in my hands I hold
the remains of a gift
once freely given
and received unprotestingly

this gift, the only thing worth
giving. pure, whole.
the only thing to offer.
given willingly, prayerfully,
trustingly.

it was meant to be cherished
respected, protected.
nurtured and grown.

then my trust was betrayed,
broken, abandoned

now I feel I can never,
ever let someone promise to
cherish and protect me

for now I find
that all that remains,
are remains

JCM 2013 ©

What becomes of love when it is old
when it is old it is as a desirable lace
intricate and woven with time, highly
desired and coveted by all

What becomes of love when it is new
when it is tender and delicate, as a
newly sprouted blade of grass. pushing
through hardship and growing roots

What becomes of love when it is spurned
when it is spurned it becomes as ash or a
snowflake. easily crushed or blown away
by the winds of hurt and defeat

What becomes of love when it is embraced
when it is embraced it is a fire, not the kind that
scorches or chars. but the kind that engulfs your
soul and glows with the happiness only it can bring

JCM 2013 ©

You are the one who can lift me,
from the mire we have caused

A swamp of words, lies and broken promises
shared with each other, others and none

How can we, who were united, stand opposite?
Throwing between us all we once loved

We are the creators of the void between us,
day by day filling it with invisible pain

Pain, to tear asunder the very pillars
on which we once stood regarding the world

Yet even pillars of marble can falter,
when all they have to stand on is mire
disguised as lies and broken promises


JCM 2012 ©

12/13/12

Gently, softly, strong, powerful
giving life to the immovable.
As a puppet with an invisible puppeteer
moving graceful arms, suspended in air.
Running through its leafy green fingers
shaking its sleepy limbs, bending, twisting.
Rippling like a pianists hands over dormant keys
gone as quickly as it appeared.


JCM 2011 ©

Leaves contort and curl,
the life retreating from them.

Returning to the mother core,
which brought them forth.

Leaves contort and curl,
the life retreating from them.

Returning to the ground,
the mother, which brought them forth.


JCM 2011 ©

You see right through me,
as though through a glass.

Unnoticed, ignored, invisible.

But I have flesh and blood,
I feel love, joy, pain like you.

Unnoticed, ignored, invisible.

You forget my name, repeatedly
mention someone else's

Unnoticed, ignored, invisible,

you tall a lot of smack
but when it boils down
you've hurt someone
you can never have back

Insensitivity can be forgiven
but only if its recognized,
apologized for.

Unnoticed, ignored, invisible.

My heart is as big as the western skies
but even a pin hole can drain such as I

I deserver better treatment than this
I demand better treatment than this
In the end, I will get better treatment
that this.

Unfortunately for you, respect goes both ways.
and I do not give what i don't receive.

I wont let you treat me as Invisible.

JCM 2011 ©

6/19/2011