Pour Out Your Blessing

Pour out your blessing

Warm these cold viens

Pulsate this rusted heart

Infuse me, oh divinity

With your fantastic love

My mind aches and is weary

The soles of my feet drag

My eyes hang laden and heavy

I am fully tired, ready to desert progress

Suddenly you awaken me

From an eon of slumber

I am but a foolish fool

Mother mercy

Your grace far exceeds

My owned understanding

I plateued so many years ago

My heart has remained starved

Waiting for your eternal love

To flow like golden rapids

And quench my thirst for good

Theres nothing I can do to bring it

Oh divine mother.. why do you bother

Why bother with this miserable man

Who knows nothing, who sees nothing

I think it is your undying urge

To unify your soul with mine

And to bring a new lore

To an age old story...

I love you dear mother

My respect for you is unflawed

I want you to carry me forever more

beyond the worlds of filth and matter

into the kingdoms of bounty..

Pour out your blessing, merciful one

I bow my battered brain

And humbly recieve

Willpower

Finish what you start
To revel in accomplishment
The self of selfs been sold and shelved
Its only fools left arguing
Why not do some gardening? You know sew planted seeds
Why not sprout a tree? find purpose in a weed This dull society gets sanctioned to the sea While gods take to rise from a corner facing seat
 Time out, game clenched, vibe out
Take the tribe out, throw the scribe out Electrified shouts, go ahead Shorty get your vibes up
Taking time as nonsuch
Likened to a head rush
 Ignite the will by refusing to lose
Kick the stick to coast, an automatic cruise
God damn, Im focused
World won't disclose it
Arose a rose, compose it
Freed from comatoses

Duty

We do what we can
We try and try and try
Again and again
Life gets hard, so we bare it
Life gets dim, so we try to be a light
The results of our efforts
Are not ours to plan

Place a seed here, one there, and again
Sadness is such a sweeping
Anger an uproar
And Peace a faithful witness
This life is full and empty both
Hectic and slow..
We are here, are we not?
Lets raise a glass and toast
The triumphs and struggles
The unending race, the accomplishments
The small and well to do
The big and easy to decieve

Lets hoist our glasses and cheer
Jeer and laugh in total nonsuch
Lets love until we are ash once more
Forever yours

-M.

Associations of Grey

Associations of Grey

Gray is the color or smoke and smog, of chemical trails that scrape the sky. Gray is likened to silver, but much less shine and value in my mind. Funerals and stones, grey is sullen and symbolic to times of passing and uncertainty.It can be associated with pain.The areas of gray are perhaps not as friendly as yellow or green, not as purple and orange. It is a neutral color after all, a mixing of the base of white and black.

Gray is a form of wisdom.. it is the color of an older womans hair, it is compleation. It is the result of many moons passed, and also the moons surface color. It holds mystery, and speaks volumes. Often it is a base, a backdrop from which we paint. Grey is sometimes a lonesomeness and sometimes an artistic stretch. It has depth and is solid. It knows of itself and is strong, strong and neutral, perhaps the most neutral of all colors in the spectrum.

In a gray sky, a grandmaster pigeon that has flapped its beaten wings. It wishes to fly to the moon and be in its company. Simultaneously, like a gray stone.. it wants to dive into the oceans depth and purge itself from Earthly measures. The stones weight allows it to sink.. and perhaps reach a sandy bottom where it can eternally dwell, undisturbed and utterly alone.

Gray is the hermits robe, the wizards cloth.. it is a progress distilled, showing wisdom, but perhaps an inclination to wander and stray from its sourcing. The rubber ties on a witches broom, the looking glass and spectacles. It is curious, this color and as I stare and decipher it, it stares into me. It analyzes me as I do it.

Gray.

Vision

Into sewer born cellars

And cauldrons of stone

What beings do breed here?

Who calls this space home?

Life is all over, it spits from the soil

Its sweet blossoms buried, reclaimed through our toil.. its so strange, this secret expressed, all at once rising up from a belly suppressed.

