My Heartfelt Gratitude

To all...

Tribute

a buttercup aflow

with dew so wet and cool

there is no feeling

like this tender sinking

into a sunrise

peeking through mountains

honeysuckle adrop

with nectar and joy

awaiting the birth

of song and cornucopia

sunflower apoised

with trembling anticipation of

golden rays of sun
flooding through petal tips

a quiver
a gasp

there is no feeling

like this tingling radiance

of sun day

with fairy wings

on elven dreams

spins and twirls are not

twinkling bells are not

hearts aburst
souls alight

are not enough to express the

glory of this feeling

of tenderness

of kindness

of everlasting joy

of midsummer rains pierced with laughter

and play

and all things good

and right
and wholesome

and wonderful

who can say

what this feeling is

when this feeling is

divine

when this feeling is

forever

when this feeling is

me

you

one

all

thank you

More

This day... every day... thank you... for you.

The devil is in the details... non mais oui?

To all... and especially, to dreamers everywhere... my sincerest affection and most heartfelt gratitude... my sincerest admiration and most heartfelt honor... for everything and more.

Warmly yours... always and forever,

- M.

Live: A Spoken Poem

* * Advisory: This post contains strong content and language. In other words: if strong content and language is not your cup of tea... then this post may not be for you. Enjoy! - M. * *

Live

your love is a tinderbox

is a fuck you and a no thank you

here's your two bucks

oh trippin'

your gown's slippin'

here why don't I

fuck you and no thank you

I'm all me and I'm not you

no thank you

I'm here now and it's all good

and it's 

Wal-Mart hittin'

stacked jeans rippin'

skippin' down the Milky Way

'cause fuck you and all your sailors

slip slippin' in my shoes trip trippin' down the

hello, that's my ass mother fucker

step off

before I rip it off

so hat's off

to the ringmaster rock blaster hip hop dance master

'cause I'm rollin'

this bitch is over it

was this shit worth it

'cause ain't nobody get it

wanna face their face here in this mirror

see what they don't wanna see

right bitches wrong switches dick hitches bad stitches

yeah, wher' e'rybody at when you need em'

hideaway dark spaces dark places

stringin' up string laces

chewin' on Twizz laces

rockin' to

yeah, that's me

here, there, everywhere

but don't nobody wanna see

me
there

in their face

watch my place

fuck you and fuck my haters

'cause I ain't done with you

'cause all y'all 'r worth it

yeah baby

ass rippin'

soul trippin'

heart slippin'

it's not about

diamonds on the back street

kitty in the front

lickin' rings and sick pricks

let me tell you all hope isn't lost

'cause you're a

M6 fighter jet backin' up somethin' better yet

so stay strong

tell them bad bitches and prick switches

to back the fuck up off ya'

'cause you're a fuckin' miracle

take that wonderful and run

'cause at the finish line is your life

there for the takin'

so take it

and live it

More

The title: Live, is the verb live, rather than the adjective live bait or the adverb feed live.

This poem is a spoken poem... a lyrical rap. So... its expression fluctuates vis a vis crucibles of hearts and souls... every time it's vocalized. So... feel free to express yourself... as you so wish... and transform this poem into your anthem for life reclaimed, life anew.

Lastly... every word serves an extant purpose. Though at times overtly obscure and kaleidoscopic... every word conveys meanings and messages that prevail autonomously sovereign from the contempt, ridicule, disparagement of the blind, the inept, the divergent.

Needless to say... I enjoyed composing this piece, very much. It's a requiem for hope lost... it's an orison for hope reclaimed.

Warmly,

- M.

Thriving Through the Big Bang in a Fish Bowl

Ah, yes. The fish bowl. The invisible prison of life.

Beyond, the entire world beckons, enticing and irresistible. Within, limitations and constraints taunt us with the dullness of plebeian humdrum.

Still...

Lest we succumb to apathy and collapse in numb defeat, we put one foot in front of the other... fearlessly, courageously... from surviving to living... vibrantly, joyously... from living to thriving...

Thriving Through the Big Bang in a Fish Bowl

When the last gasp of oxygen expires from the big bang... what's there to do... but live... with no reservations... and no regrets...

Here's a toast:

To unicorns and rainbows... to hopes and dreams... to todays and tomorrows... for all of us.

Ask Questions

What differentiates happy and unhappy?

It's not stuff. Nor people. Nor experiences.

It's not money. Nor cars. Nor fame.

It's not status. Nor influence. Nor power.

It's: asking questions.

When we unquestioningly accept as truths the tantalizingly digestible amuse bouche delivered on glorious silver platters by friends, co-workers, strangers, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, magazines, newspapers, media, celebrities, entertainers, politicians, pundits, academics, experts, do-gooders, right-siders, left-wingers... we rob ourselves of the wherewithal to think...

for ourselves...

Critically. Evaluatively. Probatively.

So: ask questions.

Because your happiness is worth it.

Seek the Truth

It's not only in the darkest hour of the darkest night in the darkest of dark places...

that what is real and what is unreal are one and the same... that what is true and what is untrue are one and the same... that what is terrifying and what is benign are one and the same...

for the truth is neither black nor white.

It is not so simple. Nor so easy. Nor as crystal clear as a lake, a mountain, a river, a shiver.

Still...

The truth is worth seeking.

For me. For you. For one. For all.

The truth is... was... and always will be.

So: seek the truth.

Because happiness is worth it.

Hostage No More

From near, the big bang is terrifying. It's explosive and destructive and undeniably catastrophic.

But.

From afar.

The big bang is wondrous.

For that which it effects on our planet fosters all life that is, was, will be... miraculously, indelibly, marvelously, extraordinarily.

Indeed... like wildflowers from ashes... all of us experience cataclysmic storms that destroy all that was... to clear the way... for todays and tomorrows. For todays and tomorrows cannot grow with dignity and grace... in the past.

To survive... to live... to thrive... when the last gasp of oxygen expires from the big bang... breathe faith... that todays and tomorrows are unicorns and rainbows... of hopes and dreams... fearless, courageous, vibrant, joyous.

Because all of us are worth it.