time rests as though
he knew we yearned for it
he holds his breath
as our moments shared
felt beautifully lucid,
oh, we can only wonder
what it would have meant
if we allowed more of it.

-t.m

a glimmer of who you are, sunlit shimmer
held in your glance,
the softness in your whispers
each word planted mirrors
together, witnessing what needed to wither
bearing what was yet to leather
blinded by the friction
between today and forever
that which we shed,
unable to withstand together
the alluded tragedies of those we met,
who left the brutal parodies of the ends
we prayed that we’d never encounter again
the slow actualities we despise,
but find comfort in, that is,
we feared the warmth that we stumbled in

-t.m

come closer as
we weep together
undoing echoes,
the waves of joy,
aching for love
we could not
weather.

-t.m

jusqu'ici tout va bien
le temps a été
so far, so good
the time has been

je t’entends sous la pluie
soft droplets, kisses to serenade
the eve for more, drew me
yearning for embrace

être la lune dans le ciel  
that holds you, as the tears flush
comforting, the woman who heals
as we did, held in dusk

être revu
in love, in rage, in silence,
in stolen glances, by chance
by you

une autre vie, pour toujours
after life, to live again
another life, to love again
even with loss, over and over
again

- t.m

what’s the hurry
one of my elders told
me about the power of
stillness   you scurry
hoping you will make it
in time   he said i will ne-
ver be able to capture
the essence of life if i am
constantly bewildered  
  worried that clear visions
will turn out muddy   chasing
another human for fulfilment
   questioning whether he or she
will love me  am i enough for my
loved one’s endearment   judging
how other’s worry  forgetting about
my own commitments   my elder told
me to be at peace with the past and
appreciate everything that is
worth loving   everything that is not
will  in due time  reciprocate these
thoughts that build on your spiritual
enrichment

-t.m

i can feel it in the air
i can almost taste it
the challenge of
separating my devils
and desperations

long have i yearned
for serene balance
a nightmarish search
through pink matter
and my own madness

even on the brightest
days i am met with grins
from the shadows
nirvana thins
my past drowns
me in a pool of pathos

but i can almost describe it
the taste that is
even voices within
choose to deny it
a new coat of white
is clearing my canvas

-t.m

another seance, gulping
and gasping, in hopes to
welcome the chaos. wistful
with no margins, no colourful
crayons, nothing promised.
unexpressive, at times
dishonest. passive aggressive,
with a mind in *******. the
desire for an end, the wonder
of what is beyond this. a
prayer for love before then, to
one day look in the mirror with
fondness.

-t.m