~ Everytime I step onto my mat, I meet the me I have always wanted to be.

Just for the beer

There is only one reason

that I am here

at Pub de grub

grab and drunk

- funk-

even the food sucks!

in spite of all that

I am still sitting here

but it's just for the beer

and before this night is over
I'm pretty sure I'm going to cry in it.

How many times must I break
to understand where all my pieces fit?

I'm lying, shattered on the floor
  - or-
resting, broken in a gutter.

my loneliness has left me there before.

From which lesson in life did I obtain glue?

was it in that mirror moment when
I saw the sparkle of my own eyes?
they were gleaming for you.

Gorilla or Super will do.
again. 

and some say I'm weak, broken
by my love for a man
but your energy sees me, heals me
and seals me
- my fractured structure- 
back together
time and time again. 

Vagabond

Inspired by the beautiful spirit of Krystalyn

Vagabond

she is a mystical creature

bare feet against the ground

She is of Earth

of trees

of sky and water

she is a part

of all these things

she is a Vagabond by nature

and makes her home

in all the places

that make her spirit sing

( Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen)

and when she speaks

you know she is wise

so wise the Universe listens

for she is all soul

she is beauty

she is calm

but mostly she is Love

yes, she is Love

our beautiful vagabond

and we know and understand

that one morning

she will simply be gone

but behind she will leave us with

her wisdom

her soul

her calm

but mostly she will leave her love

and I will carry that with me

until the next meeting

my lovely little Vagabond

Out of time

Delusions in my peripheral 
whisper rumors in my ear
depressions way of saying
" I am back.
Hey doll
won't you let me take a crack
at ya?"
I am driving fast down this highway
well past legality
drunk off crazy and fucked up on mind
because happiness is fickle
life can be hell
and this is how I have spent most of mine
fending off depression
playing head games with myself and
I know I'm losing time
before it runs me down 
before the sun sets
and stays
dark
sad
void
numb
days
and 
long
nights
Will I have the strength
the next time?
this time?
to win again?
I do not know
and so, here I am
driving fast down this highway
trying to get away
using all the strength of all my days
to defend against demons
that get in the way
of my pursuance of a happy life
demons that try to convince me
I'm out of time

Mean Bitch

I use to love mean bitches
mistaking their crude and flippant nature
as the strength of their kind
as they talked shit
straight from the horses mouth
"in your face"
- disgrace-
Woman, please
act with a little grace
and stop reacting
to every little thing
that "so and so" says
it's not strength
your showing off
by running your mouth half cocked
it's weakness
of character
Weakness of spirit and soul
the only strength you've built
is in that jawbone
and- you- are- work-ing- that
aren't you honey?
and i bet my money
your working him also
yeah, you see,
I use to a be a mean bitch too
but it wasn't sexy on me
and it isn't sexy on you.

~ M. Sneed

Expiration Date

You sit opposite
the man behind the desk
- he is short-
- so is the desk-
you sit opposite him
in his white lab coat
you sit across and you wait
for him to pull a number
- and you wait-
like a rabbit from a hat
like the lucky powerball
- you wait-
- for the expiration date-
years of sad
- gone-
- and you wait-
years of happy 
- gone-
- and you wait -
holding your breath
between heart beats
- you wait-
- for the expiration date-
all through your life
- you wait-
all through years and symptoms
accusations and assumptions
-you wait-
you ponder having magnets made
to give away
- you wait-
to friends and family
the ones that say-
" save the date"
- and you wait-
and they should finish with
" today is the day"
and you fill in the blank
- with your expiration date-
or maybe
count down the days until
like Christmas
- and wait-
shoot off fireworks 
at your wake
- you wait-
til the man in the white lab coat
assigns you an expiration date
- and then again- you begin- to wait-




~ M. Sneed

we are Magic

We are all

STARdust

a COSMIC CREATION

complex

and

FANTASTIC

we are

MAGIC!

We are all

MESSAGES

of TRUTH

between the EARTH,

the MOON,

the UNIVERSE too

simple

yet GALACTIC

we are make believe

we are momentary

we are MAGIC!

 on my mat

i fill the SPACE

between BREATHS

between holding on

and letting go

RELEASE and STAY

CONNECTED, BOLD

dramatic

We are ESSENCE

We are SPIRIT

We are 

MAGIC!

In my HEART

i SING

my SOUL is HAPPY

 in this LIFE

I have known

MIRACLES,

PEACE,

and LOVE, 

oh, sometimes so tragic

but as always

we are, 

as it is,

eternally,

soulfully,

undeniably

 MAGIC!

