Monthly Archives: December 2012

An Epic – Soon?

Such wonder you inspire,
You are quite the phenomenon,
That my mind races,
Scrambled, shaken and stirred,
As I marvel at what you inspire,
That I may aspire,
To you,
For these words,
That my childlike innocence,
My internal Peter Pan,
Is transformed,
Desirous of adult only diversions,
And so it shall be,
That together we shall scribe,
Tales more sumptuous than the Marquis,
More sensual,
My quill and your body,
Combining into an epic,
That repeats with every thought,
Thoughts,
That repeats each time we kiss,
How do I yearn to tickle your lips anew,
Such that when beard fades into insignificance,
As it surely must,
You can recall,
The way it made you feel,
Physically and internally,
Each time my hand touches you,
The searing excitement of all the moments,
Between then and now,
Imagining you as I do,
I as you do,
Every inch of you a canvas,
Every inch of you a page that I shall fill,
Upon which I shall write my masterpiece,
You,
Will you be my masterpiece
For the very thought of you,
Alights in me a passion that is more powerful than a million suns,
A fervor I’ve only known,
As I write my tomes,
Mistress Fate and Lady Destiny,
How they can be both fickle and profoundly kind,
In this case,
Naturally, it is kind,
Reminding me of the lost treasure of desire,
The all compelling allure of a simple embrace,
Such that in my mind,
And one day soon I implore of you,
Our romantic interludes are interlaced,
With moments of lascivious rapture,
At moments gentle and tender,
At others,
Well you can imagine,
Where in my mind,
Each touch of your flesh,
Scorches my soul,
Burning excitement,
An erotic deity of my own enjoyment,
As directed by your pleasures,
May I be your pleasure,
The jubilant decadence in which you bathe,
These words,
Reward for the ultimate reemergence of Phoenix,
And out of these ashes,
Are born these delights,
How do I delight in the thought of you,
The mere thought of you,
Such enchantments that when in your arms,
Nothing else exists,
Nothing else matters,
Nothing but you,
As now,
In this moment,
Thoughts of you,
Bring on memories of transcendental bliss,
Those are as yet unwritten,
From something as simple as your smile,
The subtle curvature of your face,
Dalliances into your eyes,
Peering into you,
Savoring every inch,
From your little toe,
To the crease of your elbow,
That my body alive,
Dances at the convenience of your advances,
Longing,
Lusting,
Yearning,
Always left hungering for more,
And there is more,
For these advances are not the frivolous affairs,
Of children at play,
No,
Much more at work,
Behind the curtain of our own understanding,
Do we understand,
Can we know,
Are you the Wizard,
Is this Oz,
For surely I have followed the yellow brick road,
And the trials and tribulations of my life,
Have led,
In the now,
To you,
Like lovesick teenagers,
Suspended in time,
May it always seem so heavenly,
The awaiting climax of pheromones,
The untold,
The sacred,
The secret of the divine,
Revealed in each zealous suggestion realized,
Your touch,
My touch,
Our touches,
Deft and daft,
Each like a shot of ambrosia,
Straight to the neurons firing,
Our synapses alighting a magical consent,
Your voice,
Sending shivers down my spine,
As all I can think of,
Is the pivotal moment,
That together our bodies dance,
Less ballroom,
More tango,
Like celestial angels,
Found in each other,
If only for those deliciously seething moments,
In each touch,
As Whitman said;
“And your very flesh shall be a great poem.”
Shall we write together?
An epic poem?
Soon?

SDM

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Surrender to Passion

Fixated on the dream that is you,
Not obsessed,
Just fixated,
Like a newborn with a rattle,
Or mother watching child at play,
Wondering why we met when we did,
A cruel twist of fate that is not lost on me,
For as I relive,
Laying at your feet,
Those beautiful little pied,
Curious as to what could have happened if we crossed paths,
At a different time,
Both of us in a different mind state,
Ready, willing and able,
To explore the full brunt of what faced us,
As we kissed,
Canoodled,
Wrapped ourselves in each other,
Momentarily stunned,
Mind spinning,
I take a knee,
Waiting for the world to catch up with me,
For you to catch up to me,
Though I suspect you never will,
Due to the nature of our meeting,
The nature of our lascivious affair,
And the advance of retreating into primal desires,
One kiss at a time,
For you have reminded me that the creature comfort of your flesh,
Is more than okay,
It is right,
It is liberating,
It is true freedom,
That I have been lost and found in,
Since our time together.

Living in the vivid flashbacks,
Of our beautiful moments,
Frozen in time,
Together,
I am stunned,
That after such a minimal passage of time,
Someone could touch me the way you have,
Though when I think about it,
Think about you,
Stunned gives way to serendipity,
As I know not the reason for our meeting,
Yet I am reassured,
Though we no longer speak,
(tragic truth of giving into primal desire)
That there is some force at work,
Far greater than I,
For you have become the attendant prowler,
Of my sexual desire,
My adolescent fantasy,
Like I’m hot for teacher,
Though the lessons you taught me,
Remain the hidden spots,
That cannot be changed,
Will not be changed,
As you let me know,
It is okay to be bestial,
Primal,
Surrender to passions,
Misunderstood or not,
So today,
As I type,
Furiously,
To the beat of no longer repressed fascinations,
I am fixated,
A fierce submission,
To the aspirations that you ignite,
With visions of your nude body,
And mine,
Enraptured,
Together.

