Lately it feels like I am toiling against the grain
Despair in my heart wishes it could feel no pain
Feet drum a well worn path; passions cry for change
Lived here so long; truth is, normal may feel strange
 
Strange to yearn for the normality of my old cast
Change familiarity for now with the nostalgic past
Pain would quiet its pace in summer’s cool night chill
Grain in the wood flows pattern of symmetric trill
 
Release me now to that fine place
Where I ran to not exist in a race
And cold loved my day
              to warm heart my night
Never conscience of any a plight
   Yet…. possessed by life’s flight
 
Michael

What if..

The stars did not light to dispel the black of night
and the ocean did not roar back her quite sound

What if..

The sand knew not the intertwined prints of our feet
and our legs could not feel the wade of a tide around

What if..

The breeze blew away the mingling of our shared breath
And stole the warm embrace from a new solitude found

What if..

Our eyes did not recognize the truth contained by sight
and our hearts could not fathom that love has no bound

What if..

We could not with certainty state these things to be false
And had no knowledge of the things that our lives had lost

These things we shall never know,

If what
We do is to keep in our hearts what we know to be true
That in all we encounter, our footprints mark a line shared

together.

Michael

Draw close my lovely
to encounter the soft
caress of my lips

As I endeavor to convey
tender feelings with the
soft reserve of a whisper

Incline close to my heart
as its rhythms gently
perpetuate the call of
your name

Michael

If life is a movie,
then I want to know the director and believe the producer has me in mind.

Michael

Gazing through long brown lashes, her misty eyes stare into mine. I see my reflection within the obsidian pools that stare deep, drilling holes into my soul, as she asks: “What do you see in me?”

My eyes meet her intense gaze as my mind iterates through complex intimate thoughts. I think of how the morning light dances off her face and highlights the incredible structures of her body. She has a smile that takes my breath away and eyebrows that raise a little, just as they are poised now, when she takes on her inquisitive nature. Her blonde hair is draped nonchalant across her forehead eclipsing the furrow of her brow line as she trains the whole of her intuition in my direction. I think of how she causes dull and insignificant to spring to life with a whit that is somewhat acute but seems to mesh well with my quite nature. She makes me laugh and even when I want to cry, she is there with a shoulder for me to lean on, providing flesh to hold tight until the morning’s light. Her strength offsets my weakness in a way that she makes me feel whole, even though I still have many shortcomings. She is kind and finds love in all situations, rarely finding fault with others, seemingly unselfish in all regards. Oh, but when I look in her eyes, I see a world full of color where only black and white used to reside. She makes me feel love, thus giving breath to my aura of purpose. Her world is full of joy and those dark obsidian pools are my looking glass where I view me in her world. My life before juxtaposed against this new me confirms that I can’t begin to envision a future any different than what she would create with me. As long as I have this, I will know I am her man and that she completes me.

I open my lips slightly and reach to take her hand. Our fingers lightly touch as I look deep within her eyes and say: “It is a simple equation. What do I see in you?”

“My whole world.”

And in those eyes, I see myself melt into the mold that has become the me I choose to be. Forever changed by love.

Michael

Sometimes more than others, things in life seem to carry to much weight. We are faced with life decisions, more important than the ones we face on a daily basis. Decisions about college, career, and family that could be the key decision that shapes the rest of our lives. It is hard to know if the move to a new job is the change we need to highlight our leadership abilities, or if our move will allow others to get the promotion that would be ours, if we would only stay. Big decisions can define who we are and how people will view and respect us.

How often do we stop to ponder the decision of our faith? Have we relentlessly procrastinated in making a life choice and kicked the can down the road? Fearing that a final decision here can lock us into a label that will define who we are and pronounce once and for all, a boxed in set of rules to govern our lives. Our johari window is open for the world to see and must be filled with our choice, not relegated to be determined by a prefixed paradigm provided by the history of a choice. Our resolute pride abdicates this view, for we are seekers of free will and absolute choice. Yet, in our hearts we know, there can be only one choice. Simple really, we believe in a creator or resign it all to chance. Yet, what about our decision to always speak the truth to ourselves. We have resolved that to lie to ourselves is the biggest lie of all. What does it matter what other people think? The most important factor here is to find the truth of me. Yes, we pause to think that there can be only one truth that stands bright amongst the minutia of information bombarding our decision. We instinctively know that there is only one way that will lead us to the creator whom made us in His image. Some decisions do weight heavier than others and certainly this one is the most important. We could refute His existence, claim agnosticism or atheism. After all, this does make us look like part of the intelligentsia and surmounts wonderful conversation topics, but can we speak what may be the ultimate human demise? To proclaim that our existence is only by chance and conclude that this thought is lost without ever reaching His ears.

Yes, believe now that somethings are worth our thought and consideration. Decisions that are important and weigh the most when we consider eternity and are faced with her great insurmountable levity.

Michael

musemac:

Err
Another
Provocateur
Think me neurotic
Fetching thoughts exotic
Delectable acts of the quixotic
Yearning pleads romantic
Posture me no antic
Spilling ink tae
Passionate
Ae

Michael

musemac:

               Work
            Produce
          Work is art
        Motivation can inspire
      Leadership sometimes means get out of the way
    Good attitude plus motivation equals great thoughts
  Art is always best when it is autonomous and unencumbered
Innovation is the heart of progress         Be An Artist Today!
  Inspiration is the unique ability to tap the heart of another artist
    The most important product of our greatest resource
      Accomplished includes heart, soul and mind
        Inspiration always motivates
          Art is work
            Inspire
               Art

Your touch does just
take my breath away

It does not reach out
to condemn or betray

More than mere words
here, I wish to convey

Promise for now to just
hold me tight for today

And lend me your ear
in proclamation to say

With my heart I do love
you, forever and always

Michael

musemac:

 Real  L                              whole. 
E             O                  made         Companion
 V                V           be                 Only yours
  E                  E    to                    Made for you
    R                   is                      Passionate
      Y                                       Loving kisses
         W                                Everlasting
             A                        Thoughtful
                 Y               Encouraging
                     !        Inviting always
                         Never demanding

Michael

Do not breach the scope of a honed plan
Or leach upon the heart of a scorned man
Nor seek to defeat the aim of his content
For a soul voided cries inward on the rent

Do not rest with hope shone for yesterday
To close eyes in death’s final plight of way
But light a new path with a hope that lingers
Till long aged tears are traced by her fingers

Life is love
Love is life

Michael

I walk
And see the blank stares on faces
people searching on subway train

I walk
And see the homeless hiding places
spread through this city without aim

I walk
And see the people milling throughout
hungry crowds within a market fair

I walk
Over curved street lit curbs hearing
family tones with laughter in the air

I walk
And sense all the lonely spaces lurking
In places where happy is not known

I walk
And feel your fingers entwine with mine
Grateful to know, I do not walk alone

Michael

Poetic proffer
Thoughtful tone
Ornate offer
Sincerity shown

Attractive art
Energetic eyes
Heady heart
Soulful sighs

Luscious lips
Sensual smile
Hypnotic hips
Salacious style

Position prone
Thrilling trove
Kindness known
Luminous love

The vivid valley’s shadow
draws long lines now
as darkness seeps to
bind and mask her glow.
The color slowly retreats
in a low rolling meadow
to imprint a curved pattern
of traced terrace folds below.
A loitered warm blue sky
hovers in a cool air billow
as tasseled blades wave in
tones of muted yellow.
Melancholy sentiment
and ardent love renew
to entreat a trance and
absorb this rapturous view
and declare an inner longing
to spend every day, loving you.

Michael