When she walked into the room
I found myself consumed
by an outpacing heat.
My heart then felt it soon,
falling into a swoon,
stepping to a military beat.
Electricity in her eyes
and razors for thighs,
she sliced as she went.
Her voice, a sweet lullaby,
that could bed the sun up high:
her words had me spent.
But the sharpness of her glance
and that neck-breaker stance
could not compare to her mind.
Straight through like a lance,
her thoughts slowly advanced,
as mine charged hers in kind.
She and I collided as two,
and into her everything I through,
until we were much like one.
Giving all I believed and knew
because then and there I knew
my heart and mind she had won.
Ex Tempore LXX
M.M. — 26-Nov-2013
26 November 2013
24 November 2013
"What was Her name?"
What was Her name?
She came robed in night with the stars in Her hair,
A whirlwind fever-dream that dimmed all the lights.
Breath sweet like death's deceitful grace and embrace.
Cold to the touch and yet a blaze in Her eyes
That burned through the haze that She wove.
No words from those livid lips; but a kiss, both ice and fire.
From me She took, or rather, to Her I gave my life and light.
And so now I will be dead by dawn; to Her a prize that She swiftly won.
And never will I know whom or what stole my glow.
What was Her name?
Ex Tempore LXIX
M.M. — 24-Nov-2013
She came robed in night with the stars in Her hair,
A whirlwind fever-dream that dimmed all the lights.
Breath sweet like death's deceitful grace and embrace.
Cold to the touch and yet a blaze in Her eyes
That burned through the haze that She wove.
No words from those livid lips; but a kiss, both ice and fire.
From me She took, or rather, to Her I gave my life and light.
And so now I will be dead by dawn; to Her a prize that She swiftly won.
And never will I know whom or what stole my glow.
What was Her name?
Ex Tempore LXIX
M.M. — 24-Nov-2013
20 November 2013
Synapse
I stand by myself inside myself;
disconnecting myself from myself,
coursing along the fibrous channels.
The colours are so much more alive with my eyes closed.
Electrochemical firestorm,
a synchronous, oscillating universe reflecting on itself.
How long the journey? how far the voyage?
The answer lies in the distance of the synaptic cleft.
Ex Tempore LXXIII
M.M. — 20-Nov-2013
disconnecting myself from myself,
coursing along the fibrous channels.
The colours are so much more alive with my eyes closed.
Electrochemical firestorm,
a synchronous, oscillating universe reflecting on itself.
How long the journey? how far the voyage?
The answer lies in the distance of the synaptic cleft.
Ex Tempore LXXIII
M.M. — 20-Nov-2013
11 November 2013
The 11th of November
Eyes that still tell so much, despite the glaucoma,
and that had seen too much.
Seemingly so fragile in that chair,
but back then a stone against the waves.
*
I ran into Death earlier today,
he was counting from his list by the wayside.
I stopped and said,
How goes the tally, my old friend?
He looked at me
and simply nodded in affirmation.
*
In the Davies' house in Rhymney
a photo of him stands at attention.
He was very popular round the village,
she says, with troubled hands.
*
The fields have long been overgrown in Flanders
and the air long cleared.
The earth holds in it memories, mostly terrible ones.
But there, by the autumned trees—
only the flowers have to suffer winter's cold now.
Ex Tempore LXXII
M.M. — 11-Nov-2013
and that had seen too much.
Seemingly so fragile in that chair,
but back then a stone against the waves.
*
I ran into Death earlier today,
he was counting from his list by the wayside.
I stopped and said,
How goes the tally, my old friend?
He looked at me
and simply nodded in affirmation.
*
In the Davies' house in Rhymney
a photo of him stands at attention.
He was very popular round the village,
she says, with troubled hands.
*
The fields have long been overgrown in Flanders
and the air long cleared.
The earth holds in it memories, mostly terrible ones.
But there, by the autumned trees—
only the flowers have to suffer winter's cold now.
Ex Tempore LXXII
M.M. — 11-Nov-2013
02 November 2013
"Rain is falling"
Rain is falling upon their heads
They who fought but now are dead
With belief and strong will and heart
They stood together and yet apart
Women, men, children—one and all
Cold and lifeless under funeral pall
But once so full of life and steely sight
They all answered the call to fight
A fight for right, for life and liberty
To reseed freedom's fallen tree
And though it may seem all in vain
Yes, high was the price they paid
But the spring once more has found its flow
And embered hope regains its glow
The dead, they pass on to you and me
And all those wishing to be free
The courage and strength and will to live
For which everything I would gladly give
Ex Tempore LXXI
M.M. — 02-Nov-2013
They who fought but now are dead
With belief and strong will and heart
They stood together and yet apart
Women, men, children—one and all
Cold and lifeless under funeral pall
But once so full of life and steely sight
They all answered the call to fight
A fight for right, for life and liberty
To reseed freedom's fallen tree
And though it may seem all in vain
Yes, high was the price they paid
But the spring once more has found its flow
And embered hope regains its glow
The dead, they pass on to you and me
And all those wishing to be free
The courage and strength and will to live
For which everything I would gladly give
Ex Tempore LXXI
M.M. — 02-Nov-2013
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