otherhood

I speak for the naked, the shivering, the clothed in steel

They know not what they feel

They only react, unsurprised at these foundations, these

choices they’re forced to make within strange nations

 

The required strikes, placing us in unknown situations

There is no preparation for this, no safe sensation

Times a bastard, calling on an unready body

Speak your piece and try to act like somebody

 

Movement from the corner of my eye, another

other arrives

Make a new notation of this frustration

Try to release your temptation

 

Hard to breathe, strangers make accusations

But we’re just here, with quietly dying aspirations

The Gnomic Father Pt. 5

It’s time we talked, of who we are

No, not skin and voice, not money nor choices

It’s about your soul, about your poisons

You need to find yourself, find your guiding star

 

There comes a time, when you’re in a place

You’ll know it well by how it grabs

It finds us all, even the dads

You cannot run, can’t lose its embrace

 

It’s called a code, a way to be

It’ll find you fast, make you its thrall

You have a choice, stand tall or small

As for me, I never took the Knee

 

There’s a way to live, better than you now know

It’s in how we strive, how we take life’s blows

What you make of it.

What do I find myself to be

Called upon with expectations, requirements of another world

Finding fault that lies not inside but within the eyes of others

Staring, thinking, breathing my soul out as if I were a puppet

Why do you think I am this machine? Why are you demanding my acquiescence?

Life is what you make of it I’m told

Like my father, I am a terrible creator.

Changeup

Hello followers and new readers,

 

I’ve decided to changeup how I post my poetry online by including imagery to set the tone. I’ll be reposting a few of my well-liked poems as well as a few of my personal favorites. I apologize for no new work recently, but school is currently slaying my creative world. Thank you.

 

J.D.M. Sr.

Hope

Hope is a feckless bully

When you think you’ve lost it all, he appears

He drives you in the morning, keeps your eyes open when you should sleep

He forces you to carry him, always trying to share that burden with others

He’s a monster of unimaginable force, a dictator of your soul

He only fades and disappears when you forget him

Only reappearing when another soul feels his brush

For those who don’t know, I’m studying to be a teacher at UTSA(The University of Texas at San Antonio), specializing in English. The following is a breakdown of what’s to be expected of my first year as a teacher.

 

Phases of First-Year Teaching

 

That’s quite insane but not unexpected. I believe if you looked at a new military member just starting their basic training you’d find a somewhat similar graph. What do we do to prepare ourselves for such dire straits? What do we do to prepare ourselves for a break with a hoped and imagined future?

All I can do is understand that I am in fact fallible, that all the confidence in the world doesn’t stop screwing things up to start, and I need to just keep dancing to my own song.

Confidence

In the palm there lies a two-headed coin

On one side lies arrogance, with its strut and pride

On the other lies confidence, with its strength and fallibility

When do the two become one? When should you rely on one and not the other?

There are times when arrogance is needed, when you know not what to do but need the appearance of the stronger

Just as there are times when confidence can be weakness, those times you believed you could accomplish the task but failed to ask for help

They both sound the same, look the same, act the same, but there is a difference within

The arrogant hold fear, the confident do not.

I know not which is better.

 

The Gnomic Father Pt. 3

Come child, come near and listen well

I’ll speak of the times we read, and why they matter

Reading takes you to another plane and place, allowing illusions to shatter

It will carry you through the harshest moments, when all feels like hell

 

You open the page and begin your journey, living vicariously

You’ll find a one whom you connect with, share their worries and fly

At any point, you can close the cover while never saying goodbye

You finish one, pick up another, living lives just as variously

 

That’s the value, that’s the destination, you find a life you didn’t know you’d want

And just as easily, you can put it down, then take it up when you need to escape

It matters not where you go, where you dwell, only open a book and stay awake

You’ll learn things, about yourself and others, it’s called getting smarter, try not to flaunt

 

Fiction and non, matters not at all, you’ll find a new purpose with every scrawl

So find your genre, find your precious niche, soon you’ll be happy, you’ll find a fairy with a wish

 

Spirituality

The needs of all and shown in few

Spirituality, the light that bridges everyone

It needs no religion though many find that not true

It’s a connection, between the energy of one to the energy of all

The breaking down of a feeling, a touch of the soul on the body of the world

Description requires a broad mind with a narrow view, you just have to feel it

Find the warmest feeling you can, press it to the glass wall, spread it evenly then hold it to the heavens

You’ll find that the more we increase our connection of self, the greater we can create a connection to others, and thus increase our spirituality

A Poem for Cris and Mike

Like a feather falling in a storm, love has its own currents

These currents have no mind, no choices, no set path

We know not when we will be swept into the tempest

Taken on an unexpected journey to a destination brighter than the last

But when that feather settles itself, when it finally connects with the world

We call that home

 

Disclaimer: This poem was written on the day of, and for, the wedding of my friends Cris and Mike.