"A soft love"

A soft love
A comforting love

A sleepy love

A love that reels you into yourself

    with a song that paints the echo chambers

    of your heart

A love that seeks war

A belligerent love

A love, in its naïve hubris

    sees the folly of its daggers

A peaceful and soothing love

A love not too short-sighted

    or too blind for its own good

A love... just one love

Just one time to love and

    one time to be loved

To allow the edges of the world

    its seams, to disintegrate

A love

The Love

The Love that subsumes all

    even love itself

–M.M.

"Here's a thought"

"Here's a thought," he said to himself.

"I think we ought to think like we are

at the end of our rope." This conversation

was just him trying to unlock the locked

cage he was in. But he wasn't really sure

what to say or what to do to break free

from that cage he made for himself.

"I saw them being so, so happy. I thought of

myself like that sometimes. I mean, I don't see

why I can't be like that." It was a source of naivety

as if he were really speaking from the heart.

But it wasn't really a place he could leap to,

to become something else.

It was a plane beyond that he would have to

propel himself to; far, far beyond—beyond the ire and

the misguidedness that he was and had ever been.

It's just one cosmic ejection, one thing to vault

us far beyond ourselves, that we sometimes need;

that we, that we all, desire.

                                        –M.M.

"I think it's always only a look"

I think it's always only a look
When she turns and sees him

I think it's only always a glance

When he forgets a thought

And she comes into view

It must only be a few words

Must only be a million giggles

Must only be laughs they've forgotten

I've never really understood

Until I realized understanding wasn't it

It's that thing you sometimes see

That you sometimes feel

When it appears at the side of your sight

When you feel just really good

But like, really, really good

It's like a song that you first heard

And it's made you dance around the room

Around the room like the fool

That's love

That's what it's been all along

Love

Stupid

Stupid and great and wonderful

And everything

So

I think I've been looking

For something all along

That's never, ever been

To be found,

But felt and seen and loved

                    M.M.

What attraction means to me

I've been asked before who is my "type":

And I've always hedged in my answer,

Until lately, when I finally lost all vacillation:

You see, I like the fine and the bright

I like she who speaks of the divine and heaven

I like she who renounces the Cross and dogma

I like she who sees more than the boundary

Than the boundary between the light and the dark

And how so simply that all is, that dichotomy

You see, I like she who is far more than black or white

Far more than light or dark, or the falseness of dichotomy

I like she who sees beyond the idiocy of supremacy

The word that dictates to you and allows no heresy

And I like she who is sweet and kind and full of heart

Full of heart, full and kind, someone who is gifting the world

For whoever she may be, she would be a gift, someone whole

And yet, someone not whole, not full, not kind

Because who of us is any of that: we really are none of that

You see, she who I like: she would be far more than me

Far more me than all the expectations I've ever made for her

And yet, completely something I have nothing of that expectation, you see?

It means absolutely nothing, really

It's never meant anything to me

Who I like, who I want to be with—is—

"We were wayward stars"

We were wayward stars, filling ourselves with elemental might
Fighting against predestination with our recidivist light
The forgotten souls that time threw away
Forgotten souls that the gods kept at bay

We had one chance and one chance alone
One last life to live and one future to own

And yet we desired something of terminality

We thought of undeath—stupefied by eternity

We just may be things of unsettled being

For we are not of gods—of uncaring reason

Because just as pulsars rotate singing our lovesongs

So we tumble like atoms in cosmic storms

I do not think we are much longer for this reality

I think we need not think of yesterday or of infinity

We should continue to career wildly, all awry

T'ward a glorious, unabashed—a star's—goodbye—

M.M.

Endless

I fell into a deepest hole

Seeing everything I stole

Looking up from the bottom

To the top

Smiling like a foolish asshole

And still, I make the same mistakes

Breaking what I make

Like the inevitable crack

In the side

Of what I still call my mind

I see something like a light in the sea

That I think may be, what makes me

Be free, from me

That really

Could be the cause I need

I am whoever I am, and will be

Whomever I now be

Living this endless fantasy

But it needs

An end, and an end of the false me

M.M.

The End of Summer

I felt the winds grow colder as we grew older
Just as all things came to an end

I thought of all I should have told her
Before all things came to the end

There was a melody that played throughout summer
Something that sang to us to what was no end

But I'm packing away the faded glow of her
Until it's ready to dance so wildly again

A spring that fell in love with summer

And another summer that's now gone and been

M.M.

"I thought I was for Death"

I thought I was for Death

I thought I was for nothing

I thought I was for nothing at all

But when Death came

When Death came, all handsome and beautiful

When Death came, I think fell in love

I thought when Death came, I’d be for nothing

I thought when Death came, I would be nothing

I thought when Death came, I’d be no more than nothing at all

But when Death came

When Death came and spoke to me all handsomely

When Death came and spoke to me

I spoke to Him

I spoke to Him and I listened

I spoke to Him and I heard

He said to be

He said to be something

He said to be something else

I think Death was someone

I think Death was someone else

I think I loved, and loved, and loved Death

That maybe Death was someone else

That He was someone else

Someone else who loved me

M.M. 

Love-Song of Two Stars

You perceive more than most.
You see the world for its
strings and waves, which
interlace and stream
through one another.
An attunement in you, so natural to you,
as integral as the vibrations of the world
you see within and outwith yourself.

When I give,
my ideas are compacted and
packaged. Black-hole masses
as small and as big as a thought—
and you let them blossom. Like
petals, in a spring wind, carried
near or far or however which way.
Destinations with names and locations
unknown at inception, but oh so real.

Always have I been a stone
figure, posed and still in
the dark. Something seen in
half-forgotten dreams. Stagnant
eternally. Till the shining that came
from your voice, from your mind, broke me.

We each walk paths for
ourselves—each to their own
as we each are masters of our own
creatures, unwieldy as they are.
And yet the reason always the same:
to understand a world that defies
reasoning, that wishes never to be understood.

Like ballast in my vessel, departed
from the port of a sun, you are my stability.
The first and the last—you are the atomic
in the fundamentals incised in me.

But comets, we two, far-flung and
infinite-distant. Stars in the void.
Too far to career together;
dancing too close to join.

All this an ever-dream. All this
a distance much too far, much
too much—not for you or for I, but for
us.

M.M. —  06-Aug-2016

Mind Voyage

My feet stand firmly on the ground
But my mind rides on rays of the sun
Stationary in time but waiting for more
For all my possible futures to come

I journey through the empty void
That separates one thought and another
A moment that lasts as long as a flicker

And as briefly as the touch of forever

I have waited so long for nothing at all

And for nothing to be my everything and all

A lifetime spanning one end to another end

To, at last, realize the needs of my sun's crescent

Sharpening the philosophic weapon that is my mind
Going back to the beginning and hurling myself forward
Deep into the blackest deep and unleashing it all skyward

And perhaps, one millennium, to burn, to shine, and to die

With peace and kindness, relinquished, all in one, and all mine

M.M.