26.2

marine

Fast
wind
only passes
through
the hair
once, and I’m
forced
to dream
of
the ways
we
can
take this
26.2 to
the
next level.
Of course,
I’m
still
dreaming
and
your hands,
eyes,
and love
are
all
giving
way to
my
26.3.
See,
our pace
is unanimous,
but
if you’re
only
a few steps
ahead of
me,
I’m game
for
just the
view.

M.C. Davis

Communication I

Maya_Angelou

She wished of him a lover’s kiss and
nights of coupled twining
They laced themselves
between the trees
and to the water’s edge.

Reminding her
the cratered moon lay light years away
he spoke of Greece, the Parthenon
and Cleopatra’s barge.

She splayed her foot
up to the shin
within the ocean brine.

He quoted Pope and Bernard Shaw
and Catcher in the Rye.

Her sandal lost
she dried her toe
and then she mopped her brow.

Dry-eyed
she walked into her room and frankly told her mother
“Of all he said I understood,
he said he loved another.”

Maya Angelou

On Being Afraid To Fail

OD

…life has a way of showing you yourself.

The other day, and like most days that fill up my life, I’m full of things to do.

In fact, more often than none, I find myself figuring out the many ways I can reinvent myself, or at the very least, leave a little bit of my legacy behind for someone to appreciate. Growing up with both grandparents raising me,  the one true lesson learned was the indelible response of my purpose in life, and if anything, the realization that my purpose has nothing to do with where body is specifically located. In other words, my purpose was global to who I am and without the noise that life often brings to the table to distract you.

Regardless, the other day, I had absolutely nothing to do and it felt good.

So, like most things, life isn’t easy…especially when you’re tied down to yourself without a key in sight.

Actually, I was chatting with a buddy of mine who works as a correctional officer in a boondoggled facility in Southern California. He mentioned that he wasn’t happy in his line of work and his job could essentially be replaced by a retarded monkey with a serious relapse of crack and heroine abuse.

…his words, not mine.

So, we chatted, then chatted some more, then finally realized that his only problem was that his support system was extensively nonexistent. He didn’t have anyone to tell him to get off his high horse, or to tell him to get on his high horse. He also didn’t have the self motivation to know the difference between the two. More importantly, he didn’t have the fortitude to understand that if you truly want something in life, you have to create in yourself the intention that you already have it in your life.

I want success doesn’t quite sound the same as I have success right?

It was only during 0ur conversation when we both realized that our problems in life often stem from us getting in our own way, more so than anyone else getting in our way. In other words, the harsh games we play in our own minds are more often more critical, damaging, and self-destructive than anyone else’s bony finger pointing at us from across the room.

So, yes, like most things we often are afraid to fail. We fear failure so much that even when we do absolutely great at something, we’re still angry for not quite reaching 100%.

…even if the final score was 99%.

M.C. Davis

Thank You

Window

Autumn’s
leaves
have
made their
way to us,
and we’re
scattered
and aligned to
where
we should
be this
time
of the year.
The days are
orange-flavored
and long,
and the nights
cover our
bones
like deep blankets,
grabbing
and tackling us
back to sleep.

Reds, yellows, and
light purples
carry our minds
to childhood
where
we lived for
each
moment,
if only to
share what
we just learned.
Words are
kept free,
and love resembles
an
ocean, full of
the elements
that bring
us closer.

I’m
saying “Thank
you
” to those
elements
now, in
an effort
that what
will
become
of us will
be
what we
really
need.
In
other words,
I’m saying
Thank you”
to those
elements
now, in an
effort
to show you
how much
I
truly
love you.

M.C. Davis

And Then There Was Us

Pic

Dust
has gathered
on the
brown
table, and I’m
swayed to
believe
that
we once
stood tall
like those
Redwoods,
and without
that
fear of
tomorrow. We
used
to dance
lazily
in the sun,
but you
outpaced
me and
I
fell short. You
made
me think
twice
about us,
and in doing
so, I found
you
not calibrating
my
movements.

Yes, the
days
are closer
than we
think,
and I’m
just starting
to see
us for us.

M.C. Davis