Forward Fold

I could have stayed

in forward fold forever

letting troubles drip away

but Alas!

the Sun did summons me

for a solute

and to the moment

I must obey

~ M. Sneed

Mr. Carlos Williams

You sit there

and sip your cup

of fresh ground coffee beans and water

as if

to savor the flavor

jazzy music plays in the background

and a book of poetry sits in your lap

while you wish 

that you too

could bring such life

to a little red wheelbarrow.

~ M. Sneed

The Memory

I wanted to feel the 

security of your arms today

but once again

I had to settle with the trust

that I have in my heart

to just remember

On a Thursday

It's that time of day
on a Thursday....and I'm thinking
is this ever going to end
soon there will be a bottom
to the glass of that cocktail
and boredom's going to win
so an old familiar calling screams
for my attention the Siren sings
" it's there and you want it
what's your addiction say?
Want a take me for a swim?"

~ M. sneed

Dirty Train Ride

She can see the green in my face
so she sweetens up her smile
and bats those big blues
But jealousy, it festers like a blister
when you get answers to questions
you really didn't want answers to.

But I like the way she calls me baby
as she straddles me on this chair
nibbles kisses up my neck
and plays her mystic fingers
through the curls of my hair

She says " don't worry about him baby.
to me, he was nothing more
than a cheap seat on a dirty train ride
while I was waiting for
arrival
at my stop destination
and I, well, I was just his whore."

This is why we practice safe sex
with a side order of " you don't ask"
and "I won't care"
because God, it drives me crazy
when she calls me baby
and straddles me in this chair.
and she is one dirty train
I'd ride anywhere.

~ M.Sneed

AssHoles

ASSHOLES

ASSHOLES!
Stop stealing my zen!
prompting me to feel
it is I
who should make amends
Assholes! I say
Assholes Stop!
Stop stealing my zen!
and then
from nowhere
the voice of God?..or
intuition?...
whispers...again... 
" Hey girl! 
Stop letting AssHoles
steal your zen"

Crossing Over

We crossed over that line
Passing quickly
to the other side
reeling from that revealing tingle
traveling up my spine
your there
beside me
in perfect form
that smile
still present upon your face
spinning my head
to that comfortable place
content in us
and the rushed
hushed whispers in the dark
jerking us back
ten years in time
to that moment long ago
when we should have
crossed over that line
together
and to the other side

The Man with The Plan

I went to pay a visit to the man

I asked him " Dude, what's my plan?"

and he said "friend

your in luck today, I can offer you a deal

so throw your money on the table

and take a hold of the wheel.

Here is the map of your life

Detours and all

The things that leave you standing

and the things that make you fall

but be careful with this knowledge, son

because of the temptation it may bring

for it could spell disaster

if you were to change a thing

and your past will never have existed

past the point that you were born

My advice is stay on track

and consider yourself warned.

for you are gripping in your hands

your life's road map, complete with key

Your past the point of no return, son

You are staring at your destiny.
in your hands you hold the power to your life

now what's it going to be?

Open Sea

My body lives here
in Tennessee
but my soul
is the captain of my heart
and it lives out on open sea
it soars with the gulls
roams with the clouds
and floats on the breeze
upon distant shores
across continents
far and free
with the fish
it swims deep in the seas
and with the sailors
it likes to enjoy a drink
and occasionally
my soul sails home
back to Tennessee
then back out to my love
the open sea
where my essence
can just simply be.....

Silent Warrior

behold the silent warrior
within your femininity,
she is a brutal adversary
full of chaotic divinity
she carries the sword of strength
strapped upon her hips
and delivers the speech of truth
from her un-quivering lips
she sells your courage to others
when your just not sure it exists
she will fall upon your enemies sword
when you feel your powers resist
yes, behold the silent warrior of your soul
because she is all the things that you believe
remember, she is all the things
you think you can never be!

Love dies 

in the glow of embers

and then it lies 

down 

in dust and ashes

it dances 

it's death announcement

across the hay fields 

and along the furrows

and it burrows 

and it bashes

unhealable deep scars 

across 

and into 

the muscle of our hearts

until we mourn

for our lost piece 

and their not so forgotten face

til we mimic the forlorn 

of old school lore

and understand misery

of wanderlust poets

who learned to pour

out their complicated souls

their divine nature

broken and torn

onto paper

like a suicides blood

onto the floor

a little

A little less

forgive-ness

for the mess

you make of me

a little more

attention toward

the “L” word

and what it means

a little nudge

a no hold grudge

take the plunge

commit to me

a little no

i just don't know

just for show

it's just a leap

a little crush

so fuss and hush

it's not love

yet you don't leave

A little yes

it's for the best

life's just a test

that we can beat

A little us

a bunch of trust

a lotta lust

and we just be

The Gift Of Life

In remembrance and under death

as a broken mother’s heart

I file her name

and as if they're etched into my soul

those memories....

they are so ingrained.

delivered by God

no cries of a life.

Her vibrance already drained

she was my darling daughter

and in my mother's arms

still and silent, she laid

I cradled and grieved

long before the chance

of a blessed Welcome came.

she is now of this earth

in the form of spirit and love

and that is where she shall remain

but sometimes at night

I cry for her.

I whisper her name.

I can seldom forget her beauty

or that of the sun

on my face that day

was it a sign?

a spiritual message

sent a grieving mother's way

" I have her here with me

and you will know her too...

someday"

What I do know,

and with all my mothers heart, I know

she was not taken from me

in vain

and I like to believe

in the magnitude

of what she gave

that her beautiful universal soulless self

gave the gift of life

to another mother's babe

On Your Shoulder

I cry on your shoulder 

while you are sleeping

containing my courage 

to a gentle weeping

that faint smile on your face 

tells me 

that you are dreaming

and I am happy for you

and I know 

in some small way

I help give your life meaning

and you, to me

mean that I will continue Healing

as I weep out emotions

on your shoulder

while your sleeping

Addiction

Fuck you
and your addiction
the mental game it plays
the lies it lays
at peoples feet
like offerings to Christ
a vice that stays
that fucks the people that you say
you ... love?
those above
all else.
you failed.
again.
again and again.
and again.
caged in a pin
of pills and frills
and habitual deals
from a bad deck
where a pick me up
seems more important
than others
trust and respect
and love......
isn't life just enough
to stay high on?