"What to do with this love"

What to do with this love in disarray?
This precious little thing lost in the wild
Its monument remains unfinished
As its metropolis falls to ruin
It has striven for an age and
Bounded across oceans of dream
It eagerly stroked the edge of freedom
As it careered with the impetus of comets
What to do with this ailing star?
Entering its terminal phase in the void
A stasis created by chaos, by entropy
Its kinetics measure zero-degree
It collapses into itself at every step

M.M.

"Come again to me in unsettled dream"

Come again to me in unsettled dream
With a crop of stars in your hair
And your Promethean soul laid bare
Undressed by winter caress
And uncoiled by rebelliousness

Remind me of your sylvan song
And the heady times now long gone
When once we were raging storms
Expending ourselves like lightning
And verging on immortality

crucible

deep rumbling in the vaults

unlight crawling out from the corner

encroaching upon me, shrouding me in night

I see a diamond shining erratically

quivering like a sodden child

quivering with amorphous fear

white beams struggling for breath and reach

this cell within which I crumble

slowly, through aeons of dogmatic word

speaking shrilly and grating soul

blinding sight and effacing my one-letter name

I dine with the shadows that drape the walls

brokering on behalf of stars lost in disarray

demons lit by tremors of implacable thought

they give voice to night, they proselytize

the darkness delivers me to myself

stripped bare by godlessness, immolating faith

and up from the ground, where I festered

my own word tears me apart

as I rebuild myself, one sin at a time

M.M.

Prometheus

The dawn of day
The millennia etched in the horizon
Suns that have risen for eternity

Awakening with great mind's eye shut
From a grave, stillborn and wretched
Layered with absolute cold and stagnation
Beleaguered by the tides of restrictive time

Womanly in vigor and disrupting order
Love coming from deep unknown
Nurtured to manhood by emboldened will
Conation and will, desirous of freedom and more

Risen to heights, beyond mountain peaks
Declaring war with petulant gods
Armed with a sword of light
A coruscating blade, cleaving the black void

A circle of fire, a ring of flames
A storm of ignited elements streaking across the empyrean
Fire in the flesh of man, in the heart of woman
Kinetics of force enflamed
Truth raging ever more wildly
As the vibrant colors of horizons change hue

Destiny in mortal hand
Death and life as courses undetermined
A soul found between a thought and a word

M.M.

"A rush of blood to the heart"

A rush of blood to the heart
A heart stricken and enlivened
An enlivened soul rearing to crescendo

Maybe this is just a dream of a yesteryear
A memory come back to haunt me
Never-dying and perpetual
A dream living wild off itself

She's all the proof I've ever needed
A consignment straight from the echoes
Resonant and deep in my inner world
A secret wish and a burning desire given word

Carried along by the primordial storm
A storm raging and wrathful and velvet red
Red and black, like black encroaching night
Nights spent wrapt by her dominion
The dominion in which my mind is most free

—M.M.

infra

light bent askew- the blessed eyeing sin askance
humanity drained & obsidian substance infused
a line Of terror streaking across the silence
wordless, formless -light bent askew

Appassionata

Like light cast into a swirling mass

of night, I am torn and I am stripped

A mind trapped by the confines that

love has erected around me. A passion

tantamount to violence, softly infusing

I lift myself and bare my soul to the sun

Run by the cold rivers, in the ancient wood

Dreamless the dreamer in the dead of night

My nights that she keeps, with her pale, beautiful

hand; a hand I wish like madness to hold

I slip away, to the wayside, to the inside

deep into the core of a starless vault

where she alone shines, bright and warm

The might of it, the weight of it—the

simple thought of her nestled next to my heart

Forces that came forth from heat, kinetic

energy come into being like the first bursts

of light: wrapt, as I am, by her movements

Sonorous and dulcet voice repeated in aural

memories, or a twirl and a tilt of the head in visual

scenes of just yesterday or the first day we spoke

Dreamless this dreamer who dreams for requital

but the dream effaced away like mist of an

early winter morning. An inner light that has grown

in me illuminates landscapes both arid and fertile

The streams of future are wayward stallions

unbridled and untamed. Just as passion and desire

run unfulfilled. Rove the rover lost in his own land

a land no longer his own but reigned by a hand

and a light cupping his heart and irradiating his mind

A mind that has been satisfied at long last, by a mind

stitched together the same, with the same sheen of darkness

All like water through a sieve and physical laws perfect

to a precision imperceptible by man. Because she is

precision, a blade with an edge so fine that my thoughts

themselves are rent. And assorted as they are in strange

new ways, by the beck of her word and her worth.

Regina of my night; dusk under your tow

countess of my day; dawn encroaching with your step

If truth be the sole judge of this passion, then my crucible

has been passed, and exceeded, and utterly engulfed by

the fire in her eyes, the blaze of her caress and the

inferno-maelstrom of her mind. Dominion of passion

Turbulence of storm-assailed sea. Love of a vastness

never known before by this dreamless dreamer

"Not by design"

Not by design or by intent

It did not become fact because it was meant

The two streams seemingly coursed apart

For years on end, till in one abrupt shift

They collided into one another

I lost all my words, and felt nothing but a chaotic peace

Standing in the sun, I felt the light fill me inside

It was the Answer I did not know I had longed for

The epiphany to efface the Question I did not know to ask

In a quiet room, on a day of little mention

A thought cracked like lightning

A clarity swept like fire through my being

In that moment, with no warning, I finally knew

My heart

My mind

Both belonged to her

"I dreamt of a grassy beach"

I dreamt of a grassy beach, of a storm approaching from the sea. Dark and heavy clouds moving as a living entity toward the land. I stood upon a mound and felt the coming change, felt the wind and the cold that grew gradually. I was nothing but a witness to an event as old as the earth. A rhythm of nature. A moment in time. And through it all, throughout my watching, I wondered of her - saw her in the distance. For this storm from the sea, this dream of dark and wind and rain - was her. An event of such great magnitude that it would change the land forever - she would change me forever.

"The desert ran on"

The desert ran on for years
An expanse as wide as the mind
Where time weighed down with stellar mass
But brought no change

In the distance of the night
Desire lit the way
Warmed the cold that lingered
Desire that was a half-dream
Giving flight to a wingless man

And it all just ran on
Far into the breadth of the sky
And into the deep of the heart
A craft of light and love
But solidified and unending

M.M. — 03-Sep-2016