Moments in Time

This is another moment in time
that I've wandered into half-mindedly
The great span of life compressed
to the span of a quickened heartbeat
Questions that I ask, of myself
of the streaming thoughts
that whirl in me like wisps—
It is all a familiar song
that I forgot as the younger
A song that has aged vividly
And here I am, caught out in the pouring rain
of event, action and variegated lines of time
as I step forward, once again, decidedly
into a new story unknown

M.M.

Fighting for Yourself

Been on this road
Just trying my best to stay afloat
Carrying my bones
From one sunset to the next
Hoping for a little light
Hoping for the best

Underneath the great night sky
The song carries on
Leaving me breathless
Waiting till I'm all but gone

Yeah, I've seen Death's eyes
Onyx black and gaping wide
But there's a fire in me
And I no longer wanna hide

I'm fighting for myself
Fighting for this little life of mine
I'm not gone yet
And I'm not ready to die

Bloodied yet unbowed
I'm the master of this realm
Wielding the might of my sky

M.M.

Darkling

Night comes to rest upon a bed of gossamer dream
As the old mists of the mind rise in rivulets
The shadows of thought flit through a jeweled forest
The moon, gleaming by an ancient magick
The well-worn mask of time slips gracefully away
As the stars pierce the veil, grateful of the reprieve
The fire-dancers, in their maelstroms, bound and leap
Through the fantasy that sweeps across the earth
The limits of sight and sound are ever more bent
Bent, and stretched, as the Darkness comes thundering
As the Darkness comes, fierce as the chaos of dawn

M.M.

a piercing in time

I wonder if it's ever going to make sense
          being caught out in an ocean of time
          and enwrapped in winter-weary roaming
my mind is cleaved by comforts of remembrances
          I don't think the distance between
          nothingness and infinity has ever felt so tender
not quite a passage through, or a falling
          I coast, in the sigh of momentum
the tone color of thought
                              all that I will ever come to know

M.M.

"the words we speak"

For S.

the words we speak
hint of all the worlds
that come in and out of
existence in our minds
a language that is a magic
we alone can speak

to say what you mean
and mean what you say
to hold your own heart
in your trembling hand
this most precious stone
and sing it to sleep
and warm it back to health

the greatest mystery is all
which we do not say
for in the unspoken
is the anthology
that you have written
that, if ever allowed to be read
gifts an entire universe

M.M.

"It is the banshee"

It is the banshee that wails in the corner of my night
The devil of temptation that smiles out of sight
The great hollowness in the dark deep
The purloiner of my blessèd sleep

I am ablaze with the fire of madness

Stricken ill with the ambition to feel something

More than that which my paper-heart bleeds

Lost in the savagery of this endless wilderness

My sacred Sun deserts me in this black desert

Leaving me as prey to the howling djinn

The searing fields of all my unhidden sins

And the self-loathing of the guilt deserved

M.M.

To Be Unyielding

To be unyielding
To suffer the trials of this life
Teeter on the perch of cataclysm
Peer over the edge and turn back
The thread unravelling in the
Bastion of despondency and enervation
But a tautness left at the bone
Chaos will reign and devils will roam
The sword and spear never relinquished
This, for the brave, the bloodied, the unbowed
To be unyielding
Face-ward the undying sun
The call from the deep never silencing
And not a drop of hot blood ever spilt

M.M.

"Amorphous as a cloud"

Amorphous as a cloud, slipping between light
Emotional immaturity strangles the soul
With far too many deceiving planes in sight to step upon

Downcast as the pouring rain
The failures throw themselves excitedly atop one another

The manual for love was lost in the fires of growth
Or maybe all there has ever been are the fires
Uncontrollable and always rising like a flood

These vibrant colors do not stay – they just run
Till life is blind and the stars no longer shine

M.M.

The Tower

The tower exists as a thing unlike anything in its own world

Its time slowly dripping through a sieve of mist

A structure cursed by immobility and immutability

Its internal beams adamantine but its facade perpetually crumbling

Erected imposingly in the desolation, under a vault of ashen sky

Drear in aspect, imposing only because of its utter isolation

Unchanged, unchanging, unchangeable

The tower stands in fierce opposition of the great empyrean

But achieves nothing of effect

Prideful in its ambition and conation, but weakened in its will

A kilometer high, and verging upon the inch of its life

And ensconced deep within this monolith

Beats a heart terrible and tremendous

Pulsating like some endearing horror

Shining like darkness; loving like hate

The tower has stood here an age, and not even a minute

A monument to all that is other and unending

M.M.

"There is no such thing as starting over"

There is no such thing as starting over
To start over, to start fresh
Really means to store the old bones
In a great chest to be towed along
Starting over is to be weathered
And worn -- weary of the trifles of the world
Setting upon a new path is simply to
Continue along onto a bending in the road
What I once believed of the hope in starting anew
Is now a recognition of the spectres
And ghosts that haunt me in the dead of night.

M.M.