Little miracles are fireflies;
When I catch one, I snap it
To sizzling gloop on my palm

So your god could patch my blisters
With golden thread, instead of the raw
Scraped rubber I spin on

Or tug his dandelion angels from the grave
To levitate me, regal, never to walk another step
Still, I'd deny him.

Little miracles are broken glass;
When the sun drizzles, they could be
Tiny flesh-encrusted jewels

But your god could heal my eyesight
Enhance my Eden to iridescence,
Blooming softly, gleaming,

Or clasp my skull like china forever
Precious, careful as the ****** mother with my brain
I swear I'd deny him.

In a fit of passion, push
Blazing rafts down from heaven
Euphoric streams through my window

Replace my dropped smiles
Like old, shameful sweet wrappers
With hosts of lovers, heather, art,

And me, still scrawling
'Return to sender'

Little miracles are burbling infants
Superseded by the howl of war
They do not revive fossils or friends

Or pelt Australian treetops with fluorocarbon
They are glitter in the carpet
A barbeque for nirvana

A burden
You must deny, deny, deny
(You have my word that so will I).

The Great Migration

Oh, how my eyes have been blessed!
To see Heaven’s tumultuous rush,
God’s artwork itself,
Racing through the sky.
Miles beyond the red-bellied and starlings.

In murmurations,
they stroke the color in the sky,
they cradle life to the Earth
And stomp on man’s naivete.

Ending nowhere and everywhere
Pride swells in their stomachs.
They believe they have won,
They believe they have no limits,
They know there is no end.
The unfailing heaviness of my Lord’s brush,
Shall humble them.

To each her own,
Because it belongs to all of us.
This story retold for eternity’s sake.
Rich specks evaporating;
Greedy, dark giants giving to all.
Oh, how the Heavens try to tell us!
If only we could look up and see ourselves in the bustle.
If only we could see them as they truly are:
Vapor.
If only we could see them as they truly are:
Dust.

Who will I be when the King comes?
Drunk as nacreous,
Honest like Cumulus,
Or tenacious as the Cumulonimbus.
Who could I be when the King comes?
Lost to the air,
Found in the ground.

Is our story one without meaning,
Burdened with unnecessary passions
Forever clouded with the certainty of uncertainty.
Oh, what can I bring?
Oh, what shall I carry?
When we are all just weightless souls,
Chasing weightless goals.
With love as our bonds
And light as the limit.

I guess you thought we were forever,
but you were temporary
sorry I’m a *****.


— I’ll say sorry forever but I won’t mean it, unlike you // a.

There is at times a great sadness which falls upon me and though falling it seems to rise from below me to slow me which blows me away and that is the way I cope with it.

The origins must be from the past and they are as far as I know, which is about one metre as the winds blow, the stones which I cast turned into boomerangs and coming back to slam me.

And then I feel like Yosemite Sam,
a peculiar figure
dressed as a man
with so many  issues,

boxes of tissues under the bed
Folies Bergere in my head
on the screens
in my dreams
it all seems
weighty and
lately
I've been sinking,
drinking more from the
cup of sorrow
not worrying about where
or whether
tomorrow comes.

She always saves me
from myself
I save those memories in
eggshells.

If you're drinking,
thinking
your cup of sorrow's
bottomless,

it isn't,
tomorrow's always
another day
and who's to say
it won't be better
than today.

some say,
'get with the programme'
stop with the flim-flam,
pull yourself together!

whether that helps or not
you must remember
you've always got
hope.

Stolen in the night
Children hushed of fright
Lullaby sung
Bow strung
Arrow nocked and ready
Hands once shaking, now steady

Hush, dear ones
The mortal shuns
What they do not understand
Beatings, mockery, barely able to withstand
What they throw at us
The things they discuss

We are different
Unique, standing out in the crowd
Going against the current
In mystery, we are shroud

Ravens caw
Tales of woe
Mortals gape in awe
Yet that was a time ago
Now they point fingers
And the terror lingers

Hush, children of night
They understand not our plight
So spread your wings
Take flight
Do not accept their rings
Do not be bound to them
It is us they condemn

Show them no mercy
For never did they show any
An age old controversy
Stealing the lives of many
For a pretty penny

Rest now, children of mine
You are safe and sound
Rest those heads of thine
They lay in their caskets in the ground
Worry not my darlings; hush now
Close your eyes, and drift off
They are gone, it matters not how
Just rest now, hush
There is no rush
Hush, children, hush

- Jay M
January 4th, 2020

My heart is blackened
The edges burned and seared
And no matter what I do
No matter how hard I try
I can’t keep it alive
I can’t stop the necrosis
As it spreads
Deeper and deeper
And I’m really... uggghhh
I’m frustrated
Because I’m supposed to be alive
I’m supposed to want to be
But I can’t escape it
The death that follows me