Poet Warrior

My spirit soars,
As the love you send my way,
Is unlike any I’ve ever known,
With every breath you take,
I become stronger,
Lovers’ poet warrior,
Battling minds with words,
That you inspire,
Your soul, like your beauty shines,
Reflected not just in these words I write,
But also in the way I chose to live my life,
My actions,
A reflection sincere,
Of the love you brought to my table,
Which I am fortunate to feast upon with you,
My love,
The queen of my soul,
The princess of my heart and mind,
X did not mark the spot,
But blessings made sure I’d find,
You,
And my spirit soars.

SDM

Writing... Righting?

Words given to make a poem; Expression, Spirited, Exquisite, triangular, Attitude, Sophisticated, Apprehension, Horizontal, Emotive, X ray, confined, red garbage pail.

Confined to the words of another creation,
I wonder, if later, they might find their way to the proverbial red garbage pail –
Caught in the attitudes of the Bermuda triangle, searching for the appropriate expression which captures the spirited struggle of an exotic mind – Mine? Mine! Mine?
Sophisticated? Or merely a radiation emission worthy of Spiderman himself – Perhaps an X – Ray into my soul – Exquisite, the way these words inspired by the ladies to my left reveal the lateral thoughts of a horizontal boy seeking to be a vertical man. Its odd really, the internal dialogue, the momentary apprehension of this boy – seeking, trying, writing, Righting?

SDM

Oceans

Sometimes,
When considering the world in which we live,
I shed a tear,
One lone drop works its way down my cheek,
Ever so slowly,
Collecting on the floor,
In a pool of sadness,
A pool of disgust and shame,
At the decisions we’ve made,
Political maneuvering,
By leaders we’ve elected,
Leaders we’ve entrusted,
With the most powerful of duties,
The last 100 years,
The best for our species,
The worst for our species,
With all our fear and hate,
Millions dead;
In some perverse struggle,
Both sides shamed,
Through equally action and inaction,
Progress,
True progress,
Is not marked by technological advance,
It is not our ability to make a more powerful computer chip,
Or to put our species into space,
TRUE PROGRESS,
Perhaps we should call it,
Ultimate progress,
Can only begin,
When we undo the countless errors of our ways,
We can not applaud ourselves,
For our so called advances,
While the planet is still rife with poverty, starvation, illiteracy, greed and aggression,
Our ultimate progress,
The true betterment of our species,
Can only begin when our collective spirit begins to move away from those human plagues,
Ultimate progress can only begin when we strictly call our government and corporations to eradicate these cancers on our psyche.

Ultimate progress means that none get left behind,
And unfortunately,
We’re not even close,
Until that day,
My tears,
Collect in that pool,
Which I pray,
For all our sakes,
Need not become an OCEAN!

SDM