The asphalt of karma, peels back once again

Greeting both fossils, and memiors of pen

Jeruselums Juries, Egyptian decor 

The story that sits past an unopened door

Dare you explore?

Dare you explore?

Dare you explore? 

Truth is a tone, a cool spacious wind, that picks from the temple a mortal that sins. Throws him along, like chaff in the wind. Yet smiles at the moment the distance is bridged. 

The bridge bears atonement, and hazards, and hope. Faith and fatigue, consisting of both. Yet, with all the chances to skip steps and swerve, a most earnest student remains with it's words.

A voyage of worlds that spans over time, a glimpse from the office which gods are confined, we dream an illusion, and see it as good. We have found it fitting to be in this world. I too am familiar of many its pearls. 

The journey will take confrontation with death, like a prisoner using his nails to erect, a handwritten word through prismatic stone. Perhaps, will succeed in returning home. A scripture is passed, through ears of two friends. The bottom is lifted and lowered again. The cycles and stories of good natured time, forever an hour in gods glowing mind. 

Proven Humility

I can point out endless things
Discourse and discussion
Its all a game of shells
A mere image of something

Preparation helps, just like an open hand
My will, a boxing glove, with force to understand
What moves a man to tears,
What makes an ember grow
In this sea of sensitivity
Society moves... slow

Its not so much a race, but urgency does come
Once I assume my place perhaps, with faith intact, I'll run

I'll run to show them honor, and bridge a worldly gap
I'll sprint to the horizon and out past the charted map
With noone left beside me, I won't bother looking back
I've locked my eyes upon the prize, and well, I'm fine with that

My passion is unhinged but mellow at the moment
I move beyond the gates of hate awaiting my opponent
Its suprising to see, who all and all are stationed
We decorate these walls together, in painted collaboration

I was expecting such a foe, and now I'm humbled by whats shown
As much and many that I know, there still are things life has in store
I dream it lost then see it found, by murky mists and studdered sounds
Its almost funny what remains, after it all gets sorted out...



Life is kind of generous, it's splenderous when used, this hardened heart gets hollowed through a higher altitude. It's not far from the truth, to be tender and young. The seasoned spit and speak thier speech, perhaps they see it fun...


Perhaps its all because, we still find time to try
Although the odds are slim and stiff amidst such meager minds. I think myself as great, but maybe thats not true, I just appreciate of late humility when proved.

Human Family

The good in this life, makes me so happy
The cruel indifference, pain

You see..
I love this human family, and everyone contained
Damn it hurts denying, this love is all the same
I dream about prince Jesus, his heart knew no refrain
I dive into the secret, its blessed and quite dense
This love and fear and longing, can grow rather intense..

I wish to testify, and also speak my peace
I want to see the waves of god cast light onto the streets

Gods glory is beneath, below, beyond, above.
this sacred space was once dis-taste now transformed by his love. Converted by what was, to what will always be.. oh lord I wish your light to shine... and set this servent free.

A Wooded Sadness

Shedding the soggy skin of neptune
In layers, my heart peels wider
This terrain is difficult, but I am equipped
Sad and heavy, lonely and misinterpret
Its not so new to me, this lonesomeness
Everyday it gets wheeled off the cart
And into the shop of this life I lead

This life I lead.. yes, this life I lead

Somber today, like drizzling rain
That magnifies an old souls pain
That brings the urge to leave for good
Abandon cause and greet the woods

The woods are aged, and free from sin
It's trees are old and understand
The weariness of wayward feet
It's branches spur and prosper peace

I love to sit on solid stones
and dive on through a murky tomb
I long to die and leave this world
But think I'll try to make it grow

Thats what our mother Earth might do
Despite the pains we put her through
We love our things, and run from her
Do we not see what love she stirs?

Are we so violent and obtuse
This villiany has taken root
With malice our sharp shovels dig
To excavate a place to sit

Im going to sit, ponder, and sink
Though wont betray the urge to drink
I am so sad today, it hurts
Yet even sadness bears its perks