Starting again is one of the hardest things you could do,
To have to let go and forgo the certainty of what you've known;
When it seems to you that an entire life you've lived is through
And another needs to be built and once more made your own.
I cannot count the times I've lived a life, loved a time, and knew
It would eventually end, only for the process to revert to the beginning.
This is the theme of my song, the motif, the chorus, the tone.
Ex Tempore XXXIX
M.M. — 30-Jan-2013
30 January 2013
28 January 2013
Words for a Song I
It is when we drove deep, deeper into the night—
the city we lost ourselves in—
our conversation on the roof—just you and me—
This moment is for us only.
It will live on forever,
but we will never be here again.
M.M. — 28-Jan-2013
the city we lost ourselves in—
our conversation on the roof—just you and me—
This moment is for us only.
It will live on forever,
but we will never be here again.
M.M. — 28-Jan-2013
27 January 2013
Emilia's Eyes
What I saw in Emilia's eyes,
glazed over in a translucent film of tears—:
The walls inside had finally toppled over,
on top of her
She was drowning, struggling
in the bottomless sea
under a grey storm that drowned the sky
Behind those eyes her story
went untold
and was hers to suffer
Everything else she did or said,
the way she tried to hold herself
to others,
could not hide the truth in her eyes
There was nothing beautiful in her exacting pain,
just pain
Ex Tempore XXXVIII
M.M. — 26-Dec-2012 | Amendment 22-Jan-2013
glazed over in a translucent film of tears—:
The walls inside had finally toppled over,
on top of her
She was drowning, struggling
in the bottomless sea
under a grey storm that drowned the sky
Behind those eyes her story
went untold
and was hers to suffer
Everything else she did or said,
the way she tried to hold herself
to others,
could not hide the truth in her eyes
There was nothing beautiful in her exacting pain,
just pain
Ex Tempore XXXVIII
M.M. — 26-Dec-2012 | Amendment 22-Jan-2013
"She came onto"
She came onto
me like the onset
of winter, gradual
and unnoticeable,
until I was caught
and my heart
was lost in her.
She set into me
and a claim was laid, silently,
that wrested
my control from me. The best
of me was now for her,
ever to be; the sentence mine to incur,
willingly or otherwise.
Ex Tempore XXXVII
M.M. — 14-Jan-2013
me like the onset
of winter, gradual
and unnoticeable,
until I was caught
and my heart
was lost in her.
She set into me
and a claim was laid, silently,
that wrested
my control from me. The best
of me was now for her,
ever to be; the sentence mine to incur,
willingly or otherwise.
Ex Tempore XXXVII
M.M. — 14-Jan-2013
23 January 2013
Love
[Ex Tempore XXXVI]
Tremble!— Tremble!—
But hope the walls don't fall inward.
M.M. — Ianuarius MMXIII
Tremble!— Tremble!—
But hope the walls don't fall inward.
M.M. — Ianuarius MMXIII
16 January 2013
Sometimes in our lives...
Sometimes in our lives we find ourselves stuck. Stuck in some way as the great patchwork of our personal history is stitched together. This could mean many things: stuck in an unfulfilling career, stuck in a loveless relationship, stuck in psychological upheaval, stuck in making the same mistakes again and again. All of these are inherently unique but have the common defining factor of an intractable and pervading discontentment, one that seems insurmountable simply because it has been with us for so very long. And worst still, we are very much conscious of this deep-rooted dissatisfaction. Yes, there are times when we become entrenched in our ways, when we concede to what is and what has been. It is the great cycle that leads to cynicism.
But there are many cycles in nature, and in particular I have reflected on that of the diurnal rising of the imperial sun. I take great comfort in the fact that that gargantuan orb of almost limitless energy will greet me again even though it falls at the onset of night. Every time we wake with a new sun we begin the first day of the rest of our lives. Our lives, tainted in the deepest way with dissatisfaction. But the sun should teach us one thing if nothing else: every morning we are given a chance, a new chance, a chance for everything to change. Trust in this. Life is not as predictable as it may appear to be; we are not dealt the same cards every time. There is always the possibility that something life-changing will occur, that the next big thing to happen to you will happen. Tomorrow will be the first day of the rest of your life, and perhaps tomorrow will be the day when your life changes forever.
But there are many cycles in nature, and in particular I have reflected on that of the diurnal rising of the imperial sun. I take great comfort in the fact that that gargantuan orb of almost limitless energy will greet me again even though it falls at the onset of night. Every time we wake with a new sun we begin the first day of the rest of our lives. Our lives, tainted in the deepest way with dissatisfaction. But the sun should teach us one thing if nothing else: every morning we are given a chance, a new chance, a chance for everything to change. Trust in this. Life is not as predictable as it may appear to be; we are not dealt the same cards every time. There is always the possibility that something life-changing will occur, that the next big thing to happen to you will happen. Tomorrow will be the first day of the rest of your life, and perhaps tomorrow will be the day when your life changes forever.
13 January 2013
Threnody
[Ex Tempore XXXV]
It is a hollow world we live in,
a hundred million cries reverberate
and shudder the mirrored walls of the city.
Death is no reverent thing here;
it is cold, heartless and rapacious.
It takes from us, with silent hands,
all the light in our lives,
and leaves us cracked and crumbled
and spiteful of the ostentatious motions of life.
Love is the most impossible of pursuits:
the chase enervating,
the loss end-closed.
And what life and love we may have...
the line we walk is precariously taut.
M.M. — Ianuarius MMXIII
It is a hollow world we live in,
a hundred million cries reverberate
and shudder the mirrored walls of the city.
Death is no reverent thing here;
it is cold, heartless and rapacious.
It takes from us, with silent hands,
all the light in our lives,
and leaves us cracked and crumbled
and spiteful of the ostentatious motions of life.
Love is the most impossible of pursuits:
the chase enervating,
the loss end-closed.
And what life and love we may have...
the line we walk is precariously taut.
M.M. — Ianuarius MMXIII
04 January 2013
"A goddess once came to me" [Incomplete]
[Ex Tempore XXXIV]
A goddess once came to me
Slipping in like sin,
Dreary in a lithesome dream.
Telling me of what had been,
And worse: what was to be,
I plummeted from my pedestal
As a newly prescient king.
My reign was subject to fall
And I, a subject to whims
Of Fate, fickle and mercurial.
M.M. — Ianuarius MMXIII
A goddess once came to me
Slipping in like sin,
Dreary in a lithesome dream.
Telling me of what had been,
And worse: what was to be,
I plummeted from my pedestal
As a newly prescient king.
My reign was subject to fall
And I, a subject to whims
Of Fate, fickle and mercurial.
M.M. — Ianuarius MMXIII
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