Choice!

I don’t want to be the voice of reason,

I want to be the voice of innovation.

I cannot follow the conformist

If I want to walk in freedom.

To be able to understand order,

I need to experience chaos.

To feel the extent of the light,

I need to experience my own darkness.

To fully hold love for you,

Firstly, I need to accept me.

MM 2015

I am!

I survived things that confused me,
I survived things that abused me,
I survived things that destroyed me,
I survived things that nearly killed me,
I survived things that tried to break me,
I survived things that criticised me,
I survived the darkness that surrounded me,
I will continue to fight and survive,
I will never lose my faith in humanity,
I will never stop loving others,
I will keep being more compassion,
I will keep being me.

MedusaMoon 2015

Compassion!

Maybe one day

you will understand what it feels like

to walk in my shoes.

Perhaps a time will come

when I will be able to fit into your shoes too!

As I stand in front of you

I see a reflection of myself.

The parts I like

the bits I detest.

So when I judge you am I not judging me?

For we are all made from the same stardust

One interconnected source of love!

If only we knew

would we love each other more?

MM c 2015

Sometimes….

Sometimes
in life
people say things that they shouldn’t.
Sometimes
people wish they had said something
before the moment passed.
Sometimes
people wait their whole life
wanting to say something
but cannot find the courage.
Sometimes
it is just too late
to say those
“three little words”
that can change everything
or nothing.
I wish I knew how to say what I felt….
sometimes.

MedusaMoon  c 2015

Oh brightest star

Oh brightest star

how she would shine

more brightly

in most darkest night.

Until one eve

she met the moon

who shone

most magnificent

losing her sight.

Hence there forth

through every tide

she would gaze

upon his splendour.

The moon would cast

her but a glance

beautifully tender.

A loveaffair

intensified

tide to tide

She would settle close

afloat by his left side.

Over time

her own sparkle

become so small and dim.

Her energy diminished.

she was fading

knowingly accepting

this love affair had finished.

Losing all purposefulness

forgetting the true meaning of hope.

Dreams would fade

along with the belief

that by his side

she would cope.

The reason for her existence

to bath within his spark

to offer up her light for him

so he could shine

more brightly

in the dark.

He noticed her

more rarely now

as his affections

began to dither.

He bore of her

tiny spark

soon she would fade

and wither.

Insignificant was she

compared to all his beauty.

Staying true to him

an unspoken duty.

One day, she started to die

as all stars do

thought it was his making.

Turning cold

with each full moon

her broken soul

was aching.

Time passed

she did try

to rekindle her shining.

Uneventful

this became

stars do not understand dying.

Once upon a time

a star must disengage

to become

more than just a star.

To be the shooting star at night

so full of promise

greater than the moon by far.

As they plummet to the earth

a wish upon

Shepard’s guide

Wiseman’s promise

lover’s dream

a supernova in the sky.

Outshining even

the fullest moon

whilst gently passing by.

Oh brightest star

rediscovered

whom she was meant to be

before she lost her fight.

For one moment

she became

the most magnificent vision

in darkest night.

MedusaMoon 2014

Meaninglessness.

Meaningless

existence!

To be or not to be?

Impossible to re-create

once life is blown out.

Death I find intolerable

I scream louder than shout.

Grief has struck

the reaper left

his grimness  shall remain.

I’m trying to make sense of it

yet reasoning’s insane.

Pointlessness

nonsensical

I barter with denial.

Forgiveness

forgetfulness

thus leaving you in style.

Overwhelming

mournfulness

emptiness

no smile.

Bitterness

seriously

does that seem like me?

Unhappiness

constantly

we start to agree.

 

MedusaMoon 2014

My Mistress…

My mistress has a

voice so sweet

melodic to melancholy

but it can change

anguish to anger

as she shouts so loud

for all to hear

that she has spoken

loud and clear.

The window rattles

I lay awake

on this cold morn.

Whist listening

my Mistress howl

her lonely song

she sounds forlorn.

Wailing

so desperately

her  despair

echoes

as her tone

fills my empty room.

A distant din

her voice attacks

all flora and fauna

surrounding my garden,

they do not stand a chance

against my lady’s frustration.

Silence falls

as she withdraws

her windy expression

just for a moment

until once more

she raises her voice

to blow away

this bluest morning.

MedusaMoon c 2013