~ M.Sneed

Brain Fuck

I suffocate beneath the pressure of my own neurosis

you are a brain fuck

and you make me feel

so very crazy

When i met you I was not in a jealous way

You are a brain fuck

and you make me act

so very crazy, 
baby

but baby you were the brain fuck

I was needing

pulling me from my safe space
to head case

secretly revealing

from beneath those dirty sheets

that I 

....was all yours

I don’t like the way you whisper, lean in towards her

you are a brain fuck

and you make me speak

so very crazy

I don’t like the way your hand is dancing up her spine

you are a brain fuck

and make me dream

so very crazy

I don’t like the way your dimples shine through your smile

the way, for her

you always give another mile

you make me scream

out loud my crazy, 

baby

with no means left to claim

since you left me

You are a brain fuck

but baby you were the brain fuck

I always needed

pulled me from my safe space
to head case

secretly revealed

from beneath those dirty sheets

that I 

....was all yours

just when I think it is over and done

you are a brain fuck

you make me tingle

from my own crazy

tumble again, I do, with ease
you are a brain fuck
you make me release
all around you
my crazy,
jealousy,
fuck me, insane
crazy I am
every time you come round again
you are a brain fuck

but baby you are the brain fuck

I was always needing

pulling me from my safe space
to head case

secretly revealing

from beneath these dirty sheets

that I 

....am all yours

~ M. Sneed

Youthful Spirit

Where did she go
the vision of that young woman
that I use to be
the one reflected in my mirror
no longer looks like me
as she stares back, into my own eyes
even I begin to believe
that spirit has forsaken her
and I stand void and empty
in the heart, in the soul, in the eyes
we can change the scope of our reality
we pacify the passersby
into the simple belief
that there is a greatness to be found
somewhere in humanity
strength in souls united
no questions in what will be
each being throwing out
their own kinetic energy
I'm looking in the mirror,
hoping this is what I'll see
but instead of the essence of my youth
handing me reprieve
through this mirrored reflection
I see her empathy
the clarity of a higher being
with wisdom she begins to speak
" Gaze through the looking glass of your soul,
to that cliff on which you laid your dreams
place them back inside your self
and simply take a leap.
when you get where you are going
there my spirit will be
sending out our vibrations,
our magic, and belief.
there truly is a greatness
somewhere in humanity
and it is found within the power
of our empathy,
it lies dormant in our souls,
but it awakens with our dreams.
others read it in our eyes
and sense it when it leaves"
At once I begin to understand
all that she means
it is in the absence of a thing
that something else begins to be.
this is nothing more than lack of self,
stagnant mysticism and forgotten dreams.
through the grounding of my spirit,
the practice of my empathy,
I shall bind her youthful magic
with the magnitude of my dreams
and through the cultivation
of my own humility
I will somehow find myself
and within that, the greatness in Humanity
and the essence of my youth
will radiate exponentially


 M. Sneed

Poetic Society

I will never be
a member
of polite so-ci-ety
But luck-ily for me
I am a member of
poetic society.
we wield pens
and do battle
with ourselves
in black text fonts
on technologies paper
We reveal in phrasing
what you can't say in life
what we think, what we feel
desire, capers, strife
it is all there for the picking
in black ink, heart pricking
love, loss,
and another day's whipping
we bare our souls
light and dark
fearlessly bleeding
for the sake of
polite society's
judgmental reading's
of our whims
pain, euphoria,
life filled to the brim
pouring out of them
and out of me
as members of
poetic so-ci-ety

~ M. Sneed

Min, go lightly

As Truman Capote
once told me
@ 2 a.m.
inside my dream
Acceptance of yourself
is the most important thing
Min, go lightly through the city
meander aimlessly
around
and window shop
your last epiphany
the one that tells you
" Find yourself and find your Tiffany's."
just as my Holly did
because Home, through hatred of oneself
to anyone, never came
and life and love
are less a cage
but more an aim
so go forth now
learn to love yourself
buy some furniture
and give the cat a name

 ~ M. Sneed

"It's like Tiffany's," she said.
It calms me down right away, 
the quietness and the proud look of it; 
nothing very bad 
could happen to you there, 
not with those kind men 
in their nice suits, 
and that lovely smell of silver 
and alligator wallets. 
If I could find a real-life place 
that made me feel like Tiffany's, 
then I'd buy some furniture 
and give the cat a name.” 
~ Holly Golightly, 
Truman Capote- Breakfast at Tiffany's

Coffee Shop

A dreary Sunday morning in the city

I sit, drinking coffee and smoking a cig

          in a tiny shop downtown

It's just the atmosphere I like

           and the balance in my life

between what to rush for

           and what to enjoy.

            ~ M. Sneed

Maple Tree

Remember that old Maple Tree

covered with it's many beautiful leaves

Imagine if it had eyes

all the things that it had seen

the people it would have known

from now

back to when it was a seed

all those that had been there before us

to scribble poetry from beneath

it's umbrella of foliage

and all of those that chose to leave.

Imagine,

 that for every moment shared beneath it

it took in a memory

and for every memory it held

it sprouted yet another leaf.

Yes, I remember well

the magnificence 

of that old Maple Tree

and I remember also

it's inspiration 

it's poetry

~ M. Sneed

calm

heart beats

steady

ready

to face myself

still, calm

motionless

the sweet presence

of contentment

it is subtle

quiet

at peace

 with ease

not expected

but accepted

and welcomed

~ M. Sneed