Half divine, half monster,
As slow as the seasons but
As fast as raging thunder.
We swim in the air and
Look suspiciously at the world
Knowing for a fact that
There is something hidden from our eyes.
Like babies we cry and
Like gods we are worshipped by ourselves.
Like beasts we eat and we hunt
And like angels we dance and we sing.
We play with breath
And we play with fire
Yet there is this burning desire
To breathe air that is truly meant for us,
Because we live in a suffocating ballon
That floats in time and will soon pop!

Have we made a mistake in being here?

All of our devices warp reality
Yet my imagination is the only thing that is free.
We try fighting our chains
Force change
And build a heaven on Earth once again
But the beast cris
And years for rain
And shelter
From the raging storm.

More the I drink,
The less you do,

So Death is walking with you,
And walking with you,
All alone,

The hate you breed is made for one,
And the drink you took was made for fun, So why is it,
you are alone?

Two hearts or three,
The more the strength,
Two tongues at least,
Should be the length,

The blood it needs to be pure red,
The worse it is to use the dead,
Don’t fail to use the ***** flail,
With rust and mold and hair assailed,

Then spit on dirt and churn the mesh,
For bone will rot like all the rest.
And death will take with curse and sail
And whisk you off to your own hell,

This curse is made with hate and power,
With all four corners,
And angels power,

Don’t doubt the strength,
Of birth and death,

The first and last,
Will be your breath.

I curse thy name
The one whom dare
To attempt in severing the string
Of red, tender loving fate
Stretching beyond the realm of reason
To bind a pair in eternal bliss
Oh what a test,
What a test of such lengths!

I curse thy name
The one whom dared
Allow me entry into their abode
Only to be cast away
Nevermore to return
To thy fortress of cold stone

I curse thy name
Oh maiden of faces
Viper in disguise of garden snake
Venom dripping from thy cruel tongue
Perhaps poisoning not only thine enemies
But those held ever so dear and near
To thine jagged pit of a heart

I curse thy name
The one whom dare
Not seek the existing truth
Offered to thee in full
Ever so stubborn, as a bull

Perhaps things may become peaceful
All to one day be clear as crystal
If yee only wished it so
Perhaps we could let it go
If the other could but understand
What the other holds in their hand?

- Jay M
December 15th, 2020

This is a gift I brandish alone
My sheath is my passion
My sword is my poem
Intellectual aesthetic‘s
My centre of pleasure
My creativity flows on
This body is tethered

People can make me feel quite strange
They roll their eyes and shake their brains
Seldom are they on the same page
Where poetry flows
In an aesthetic array

But this is who we are
And there is no need to change
The expanding universe
Is calling our names
...................

i am forever, cursed to never age
the death i have to repeat
is the heartbreak you've given me

you can choose to ignore me
but you know i am there
lingering softly, longing for the beat of my own chest

i am a ghost
plagued to haunt you forever
as much as you haunt me

is this what you wanted?