If I could be the moon
I would not shine, but
My grey dusty bones would spin
Endless

Let me pull you in, my ocean
Let me push you away, my sea
Let me stay in orbit, my bittersweet gravity

I am alone
Do not look up at me
You will not see my dark side weep

I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
blooming
where the scars
used to be.

R.M.

have you seen the flowers breaking through the dawn
rising from there beds as they begin to yawn.

standing up so proudly to face another day
showing of there splendour  making life so gay

giving off a scent growing wild and free
growing there so proudly for all of us to see.

As I gazed upon the face of my enemy
I saw warped reflections of all that I used to be.
It forced a fleeting ponder upon my fate within the Great Yonder
and a feeling too absurd to declare;
Whether the ****** or the Buddha emerged
after I fought with the demons submerged

Feeling estranged from my shame and all burdens of pain
I finished my shave, declared myself sane
and went downstairs to get breakfast.
Musing on the strangest 15 seconds of my life