Depression (Iteration 7)

Hold fast to the world
As it spins erratically
Make haste toward the end
As I descend chaotically

The world tears apart at the seams
And as the sky heaves and weeps
Wreckage falls like comets
The entropy coming, rushing

Love is the finest poison
Seeping into the ocean of wounds
Infecting and erupting the heart
In this haggard, final season

The kinetics strip away my flesh
She, singing sweetly like Death
I knew my terminal phase
When I saw her truth in the rain

This whole universe fractures
And the void swallows the light
The last light, the last of all of me
It all ends, with a pained, muted sigh

M.M.

She, My Victory

The moon blooms above the
Sprawling darkened wood
It, beaming in knowing propitiousness
Her face: lit incandescent and
Emanating Promethean flame

Each word that she utters
Shatters the silence like
The ponderousness of infinity
And with her every movement
She brings me my victory

She is always at my side
A statement and a scythe
Slicing through my gossamer mind
Regina of my ever-night
Wielding the might of her sky

I've warred with the high Empyrean
And the Great Dragon
And burned in both those infernos
And still she rose me to life
And resurrected me in her Light

At this moment, in this forest
Her caresses impede time
She shifts the whole howling midnight
And brings wreckage to my flesh
And the very Life of my Death

M.M.

"I feel too much"

I feel too much

And know too little

The blaze in me burns so wildly

And so widely

How far-stretched I am, across the

Zero-temperature void

Dialoguing with moribund stars

Who tell me their secrets in their last moments

Madness, I think, is sickness of the heart

Metastasizing to the mind, already so frail

The world, it seems, is made of parts

Assembled so incomprehensibly

Or perhaps that's just the way it reflects in me

Reflects in the mirror-pool of my inner-scape

I feel too much and know too little

And I continue, all ablaze and all in disarray

M.M.

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.