Purple Moon Children

It has been a very long time since I’ve even attempted to create for a space that exists outside of the pages of my notebook, yet here I find myself. I suppose that the call to write hasn’t gone completely unheard, even though it seems harder and harder to do. I’m trying to return to what I once enjoyed… and something that once came so easily to me. Hopefully, this won’t be as much of a struggle…

——————————————————————————————————————– I walk a tightrope soaked in gasoline, And EVERYBODY ‘round me has a match or lighter in hand. I walk with my arms stretched up rather than out, Hoping my faith in the Most High will account for something. I… AM… SLIPPIN’ But I haven’t fallen yet But DAMN my heart is pounding, and my palms are drenched with sweat. I’M TRIPPIN’ Over my own…

Deception cuts deeper when you thought that the deceiver could never or would never. But that’s the whole point of deception having a name isn’t it? To remind you that no matter WHAT, it can make space for itself, whether in the rafters or in the tiny cracks of your foundation that neither of you realized were there. And while it’s a new year, old deceits find themselves at the forefront of my…

I love the act of reflection. Looking back upon moments that have passed, and remembering every detail suspended in that space is a true pleasure that I indulge in often. I’ve been told that I hang onto things and live in the past, and there was a time in my life where I was ashamed that people thought of me that way. Now, I’ve embraced this about myself, and care not what others think about it.…

I remember writing this piece almost a year ago as I reflected upon emotions that I had memories of. It was nice to look back, and exciting to also be able to look forward to feeling this way about someone once more. There is beauty in expression, and beauty in love, so when the two come together magic happens; and in those moments, we are blessed with the musings of an artist who is caught up in…

For so long in my life I’ve felt as if one of the major things I was lacking was direction. For days I would plead with God for guidance, until I became angry enough at what I perceived as a lack of response, that I would “do things my own way.” And on a few of those occasions, I thought that I was getting ahead. I thought that I’d finally figured out where I was going, what path I was finally…

Who are you to decide whether I laugh or cry?

Whether I live in your love, or die

in deprivation?

Who are you to put a smile on my face, or anguish in my heart?

Who on Earth gave you permission to tear my world apart?

My attempts to push you away from my sacred place are marred,

By your half-assed attempts to healing my scars.

Scars that you caused with your hot and cold…

Not everything is Black & White, sometimes you have to adjust your view from the inside out, and instead survey from the outside in to get the clarity you seek.

Many thanks to Jesse for his wonderful contribution of “Outside In.” I truly appreciate this companion piece to Inside Out! More of his musings can be found on https://jesterbuttontherapy.net/

INSIDE OUT

All change ain’t good…

Madness in the Melodies

Sometimes I pretend that I’m listening to a song that nobody else but the artist knows. It becomes a secret in my heart, a hidden messages in the lyrics only able to be decoded by me. It just makes the song super special. I don’t care that it’s a well known or popular song. It could be the biggest hit in the world and I still would not care.

In my mind, every note was delivered with the…

https://soundcloud.com/moonlightpoet/emotional-someone Emotional Someone

You take comfort in the presence of my absence whilst I dread the absence of your presence.

And while we hold on to the tendrils of maybe,

We have divorced the promise of forever

Because neither of us are delusional enough to believe that the dreams we once dreamt will come true.

Mentally we are grounded in

Gift me your love by allowing me to sit with you amid your creativity,

While you spin webs of intricate design from both your lips & the tip

Of fingers that flow gracefully,

I want to be a part of your conjuring.

Your own brand of magic, real, no illusions… I want to bear witness.

I want you to wrap me in the cloak of your embrace,

So that I truly feel the love that you’re…

Truly Yours…

Anyone that knows me well should know by now that I love living in the past. Not in the sense that I’m not in tune with the present, but in the way that memories are beyond cherished. I dwell within my mind, replaying moments that cannot otherwise be re-lived. So, when I decided to take a trip down memory lane the other day, it was no surprise to me that it lasted as long as it did. This time, I…

For days I’ve been trying to find the words to say that would reflect how I feel about something that the World is finally taking a collective look at. For days, I’ve tried to figure out what standing I have to speak on something that impacts the whole of my race, people that came before me and those that will come long after I’ve gone. Looking at who I am, the stats come up and I realize that…