The Sky



Looking up and seeing blue

Goes on about the day

No matter what we do

Clouds abound and the sun shines

Amazing how all of this

Just falls in line

Different colors show

Depending on the event

How many times have we looked up there?

Between each day and night spent

Noticing it from everywhere

The night gives way to the moon

And just how soon

Does it get in tune

Gleaming down from its own view

More up there than we know

Just because we see it from down here

Doesn’t make it so

Or unveiled all of its beauty

Right before our eyes

Just enjoy staring at a prize

And besides

Creation we cannot deny

And nothing we’re capable of making

No matter how hard we try

Cannot deny

No point of asking why

Just thank the one above

And give back a smile



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Through the Forest



Roaming through the woods

With a mind that is lost

Aware of the misunderstood

And just physically off

The energy is low

Sleep is near none

Life with no easy flow

Starting to forget

How to even have fun

Wandering through a forest

At a total unrest

Walking around with no clue

Waiting for things

To become anew

With each decision made

Becoming more confused

On what to truly do

When I woke for the day

Seeking plans that are my own

Here left alone

Praying for wisdom daily

Stressed out to the bone

Where and when

Does this end

Needing so many things

Where do I even began

Deadlines approaching fast

No time to wait

Change soon

Must come this way


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Poetry Is Life


An art form

Unlike any other

Takes on many facets

Unlike the others

An art piece with

Words that allow emotions

To increase and flow

Moving you towards a place

From what you may know

Poetry has a life source

And one of its very own

Poets cannot divorce

This talent that they hone

Words pulse at a rate

And a speed of their own

Further belong

To all of the world

From the poet’s own mouth

And deep rooted mind

From pen to paper

Weapons of every kind

Art that falls in line

Rhythmic to rhyme

Lyrical to hysterical

Deep to a happy flow

Like its very own vehicle

Moving through time

With many passengers


To take for a drive

Poetry connects

To everything

To everyone

To everyplace

Through all it brings

All said and done

And at such a pace

That only poets

Truly connect to

A literary universe

Seen from a close up view

A narrow path of light

Traveling down a line of sight

Watching a poet grow

Is like a flower that has bloomed

So consumed with words

Just waiting to be heard

A never ending talent

That doesn’t work by a certain time

Pen and paper just fall in line

At anytime

Like a constant wind

Flying over a kite

Life is poetry

And poetry is life


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The Mind of One (2)


The mind controls the body
As a control center
Utilizing its energy
Busy as always
When you enter
Fields for days
Mapped out within caves
A focused splinter
Deep as a concentrated winter
Having a controlled
And focused mind
Makes it a weapon
A potent item when truly used
Right inside of you
Located in your head
Sharpen it often
Load it with knowledge
Graphic life experiences
Can take you beyond college
Learning of a different kind
Of lesson
And in essence
Often contested
Use it for the best efforts
Thinking with logic
Upon detailed thoughts and objects
That supplies you with more options
Than ever thought possible
Limitless potential
For the truly committed
And unstoppable
So hinted
Come with it
Making one solid idea
Only just the beginning
No direct sale here
Tip the scale
Soar the atmospheric
Appearing beyond just well
With no time to fail
Narrowed and in a lane
That cannot be trailed
Or tailed
Words coming about
New and hard to spell
And very detailed
But able to share
When you truly become aware
Of the capabilities
Within the top layer
Of your head
Use first before an action instead
Technology that won’t surpass
What was created and lies up there
So who cares?
Be you and use what you have
And was given
As the object lesson
Cause you don’t need a weapon
You are a weapon
And never done
The mind of one


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Writings By MCM