The sky resembles the robin's eggshells
                                                      scattered across the ground,

a blue so seemingly infinite                     yet fragile,
cracks running between understanding and madness

       complementing each other

as divine truths in their own right
to conquer my mind,
to unhinge the doors,
making it unnecessary to pick rusted locks

      letting thoughts fly free,
                                       releasing love out into the horizon.

If frozen within caged snapshots of mildewed expectations,
      it will surely die,
                 but even so,
  I was willing to strangle it by holding on too tightly.

    
    Until I saw the sky and eggshells today


      Peppered clouds reflected on the water,
                                            paralleling speckles on the eggshells,
                                    remind me of the freckles on your face.

  We need to be wide-open-free,
                                                we need to fly,
         without focusing too ******* shells of yesterdays.

We need to unclench our fists,
unclench our tongues,
explore the vast blue peppered sky
                                                
                                                      on wings of letting go....

so that we can once again feel with purity,      
so that we can hold each other ever closer.







05.24.12

All my ghosts
meet me in the morning
for coffee.

We chat about old times,
what's happening,
possibilities, politics,
*** and aging.

It's better
than a book club
because
you don't have
to bring
dessert.

Ghosts
have no
appetites.

mce

before
all
the pieces
are
broken apart
then
we
shall make
a map of the heart

Dreams are pictures
that have not been taken
Places that have no been seen
Songs that have not been heard

Peace is waking up
and not worrying about
All the little things that
Could or could not happen

Love is a mystery
A blessing or a curse
You'll know if it's right or wrong
The minute the door closes

But, life is a choice
and living is a gift,
Do not take advantage
For tomorrow is never promised.

You are my smile
You are my bliss
You are the reason for which I live
I chase you down
I seek you out
Of you...I could never get enough

I crave that moment
I can no longer seize
Expecting fruits
From these demons in me
You once gave me courage
Where now, I'm fueled by fear
You feed on my hunger
The hunger to feel you in me

You are my sorrow
You are my pain
You are my scars
I stare at in a daze
You are my calling
You fueled my cries
You bring that rush
From head to spine
Down to my toes
Right through my core
I no longer have control

I crave that moment
I can no longer seize
Expecting fruits
From these demons in me
You once gave me courage
Where now, I'm fueled by fear
You feed on my hunger
The hunger to feel you in me

I love you
I hate you
There's such a thin line
You are the struggle I go through
Everyday and Every night

I am a person with a past,
Yeah there are moments I'm not proud of, but they're my mess ups
I could give you excuse after excuse as to why I can't move on but that's all they'll ever be, excuses
It doesn't make any sense to sit here and write this but every moment until now has shaped me,
These moments have defined me
No, they aren't finalizing the person I am to become but I'm a shade darker because of them

I am a person with a past,
With each shade I get closer to being the person I'm meant to be,
I am both the canvas and the artist, this is my story
I was told I'd amount to nothing, and I believed them
With every fiber of my being I refuse to believe this
My failures aren't my future,
Yesterday is a mere memory, and tomorrow hasn't been painted, the only thing that matters is right now,
This moment is all I've got

My past is in the past,
I am no longer the person I used to be
I've grown, believe it or not,
The artist in me wants more, the stars have been aligned and the universe has called out my name

I refuse to let these mistakes follow me,
I chose the path less traveled, the narrow and gold
My past is in the past

Yes we all have a past and there things that we've done that we wish we could take back,
But that doesn't mean we stop living
NO! We keep going, moving forward and fighting,
We fight for what's ours, we fight for a better tomorrow
Your canvas is barley covered and your life has just begun,

So you see, I am a person with a past, present and future,
This story isn't over it's only just begun
I've got this one life to live and I'll live it to the fullest