SDM

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Why You Can’t Love Me

Why You Can’t Love Me…

There is only so far,
That Irish charm and brogue can carry a man,
This man,
(sometimes boy)
In the eyes of a fateful attraction,
Especially when she comes to find,
You come to find,
That resident inside of me,
Are voices that would drive a lesser man insane,
May in fact drive you insane,
You come to find,
That resident inside of me,
Are three I’s,
Which one is it that you could love,
Which one is it that is writing this,
Which one is it that could love you?

Questions? Nothing but questions.

There is only so far,
I can let you in,
There is only so much,
I can explain,
There is only love,
Without which,
All of the searching is for not,
Why,
You can’t love me.

There is only so far,
Soul appetizing words,
These words,
Will carry me,
And if not to you,
Then to who?
For who could love me?
Without knowing me,
And these troubles are part of who I am.

There is only so far,
You are willing to explore,
Inside this neurotic and tragically fractured mind,
Before you run for the wind,
Realizing not,
That these words are what I do,
Their meaning is more plain to see,
Than anything inside this mind,
They are my explanation,
They are my soul,
They are my life,
They are what I am,
They are who I am,
All of me,
And it would seem,
That you,
Whoever you are,
Can not understand,
Will not understand,
For these words frighten you,
Where they should alight your every passion,
They should release your every tension,
Reward you,
For being you,
Just you,

As I am being me,
Just me.

Why You Can’t Love Me,
Why can’t you love me?
Love me,
Why can’t you?

SDM

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Like A Dystopian Alice

Like a dystopian Alice,
I ponder the multiple reflections,
Of a mirror that is bound to lie,
Duty built to lie,
For in the interpretation of self,
We convict ourselves with untruths,
Those need to be considered if we are to find our true self,
To be,
Free.

Like a dystopian Alice,
I have wandered far and near,
Encountering my Cheshire,
The grin an assault on all that is right and just,
Though I can no longer ponder just or right,
Should no longer my lingering companion,
My Walrus and my supposed Queen of Hearts,
Only to unearth that all I once held dear,
Was nothing more than the lie I told myself?
Nothing more,
Shattered reflection.

Like a dystopian Alice,
I splay across the dresser of my mind,
Peering deep within the mirror,
That refuses to reflect,
The black dog that haunts me,
That tries now to morph or shape shift,
Into a tabby,
Ready to pounce,
Claw my soul into submission,
Claw my mind into the inane.

Like a dystopian Alice,
I take my potion,
I get big and small,
At once and never,
I encounter the freaks of my mind,
And close my eyes to escape their grasp,
Only to discover that I can not run,
I am too late,
My date is set in stone,
Though my destiny is printed on rice paper.

Like a dystopian Alice,
Spread across the landscape of tomorrow,
I am feeling inclined,
To recline,
Into a place in my mind,
That is so dark,
That even the sun could not make days bright,
And I long to shatter the illusion of me,
As readily as the mirror that reflects my lie,
I can no longer rest on my laurels,
It is time,
It is time,
For me.

Like a dystopian Alice,
I continue to stare,
Into a far off void,
That is no longer far off,
And no longer void,
My beard transplanted,
By smeared lipstick,
The tarnished self image that must be set free,
The tarnished self image,
That now is beginning to emerge,
As a vivid soul that must dance to forever,
Always knowing,
That my forever,
Is self defined?
And achieved.

Like a dystopian Alice,
I want to break free,
I want to stand erect,
I want to be,
Everything I have always meant to be,
Leaving behind,
A wonderland that was no wonder,
And a world that was bleak,
A blight on my soul,
That now releases me,
Shape shifting,
Instantly,
Into the me I already know I am,
No longer dystopian,
No longer Alice,
No longer the me I was,
Now the me I am.

Unlike a dystopian Alice,
I am not the victim of my own mind,
I am not the victim of a fun house mirror,
Nor some story teller that writes my words,
I write my words,
I am the words,
I am my word,
I am become.

SDM

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Haunting Echoes of Generations Passed

I hear the ghosts of passed generations screaming out through the current silence. Somehow their haunting pitch falling on mostly deaf ears, but not mine and not here.

We live in an age incredible. At our fingertips, whether through the endless volumes filling countless buildings throughout the world or merely the books in our homes we have the key to our own survival. For those of us that refuse to read we have a seemingly endless supply of television channels, some responsible for the stunting of humanities progress but others truly attempting to impart the wisdom of our age. As if this were not enough, should we be fortunate enough (as even still computers are prohibitively expensive) our homes have a direct link to a system of networks that can at lightning speed give us almost any information. Not only that which we require but also that which we desire.

We live in an age of information, inundated by it at every turn. What we have relegated to common place is in fact one of the greatest achievements of our species, but, our obtuse and oblivious innate nature almost willingly turns a blind eye.

