Our love is like learning how to play the guitar
We'll make mistakes along the way
Get ourselves hurt strumming the strings
Learn how to be patient
Go beyond the limits sometimes and get carried away with the idea of curiousity

Learn new chords, new songs, new things that eventually will lead us to the right track
Take a quick break from everything and just cool it off when we get tired from playing
But then get back on the beauty of never giving up in order to finish the song you're learnig
Or in our case.. What we've started

With each passing strum
With each callus peeled on our skin, our hands or finger will be stronger, rougher and harder.. just like us
And then after all these, we'll perfectly play the most beautiful song and melody there is
A song and melody called "Us" or "Love" or "Forever"
or "Together", whatever

- MMM

a whole sorrow ago
she held me
the talismans guide
bereft of speech, thieves in hand
offered to lend the body
and boy ran, vexed
crossed oft, learnt
wounds a whole sorrow
seven tales of prayer stilled
the mothers fix?

blackness of shelter
alcove of sickness
thieved inside the wars, young

learnig to speak with my tongue held,

dedication

what didn't we all notice, in the subways?

how eyes absolved, escape ironic

i am only as poems being discovered, in irish
behind a play writing unfamiliar and at war with itself
atone, ment in origin is parched is shame


to be just with my audience is to honest ones self
talled of accusation, only finding i am not knowing how to live
a world in turmoil, against dis-satisfaction attempts myself?
the improbable design of an ill conceived mind

To live is not counting each breath
Or even noting the time it takes to breathe
Living is doing, creating, exploring and manufacturing
Living is being in the moment with what you are doing
Living is never knowing when you will die
Never seeing a sure end
Any forty-eight hours can be significant
Moments in one’s life. Moments of proposals
Moments of sacraments, of discovery
Of learning, forgetting, remembering and re-learnig
The last forty-eight hours can be hours of passion
Of love-making, or of making one last attempt to do
the thing you never had the courage to do
The last nanoseconds can be of apathy
Like the many bits of boredom that wasted much of life
To live is not counting each breath
Or even noting the time it takes to breathe
Living is doing, creating, exploring and manufacturing
Living is being in the moment with what you are doing