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I picked them up
Tried to find their place
The pieces of me
Shattered and broken
By a world that loved me
But not in the way I needed
Just when I thought
I had it together
The mirror of life
Showed me otherwise
My broken self
On display again
For the world to see
I cursed it at first
But not anymore
It brought you to me
Broken pieces in hand
You filled the gaps
Smoothed the edges
Mended me
With pieces of you
Held in place
By your love alone
Just the way I needed
Now I am not afraid
Now I like what I see
Our reflection
In the mirror of life
It comforts me
The world need not love me
You are all I need
For the rest of my days
Let it be known
I am broken no more
With you I am whole

Poetry, Writing

Broken No More

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I wait for you
Each second more agonizing
Than the one before
Glimpses of you
Drip through the clouds overhead
As the sea breeze blows
Carrying your warmth
Over the lines of my face
My ears are filled
With the song of the water birds
Dancing their sky dance
As I wait
For your golden kiss
To make its way
On to my skin
Turning my night to day
Pouring light
Into my world
And hope into my heart
Come soon
I beg you
My soul is waiting
For one more sunrise

Poetry, Writing

Spring Sunrise

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Walk with me he said
On this road with no end
Led by love alone
Take my hand and don’t let go

Walk with me she said
In healing me
Find the healing you seek
Learn who you are meant to be

Walk with me he said
Through good and bad
Triumph and loss
I will never leave your side

Walk with me she said
In my smile and in my kiss
See your true worth
My king among men

Walk with me he said
Fill the gaps in my spirit
The cracks in my person
Make me a better me

Walk with me she said
I will light your darkest hours
Shade you from the burning sun
Be the balance that you need

Walk with me they said
With one voice and one mind
Leaving all that was behind them
So their journey together began

Poetry, Writing

Walk With Me

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I go on
Even when
I have nothing
I am empty
I am hurting
I go on
Being strong
For the many
For the few
For you
I go on
Saving
Shielding
Believing
Until I can’t
Like now
Right now
I need
A healer
A believer
A savior
To mend
To restore
To protect
All that I am
My goodness
My flaws
Me
Save me
Please
But in the end
As it began
Who sees
Who cares
When a God
Bleeds
When a hero
Pleads
When Superman
Weeps

Poetry

The Super Man

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Here
I have always been
Here
Right here
Inside of you
In the pit of your stomach
Filling you with fire
Stirring your soul
Setting you ablaze
With passion
With life
Giving you strength
To crush mountains
To grasp heaven
Yet you stuff me away
Time and again
Make me pure fantasy
Figment of imagination
Still you call on me
From time to time
When you need me the most
When you need
Fire
Power
Fuel
Only to stuff me away
Again
Set me free
Cut me loose
Let me soar
Don’t fear me
I have always been
Here
Right here
A part of you
It is our time now
Take my hand
Spread your wings
The earth must know
The heavens must hear
The sound
Of the
Dragon Man’s Roar

Poetry, Writing

Roar of the Dragon Man

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The sky fills with stars
Then goes to just one
Again and again
As I wait for you
My Lord
My love
I do so tirelessly
For a moment with you
Is worth it all
The pain and tears
The longing and fears
That come and go
As I wait for you
My Lord
My love
To be without you
Is to be without my heart
Beating in my chest
Pushing life through my body
And your love through my veins
As I wait for you
My Lord
My love
The night is long
And silence unkind
Leaving me with my thoughts
Driving my heart to madness
Yearning for your touch
As I wait for you
My Lord
My love
Forever yours
Eternity my goal
I pledge my love to you
Again and again
Until your return
I will remain
Waiting for you
My Lord
My love

Poetry, Writing

Radha

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I watch the pavement weep
Beneath my feet
As once perfect raindrops
Now broken flow
Through the cracks on this road
With every step I take
Closer to you

My breaths linger on the air
Like clouds before the rain
Ghosts of the life I lived
A moment ago
Lost in memories
Of your breath on my skin
On my way to you

My footsteps have slowed
These tears now are mine
Falling like perfect raindrops
At the thought of breaths
You can no longer breathe
Memories of you linger here on the air
The ghosts that bring me back to you

Poetry, Writing

Ghost

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Fatherhood

Booboo Finish

Somewhere in my late teens, I started to develop a sensitivity to bleeding. Not to the bleeding from minor cuts and scrapes I got while doing work in my yard or from nicks caused by my razor while shaving, but to the bleeding from deep cuts or wounds associated with some unseen internal damage. I would feel lightheaded if something had cut me deep enough to hit bone. I once passed out while paying for dental work I just had because I was bleeding heavily from the gums where two wisdom teeth were removed.

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Searching no more
I have found it
The truth of me
The essence of my spirit
My purpose
It stands before me
In its enormity
And grandeur
Just being this close
It drives vigor
Into my veins
My mind
My soul
I have but to let go
And let God
To fall into it
Fall where I may
But I don’t
I can’t
I won’t
I cower
I cling
To fear
To comfort
To stability
My heart screams “Go”
My mind whispers “Not now”
And so I stand
Motionless
Lifeless
On the precipice
Of living my dream
And
The life I only dream of

Poetry, Writing

Precipice

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I didn’t expect you
But you appeared
Wrapped in an opportunity
I couldn’t see coming
Or understand
At least not then
Like I do now

The sight of you moved me
You made my heart smile
I started to believe
I could love again
In that way
The one before you
Was loved by me

You challenged me
Tested my patience
Pushed my buttons
Made me laugh
Gave me hope
Taught me about me
All without saying a word

As quickly as you arrived
You’ve flown away
To light the heavens
With your soul
Your playfulness
And the endless love
In your heart

For now it’s goodbye
From this earth
But only for a little while
When I’m raised up above
I’ll find you again
The little spirit
Who found me

[For anyone who has ever had to say goodbye to a pet. -M]

Poetry, Thoughts, Writing

The Little Spirit Who Found Me

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