Full Of Faith And The Such

How
’bout we
forget
about
faith
and all
those
jazzy
Bach
renditions,
and
let our
minds
roam
until
those
sultry
moments
become
clouded
like
loose
leaves,
and
these quarter
and
half
notes
fall
into
a
full and
lustful whole
note.

Yes,
Autumn
usually
brings
us
these
moments
if we
ask
nicely.

But, I’m
full
of the
faith
of us,
and
ain’t
no worries
gon’
follow me
down
the
road.
Ain’t
no
blues
gon’
serenade me
me
the moon.
Only
your
smile and
inner
thighs
will
carry
me
to
and fro,
and
with
enough
courage
to
kiss
in
in between
all
of
that.

M.C. Davis

Her Words, Not Mine

Don’t look now
I’m fading away
Into the gray of my mornings
Or the blues of every night

Is it that my nails
keep breaking
Or maybe the corn
on my secind little piggy
Things keep popping out
on my face or of my life

It seems no matter how
I try I become more difficult
to hold
I am not an easy woman
to want
They have asked
the psychiatrists . . . psychologists . . .
politicians and social workers
What this decade will be
known for
There is no doubt . . . it is
loneliness.

–Nikki Giovanni

An Apple For Your Thoughts

So, I’m writing a book.

Well, maybe not quite a book, but my mind is there and ready to put these chapters and pages in my mind together in a cohesive, almost presentable piece of work. Life has taught me that no matter how hard you try to get a thing or two done, the only way to really do it is to not make it a thing to do.

But rather a thing that has already been done.

So, instead of tacking the day in/day out antics of writing a book (or whatever my mind calls it these days), I’ll simply believe and focus on the fact that it’s already written, and all I have to do it simply copy what is already there. Because it’s already written…right? I only need to visualize the product in my hand, or on the bookshelf at a local coffee shop, or even in the–hold on, wait for it…wait for it…the Library of Congress!

In a manner of thinking right?

So, before you start to think a goal cannot be accomplished, or in need of a goal simply being done,  think about it this way:

Perhaps you’ve already completed it. You just need to copy it back down.

M.C. Davis

It’s Hard Being A Poet

It’s
hard
being
a poet,
having
to
convince
verbs
and
nouns
and
the
such
to
play
well
together.
Having
to
coerce
syllables
to
lay
down
their
weapons
and
hold
up
that
white flag.
Poets
tend
to
elaborate
with
vowels
that
are
too
far
and few
between
to
mean much.
We
let
participles
and
infinitives
loose
into
the
wild,
and
away
from
their
comfort
zones.

It’s
hard
being a
poet
because
words
become words
inside
of
words,
and the job
of
a poet
is
truly
never
done.
We
must
dance
inside
windy-road
sentences,
paragraphs,
and delicate
consonants
just
to
say
how much
your
love
moves
us.
See,
us poets
see
poetry
on
the tops
of skin,
and
far
down to
the follicles
of
hair.

It’s hard
being
a
poet because
love
just
won’t do.

We
need
a mountaintop
view
of
the
erotic
draw
you
create.
So, yes…
it’s
hard being
a
poet, but
standing
next
to
you
just reminded
me
to
keep
that
pen
and paper
handy.

M.C. Davis

The Next Time

The
next time
you
smile
at
me, remember
that
Athena
once
smiled,
causing
moons
to shift,
and
stars
to
shimmy
and
shake
down
to green
grass.

Your smile
ain’t
fit
for
words,
and the
sun
just might
as
well mind
her
own business
if she
knows
what’s good
for
her.

The
next time,
I
just
may smile
back.

M.C. Davis

On Passing A Thing Or Two

Whenever I feel like I’m getting in my own way, I tend to take a moment to reflect.

And no, I don’t mean the magic carpet ride type of reflection, but the type of reflection that shows me that within all of us, there exists an uninterrupted moment of clarity that we get to let loose once in a while to roam freely.

If we’re great at this, that moment will give birth to new moments of clarity, and so on and so forth. If we fail at this, then we’ll be given a second, a third, and a million more chances to get it right.

Until then, we still have time.

Every now and then, I’ll pass a thing or two that reminds me to accept the things I cannot change in order to truly accept the things I can change. Every once in a while, I’ll get the chance to pass a thing or two that grabs me in acknowledgment and validation that I where I’m suppose to be at a given time. If I’m lucky enough, I’ll get the opportunity to pass a thing or two that shows me the world through simple eyes, and without all the noise of what I should be doing with the time I’m given.

So, I’m passing through this world with an open hand pointed right back at me.

M.C. Davis

Together

One day
we’ll be
together,
and stretch across
our
bed in
layers,
and drive
that
wind
from the
room
like
she never
existed.

We’ll
dance
naked, and
find
wisdom
in
the essence
of
a locked
door,
a closed curtain,
and
a warm
sheet.

Togetherness
just
may
not hold
us
the way
we
want,
so let’s
just
become
like
poets,
and let
go
of this
world one
syllable
at
a time.

M.C. Davis