Climbing through
Hoops, over hurdles
Putting thoughts into words
Words to the page
To the every chapter
Not to be read, to be seen
For years to come
What ever shall it become?
What ever shall it become?

A story to be told
Of deepest lamented pain
To triumphant glory
What more shall it be,
Memento mori?

What shall it be?
The stillness of words
The stiffness of letters
Yet the carriers of voice
Of sound beyond ears

What shall it be,
In a time soon to see?
Yet distant as a yearning shore
Calling the lost home
To meet their rest
What more shall time tell?
Time tells all things
Not quite yet
But eventually, all things shall rise
All things shall be known
Brought to shine
In the light of an early dawn.

- Jay M
April 5th, 2022

Dance with me
To the call of the moon
To the beckon of the wind
To the sway of the breeze
To the beat of our hearts

Dance with me
To the flow of river streams
To the falling of the rain
To the tumbling of leaves
To the shuddering of tree branches
To the whims of the mind

Dance with me
Together we shall see
All that which surrounds
May influence humanity
The cacophony of sounds
Trace along the lines of the mad
And strangeness of sanity
The marriage of realities
The conjunction of thoughts
Blended to unfathomable perfection

A balance more delicate than petals
Of a dried, wilted flower
Yet still full of life
Full of pigment

When it lives,
None then lament
For even if its destination is clear
A fate set in stone
It is never expected
Until the final breath
Is wearily drawn.

- Jay M
March 15th, 2022

Times turn like the waves
A certain shine of light
Ray on churning waters
Waters of brown and foamy white
Long polluted, sky of grey
Clouds dark, sure to mark
The coming of acid rains

Glass beach, its sands still turning
Still weathering, slowly becoming grains
To sift through fractured fingers
Miniscule cuts, scabs, and scars
Some fragments remain, to be plucked
By trembling appendages
Looked upon by
Sockets of long faded visions
Once so bright, not shy of a spark
Only to be overcome, shrouded by the dark

Skin and bone
Shadow and stone
To stumble about
Hollow husk
Pillar of flesh
Worn, long ago beaten and torn
Canyons and marks
Of days long ago
Gone to some
Whilst the lingering
It is ever present
Every waking dawn
They once again live

A time past the grand game
A time past “theirs” and “ours”
All that now remains
The tattered, the rubble
City rats searching for scraps
Become what they must
Far more than simple pawns
Once a tide of surging force
Now mere observers
Of the ruins of reality.

- Jay M
March 15th, 2022

As a moth to a flame
So to the call she came
A walk entranced
Each step her hips sway
Almost as though she danced
Through the ever-present mist
Gone is the light of day
Only the shine of the moon
As her hands reach forth
Twist to grasp for warmth
Toll of the lunar noon
Cross into the time
Of the approaching dawn.

- Jay M
March 10th, 2022

Follow in every night
Into the bleeding dawn
Filtering through
Dark curtains
To greet sleepless eyes
Gaze glossed over
Couldn’t get much lower
Than the echoing cries
Of hidden burdens
On countless pages she drew
Her secrets to burn
In small private fires
Freedom from darker desires

- Jay M
February 17th, 2022