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May 2018

mark john junor

the muse of her daytime mind
cast in paper and plaster
burns in effigy of her wandering heart
directionless tones seep from beneath her lip
as her hot eyes scatter place to place
in the neatness of arranged stuffed animals
who neither claim or deny
just gather dust like a memorial to the passing ages

the 8th muse sits entwined
in the onslaught of the forest's burning desire
to grow unchecked by man's hand
to grow despite the sea of grey gripping the sky

her bland flesh
in pastel colors
just clings to the rain
running like makeup under tears
and the handcrafted sketches
of paper-thin smiles
are but a foretaste of masterpieces to come
she will find her own Sistine Chapel
for her soul to wrestle
she will find the word redemption
and know its meaning to the core of her soul
© 2018 mark john junor all rights reserved

#redemption #soul #wrestle #conscience #hope

May 2018

mark john junor

cascading sunlight

the cascading sunlight folds
itself over the tables and chairs
making the bland beautiful
as she sits with smiles
ever-present spoken exquisiteness of words
she is the guardian at the gate
she is the handcrafted perfection
spun out from the threads of heartstring
sewn into her fiery love of rock n roll
into her gentle quiet lover's restful adoration

the cascading sunlight flows
over the chipped tile floor
like a slow flood of cool waters
inked into the deluge are the images
of days shared here
of the worlds within the music that plays
of the moments where her happy eye captured me

the cascading sunlight rushing
up the far wall as sunset inhales all the day's joy
and then exhales all our gathered loves
like purity
like beauty
like her sweet heart

the cascading sunlight renews us all
this is the birth of my new world
this is the journey that i never knew
till after i had taken its first steps

© 2018 mark john junor all rights reserved

#sunlight #love #lover #journey #hope #beauty

May 2018

mark john junor

cool treasures

Standing at the edge of the lake
morning fog fading into the light wind
the forest alive with every small creature
giving voice to the rise of the sun
with each one putting its own beautiful song
into a symphony of summer...
this moment in my heart
a cool treasure from nature
a journey from sleepy places
to a joyous celebration
of the natural world

#nature #nurture #birds #celebration

Apr 2018

Rebel Heart

All I Wish I Was

I wish for you
Perfect sunsets
And early morning day dreams
I wish for you
Perfect smiles
And living life to the extremes
...
I wish for you all that
And so much more
But most of all
I wish-
I wish I could be
The one you spend
All those memories with
And I wish that
More than you could ever know
...

And yet,
When you looked at me
With tears in your eyes
And asked why
I couldn't stay
...
Well behind my broken smile
Was the truths that stung to say
...
Because-
I'm not the kind of girl you fall in love with.

("I'm not the kind of girl you fall in love with" was something RH had once told me as an excuse that I later found was written in her lyric wall. LOL just wanted to share the excitement that I found I finally found the full poem I'm guessing it first started out from (so I shared some of it with all of you!). Sorry for the long notes lately I've been moody but Happy Writing! ~BM)

(Front Page 4/27/2018)

#wish #love #girl #heart #heartbreak #life #fall #broken #smile #eyes

Apr 2018

Rebel Heart

The Way You Write

It's not the way
Your poetry just flows
From pen to paper
Right out of your soul

But rather the way
Your ink spills just right
Threading letters together
Touching hearts as you write
...

(Excerpt of one of my favorite pieces written exactly 6 years ago on this date.. Happy Writing~BM)

(Front Page 3/22/2018)

#write #letter #word #poet #life #love #ink #heart #soul #touch

Apr 2018

Rebel Heart

Pieces of Her

...
And in that moment I realized
Her pieces shatter more quickly
Than she can glue them together
And in between the broken seconds
That her universe is in chaos
Those pieces of her soul
Break down to mere dust
And float away in the winds
Of what once was
Joined by the false notion
That her future could be brighter
If only
She gathered her pieces
A little faster.

(A long poem dedicated to a friend of RH's that passed Years ago. I never knew her personally but this write was absolutely too beautiful for pieces of it not to be shared. Happy Writing ~BM)

(Front Page 3/28/2018)

#piece #her #universe #break #dust #life #friend #depression #bright #lost

Mar 2018

Kellin

Tattooed stories

To the girl with the notepad
Scribbling war into my skin
Tell it well this time

#love #hurt #war #notepad #skin #girl #short #stories

Mar 2018

Kellin

Moonlight moans

The words have faded
I am lost
Pale skin dances across mine
Moonlight seeps through
My eyes shut
Breathing stills
The walls echo my name
You exhale