Finding The Center

I'm enchanted

Like chanting a mantra

I feel slightly high

in the subtle look of those eyes

I become
centered

KM07

Rockstars(revised)

We partied like rockstars!
Wide eyed teens
in grown up bodies
smoking our inspiration
drinking away our sorrows
and snorting away our dreams

But see sorrows are fish
they quickly evolved to alcohol
attempting to drown them
only gives them room to multiply

Attention Young Bucks:
I’m not impressed by your stories

We partied like rockstars
stayed up till sunrise
tripping through life
spiting our minds in cyphers
slamming our bodies in mosh pits

We grew up way too fast
our sins were overpriced
they put us in debt bondage
friends wonder the streets
ghosts of their younger selves
half dead to the world
paying the price for our sins

our mangled messiahs
mumbling to the wind

We partied like rockstars
crashed parties like sports cars
life in the fast lane
riding in stolen whips
with the pedal to the floor

oh shit
there's 5-0
act cool
and keep it low

We felt invincible
the music sang to our souls
we were young and naive
trying to clear our fears
with bong hits
thick as the milky way
we toked till we choked
and saw the stars
what a sight for city kids

We partied like rockstars
our gigs were in the dungeon
a band of gypsies
our laughter was our music
people came from all around
to jam with us

We partied like rockstars
with gang bangers, hippies, and metal heads
with ravers, hiphoppas, and honor roll students
with cases, kegs and fifths
with bongs, blunts and joints
with love in our hearts
and fire in our souls

We made waste of racial, cultural, and socioeconomic boundaries
if only for moments at a time
We partied like rockstars!

KM 09

Fault Lines

I stared love straight in the eyes
before she walked out that door
bringing my dreams to a screeching halt
taking fault
giving fault

I think we built our love on a fault line
till the earth quaked beneath us
leaving us on separate parcels of land
the distance between us reflected in her eyes
disappointment inflected in her voice
we speak to each other in apologetic tones
she gave me back my keys
but she still holds a piece of my heart

I wish I knew how to ask for it back
Feels like my time was stolen
but now my rhyme book's swollen
And there ain't no folding
with the hand I'm holding

finger removed from the hole in the dam
watch the force
of mother nature
change the course

I have become the director of my heartland security
I've fired cupid
and founded a fortified force of freedom fighters
to fight back any further invasion and prevent a future occupation

KM 06

My Poems

So this is my new blog for posting my poetry and maybe some random rants. enjoy!

Fire Flies

Maybe when all the jacks are in their boxes
I'll find the words to say
Or I'll just jumble words from songs
that bear your lovely name
maybe when the clowns have all gone to bed
I'll be one breath away
maybe that breath is wasted
but really thats okay

I'd rather waste my breath
on the recognition of the truth within my soul
then use it to spit some game
to make my ego feel like it's whole

So tonight I'll let the fire flies out of the mason jar
share them with the passengers of the night
let them roam amongst the sleepy stars
Lighting up the darkness and finding freedom in their flight

KM 07

My Cell

Locked inside a mental cell
trapped behind perceptions bars
my only visitors are those that read
these words I bleed

my open wound acts as my inkwell
my finger my quill
the wall is my parchment

I write till I get light headed
stitch up my wound
and I rest

Sometimes for minutes
or even days
or odd days
listening to Jimmie
lost in some purple haze
soul rise away when the erb gets blazed
this just may be
my only key

as I rise away
from my cell
centering my mind
I focus every cell

in my body still
yet not there at all
sitting in the springtime
witnessing the fall

I shut my eyes tight
when frustration
makes them to swell
when I open I'm back in my cell

rip open my wound
dip my finger in
smell of the ritual
still is lingering

A word for every ruler
that truly don't give a fuck
I lose a pint every line I write
this world is so corrupt

Days of the damned
come as they've been dreaded
I write till I can't
cause I'm just to light headed

KM 03

Insecurities

PART I

I showed up late to the ball
forgetting to leave my insecurities at home
I came with a chip firmly placed on my shoulder

she lost in the spirits
a butterfly floating flower to flower
each person had a place in her garden
yet most were strangers to me

I was haunted by my past
overcome by social anxiety
intoxicated by the spirits
I showed my darkest side on that night

The lights went out
in the room I rented in her heart
next the heat
I left only to return to an eviction notice
locks appeared and I apparently had no keys

One of the greatest fears of falling in love
is revealing your darkest side to your loved one
knowing that the love they have for you
may not burn bright enough
for them to see past to the true you

My greatest regret
was not leaving my insecurities at home
and not disposing of them properly

PART II

The seasons have changed
winter has set in
the nights are cold
and the days are short

I lay in the bed
I made for myself
resting my head on my recollections
counting memories like sheep

we shared moments
as fall set in
I didn’t share enough
nor did I change

Gaia surrounded me
I did not heed her message
I did not see we were united in fall for a reason
I needed to create change within
if we were to grow into the next season

But the nights are cold
the days are short
and winter has set in

PART III

I’ve searched my whole life for magic doors
pathways to alternative realities
proof that life is a dream
It’s a daydreamer’s greatest wish

When I was a boy
the magic door would take me to a world
where school was easy, children were kind
and love attacked me from every angle

When I grew I changed my perception
I wished for doors to take me to the past
where my friends lived like their dreams
and I could change the direction of their destinies

Now I wish for a magic door
one that could take me back to that night
give me the opportunity to alter my reality
a chance to change her perceptions

I’ve yet to find a magic door
But I’m a daydreamer
So I’ll keep searching

PART IV

I’ve come to realize
one can not find magic doors
they can only be created
by those that follow their bliss
so I do

These doors cannot lead to the past
magic doors only lead to the future
so I use my powers to create my story
each chapter leads to a new discovery
friends and lovers live through words
my photo albums are full of poems
and my mind is full of photographs

Realization brings change
the winter solstice has passed
the gods have spoken
and their words cover the earth
metaphors trapped in each snow flake
I snap a picture with a blink of my eyes
spring and summer only come
after the winter has passed

I sat at the table
playing that familiar game
everyone has to take a gamble
sometimes

I looked at my hand
I calculated my odds
I had my doubts
still I went all in
I guess I felt lucky

I took a deep breath
placed my cards on the table
as did she

we arranged them like tarot cards
the reading said change
it wasn’t what I had expected

But that’s what happens
when you follow your bliss
you set your expectations high
knowing if you can’t meet them
they only become pathways
to new realities
to magic doors

Regrets are dark alleys
they only lead us from our vision
so I use my experiences
to light my path
and to write my story

KM09