icy eyes hide a blizzard so perfect,
order and chaos intertwined.
She reminds me of winter.
M.
2021
“Tarot”
The arrow flew
each card in the tarot,
Sagittarius striking true.
Alchemic magic azure blue,
nature’s prosody,
it rings so true.
The Fool,
The Fates,
The Building Blocks,
every draw,
it led to you.
M.
2021
“Thank you L.A.”
Five years ago, this day
I changed the chords to the song I played
leaving the gold, all that I knew,
I chose lead instead,
to weigh me down,
learn to walk again,
transform,
shine as my own,
grabbed the wheel of my ship,
wrecked into the rocks.
Five years ago, this day
I was born again
putting the past to rest,
those parts of me I loathed,
hated,
I nurtured,
smiled,
embraced,
through the process of alchemy,
they became the best of me.
Five years ago, this day
I began to find myself,
all within the experiment of becoming lost,
allowing everything,
the pain to flood,
the anger to explode,
the joy to burst in ode’s,
until there was nothing,
I was no more,
what remain was my soul.
Five years ago, this day,
I realized I had no control,
that I could choose the way,
the direction,
that is all,
life is nothing but a fleeting moment,
which makes it more than beautiful,
that we are all connected,
making every story worth even more.
Five years ago, this day
I found a home,
a place where I belonged,
amongst the palms,
under the scorching sun,
in so many nights of rum and bliss,
sometimes a kiss,
I found a family of sorts,
people I adore and love,
like me,
not willing to settle,
but strive to be free.
M.
2021
“Thoughts on Sleep”
Often so, I think about when I sleep.
What if when I close my eyes,
losing myself to slumber,
I cease to be the entity I used to be.
I die,
at least a part me,
or three.
That the dreams I dream,
are nothing but a glimpse,
to where the future meets the past,
to memories hidden deep,
of other realities,
planes,
times.
Morpheus playing tricks inside my mind.
Each morning when I wake,
I’m not the man that went to bed.
In parts,
me without debate,
yet my nightly travels make the light look different,
so, I contemplate.
M.
2021
“Two Nights”
Two nights,
they went so fast,
blinked by,
a comet in the sky,
kisses choking down our necks,
for a while we played pretend.
If we'll ever meet again?
The coin is spinning in the air.
M.
2021
“Voice”
I smiled when your voice tore through the noise,
the music,
conversations,
becoming nothing,
void.
My attention yours,
on every word you spoke,
your sweet laughter,
the whispers heard,
when your hair waved,
what your soul said,
when our eyes met.
M.
2021
“What is hope?”
What is hope?
When the moon hides from the sun
the music plays it's final tones
you'll come to my side
your hand will brush mine
as you whisper sweetly only for me to hear,
"My love, let's get out of here".
M.
2021
“Yearn”
I dreamt of you last night
maybe the vodka in my veins
or the herb got to my head
maybe because I changed the sheets again
to the ones you graced while you slept back then
maybe just because
that's how the script goes
either/or
now that I'm awake
hungover and undisposed
I yearn to feel your lips against my neck
your hand
Your laughter at something stupid I said.
M.
2021