The voices grow louder until I can no longer stand their screams. They fear that we are loosing trees for the forest and as such are missing the full splendour of individuality. All those that died at the beginning of time scream loudest as we learn more in one day than they in a lifetime.

They scream, asking why we ignore the answers to our own salvation believing that in our quest it is enough to focus our intellectual attention (if we focus at all) on just one thing: Specialists all (or most) without a specialty in the thing that really matters – A solution to the very real problems that face us, have faced us and will continue to face us until we collectively realize we’ve had the answers all along.

The information age, the age in which the whole (With minor yet important exceptions) of human knowledge has been given to its rightful owners, each of the approximate seven billion people on this planet – Save that not every one of those constituents is yet to realize the very real empowerment that faces them.

The voices scream of the inherent danger in that constituencies apparent apathy. Slowly, the tools of empowerment that so rightly have been returned to the people who should be both the beneficiaries and benefactors are going to have the caliber of information, our information, attacked first and eventually ripped from our wanting fingers.

The voices can’t say for sure when or where but should we continue on this course the age of information will become the age that lets its true source of power pass it by. For you, reading this, no matter the time or place you can pull yourself up and out of any station of life that you are in by merely capturing, reading, speaking about, debating and truly understanding as much as you can bear.

Salvation, yours and ultimately that of the planet is at hand, right at your fingertips, the only question is; Will you grasp it?

SDM
(March 2003)

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Family and Friends, Lend Me Your Eyes…

Family and friends surrounding,
A disintegrating mind,
Like Humpty Dumpty,
The fragmented I and I and I,
An ageless wisdom imparted far too soon,
A boyish man longing for innocence,
It is never too late to realize your purpose,
It is always too late should you not try,
As with the eyes of a child,
This tragic wandered often proclaims,
Peter Pan, Mowgli, The Little Prince,
Yet with shades of Hunter S., Hemingway and Whitman,
Split,
Where one and one is no longer two,
Causation of wonder,
Or effect of madness,
Now a far off philosophical representation,
Somewhere between Neptune and Saturn,
The individual slices of me,
Are combatants in a struggle,
One without rules, or order,
Only chaos,
Those crushing spirit and alighting passion,
Creating wonder and destroying serenity,
A weight that is ever increasing,
With a universal half life of a billion years or more,
As we seek to remake, rebirth, renew,
This once vibrant mind,
Constantly fighting, battling, several voices in this head,
Working with vigor,
To find the answer to a syllogism,
Through which this mind may find it’s way,
Back to itself,
Back to me,
Where even a half empty cup,
Means that it is half full,
Just like my wandering through time and space,
Like Einstein, shooting on a star at the speed of light,
Though I,
And I and I,
Are shooting at the speed of thought,
Searching for the parts of me,
Those have not lain dormant,
Instead,
Have gone unanswered,
I should have listened,
I should have obeyed,
I should,
Is no place to live, nor exist,
For this rupture,
Is causing tears in the fabric of me,
Potential as curse,
That pollutes my own abilities,
Carried since youth,
A fierce belief, nay knowledge,
For I have no faith,
That I am meant, destined,
To arise as a chosen light, protector,
Bringing illumination where shadows are cast,
And darkness attempts to reign,
Depression and Black Dog as catalyst,
Demonstrating with all that I am,
(Although a permeating agony of fractured self)
The ingenious assault of love,
To impart the wisdom of my sages,
Through which,
Freedom is found,
Bringing pieces of mind renewed, restored and peace,
For this Warrior Poet,
And hopefully for you.

SDM

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

My Resolve

The strength of my resolve,
Is tested every minute,
Of every day,
I have come to believe,
Through trials and tribulations,
That my destiny,
My place,
My throne,
Are these words.

I view the world with a healthy skepticism,
Tempered by a cynicism reserved for those that have grabbed life,
Eaten it whole,
Searching,
As I toiled for twenty two years,
Without knowing.

Pressing through the fog of insecurity,
To claim my rightful place,
A rich tapestry of wordsmiths the world over,
Each eyeing with the same questions, concerns and designs,
The lifelong pursuit of personal truth,
At once a happy and angry thought,
For that which we discover,
May not be what we had intended to find.

It is here,
At this realization,
That the untapped resources of my souls desires,
Mirror the strength of my resolve,
That I may be so fortunate,
As to know wealth beyond measure,
For truly what is life, this Warrior Poet’s life,
The search to touch another so deeply,
That they are moved to tears of joy or pain,
As so many appear to be by these words.

I am at once with these words,
Master and slave,
Reaching inside my cavernous experiences,
To hopefully allow you to see my humanity,
That now demonstrates here with a brash humility,
That you may find your own truth,
Through my own,
Kicking down the proverbial doors that prevent my own advance,
Breaking my foot more than once or twice,
The nosy neighbor of my own emotions,
Seeking to discover and uncover more than my truth.

Perhaps, hopefully, a universal truth,
That transcends words and language,
Sitting on my stool,
Projecting myself light years away,
Discovering the brightness of my own life,
My own experience,
Hopefully shining a light that you can see,
Me,
All of me,
For all of you,
What is a writer to do?
What shall a Warrior Poet be?

All I have are these words,
And these words have all of me.

SDM

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized