Finding Home

A poet
once wrote
something
about
me,
which
made
ears find
their
way through
paved
rouge and
magenta
streets.
I smiled,
then
realized
that the
poet
with
the oh-so-kind
words
was indeed
the image
of me
quietly
driving
his dream;
it was
the
same
image of
yesteryear’s
efforts
left to
pasture,
like
you did
when you
asked
Aphrodite
for a
day’s rest.

See, I’m
home
but I’ve
yet to
see the
door’s
opening.

I’m getting there.
Just you wait.

M.C. Davis

Like We Talked About

At times, it’s very apparent that I love to talk. In fact, there are times where my brain hasn’t found enough time to throw up the BS Flag before I’ve ran to the next BS-laden subject. Now, this doesn’t necessarily mean that my words are filled with BS, or carry a BS tone, or even give way to more BS, but often I’ve amassed a few layers of BS that even the most grassed-filled cow wouldn’t want to compete with my BS levels.

Feelin’ me?

So, like we talked about, and having mentioned the above statement on BS, I want to express one thing: everything is relevant.

Even BS.

Many of my friends spend ample time in the Land of BS and quite frankly, I’m often impressed that they don’t take the time to make BS more relevant. In other words, acknowledge it. Own it. Become it.

So, when talking through the roof about how much money one is making, or the 10,000 square foot home one is constructing, let go of the premise that your words–no matter how believable or not they are–are as relevant as the Constitution of the United States, or the Magna Carta.  Now, I’m not saying that a box filled with lies is equivalent to one of the greatest documents of our civilization, but the character in how the effect of words change how we think is truly the focus in my thoughts.

Everything is relevant.

From the good to the bad.

From the Alpha to the Omega.

From you to me.

M.C. Davis

Pressure

It’s
close,
but not
too
close.
It’s closer,
but
not
quite close
enough.
It’s building
up, but
not
so much
now…
No, no,
wait,
it’s here
and I’m
ready
for
it now.

Achoo!

Now,
we’re
good.

M.C. Davis

Viewpoint

A
blind
man’s
situation
doesn’t
quite
mean he
doesn’t
see, but
rather
that he
sees
everything.
He’s wise
to
every
sense
of the
world’s
shape,
and
every
decisive
corner of
wisdom
being passed
from
one branch
to another.
He’s given
a prowess,
and a
system
of no-faults;
He’s
unstoppable and
prepared
for
the
longest
days
to pass.
His time
is
never here
or there,
but
quietly
next
to you
as
if he
never
left
the
peripheral
view.

M.C. Davis

Coming To Terms

So, I’ve been doing some thinking.

Let me be honest, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.

For one, I need to finish this Greyhound book.  Secondly, I need to really finish this Greyhound book.

Even as I type this blog entry, my mind is scattered into a million directions. The TV is staring me down, Sammy-dog is quietly waiting for my next move, and a social schedule that will require my attendance is looming in the hours to come.

A scattered mind does not a goal make.

To boot, I’ve yet to write down a single word or syllable in my book today, or yesterday, or the day before yesterday.

So, I have to come to terms and realize what’s important for the nowness in my life. As it seems in this day and age, it can be very difficult to come to terms in an effort to make sure one’s mind stays clear and ready for the next phase. Often, we give up slow pieces of our dream for the greater good of what we think we should have in life.

I’ve learned that sometimes what we think we need may often be misaligned with the things in life we give us the most power.

More to come on this grand self observation.

M.C. Davis

What I Want

See,
what I
want is to
feel
Nikki
Giovanni’s
words
inside of
a
smoke-filled
room,
in
between
jazz-filled
lips,
and
inside
of a place
you
and I
call home.
I want
to walk
across
the Nile
barefoot,
where
toes sink
into loose
mud, and
the
sun
follows my
every step,
causing
the days
to wait
for
me to
wake up.
See, what
I want
is to
feel synergy
through
your
touch and
if
I’m desperate
enough,
I want
you
to feel
what
I feel
all the
time.

M.C. Davis

Of What You Remind Me


…and other things.

Often, our memories are faded with a clear picture of our past, present and even future experiences. Many times, we’re given small reminders of those glory days where time is filled with molasses, and the days linger like wisdom being handed out in small bites.

I’m often reminded of my childhood through the layers of the day; and if I’m lucky enough, I’ll get many chances to relive those moments as an adult. See, my reminders don’t always come from outside my body, but quite the opposite. They come from the interior inner layer that gets to be broken down and repaired each day I learn, listen, and love. These are the moments of the day I feel the strongest and weakest in the most loving way possible.

These are the moments I’m reminded of myself.

M.C. Davis