Demands

Demands

By: M. MacMinn

I'd chosen to run
just as far as I could
to block out or muffle
each attempt at words

to protect and comfort
only myself
while carrying the torch
seasoned in help

I've held it so long
it's burning my hands
scorching my breath
and clouding my plans

A soul left forgotten
lying in bed
passing back and forth
lost in my head

I listen, intently
at attention I stand
in fear and silence
I'll bend on demand

www.markmacminn.com

Silent Pictures

Silent Pictures

By: M. MacMinn


Silent pictures
we sneak, we watch, we draw
Your victim doesn't know they are a picture
your picture
As you are unaware that you are words

Sleek and smooth
observant and unknowing
take off

Now we fly

Your eyes are quicker than my own
For mine linger and watch
Resting behind you
I wonder if you feel these looks

We are flying


www.markmacminn.com

Unable To Say Why

Unable to Say Why

By: M. MacMinn

My eyes are not open
My mind, not switched on
My body, draped with clothing
My belly, full with breakfast
My thoughts are fluttered from the night before

How such fun turned so poorly upon confession
A notion hard to hear
playfulness forgotten and left
as quickly as it began

Absent in the daylight
vanished in the shine of a beautiful day
The air as cool as my heart
The street as empty as my compassion
and just as unable to explain

You are thinking about this incorrectly
though, I am unable to say why


www.markmacminn.com

Uncommon Treasures

Uncommon Treasures

By: M. MacMinn

Wind chimes baby
bringing us home,
with a twinkle in the wind

it's unworldly, it's hopefully,
it's without monetary value
it's timeless, limitless, sacred

It's like reindeer on Christmas
and rabbits on Easter
pointless, beside the point,
everything, the meaning itself

Russian roulette in reverse
substance and shortcake
strawberry ribbons on bow wrapped presents
stockings full of heavenly garbage,
tasty to consume

wet panties on whiskers,
during a sunny afternoon
Butterscotch to fancy
Lemonade on ice
Peach cobbler for breakfast
and sundaes at night

smokes on top of mountains
valley's full of dew
pleasantries in moments
moments all too few


www.markmacminn.com

Puddles

Puddles

By: M. MacMinn


So much has been about the celebration
the party, the drink, the pussy, the distortion
The self-fulfilling puddle of pleasure

The denial of work
the pursuit of pursuing

The bitter pill of failure
the late blooming eyes
of unfolding misfortune

The acceptance
and Buddha-like moments
in the span of a cigarette

The lack of change
and expectation of

Wanting to be seen as more
than presented

Consuming to consume
following the leader

The lost idea of self
the false identity


www.markmacminn.com

I'm Here

I'm Here

By: M. MacMinn


the rain is calming
open air is warm on the porch
gutters are trickling droplets
a fire burns between my fingers,
upon my lips and in my lungs
water is cool, not cold
waiting in a glass, close in reach
time is still
the night finds peace

tension twists down my spine
struggling to be content
safe, secure, relatively without worry
but stiff, stern
conditioning dreams
denying sleep

posture is tense, anticipating
nothing is coming
except the train whistle in the distance
so near, it can't be seen
flinching, I'll gaze
taking more in

tired
just tired
it's been a long day
it's difficult to recall
all that's been done
but it's done
this day
it's over, work was done
and also some play

that time on the bed
wet and smooth
beers in the mouth
with tongues on each other
what a quenching release
thank you
though that too
is done

hunting for magic
but it's not always there
I'll look again tomorrow
and each day that
I'm here


www.markmacminn.com

Tongues

Tongues

By: M. MacMinn

Where is your heart
at home, on the stage

Who sees your beauty
with the value of days

As you breathe air
fast and asleep

Or drinking in water
while eyes open, repeat

I'll tell you a joke
on your grave, where you lay

Fashion is frugal
on tongues you shall stay


www.markmacminn.com

Withering

Withering

By: M. MacMinn


It's a wonder you survived this long
circumstances temperamental, then each is gone

Back to breathing dirty air
anxious emotions, confidently scared

Proud and stubborn, burdened by thoughts
selfish and empty, security bought

It's all for the moment, it's all for the line
It's all for a dream, withering in time



www.markmacminn.com

Moments with the Angel

Moments with the Angel

By: M. MacMinn


She walks
so unknowing of my gaze

Maybe she knows of it too much
turning it into every other look
she has ever received

signed off, silent
clocked out


www.markmacminn.com

A Folkslinger Tale

A Folkslinger Tale

By: M. MacMinn

the new voice will howl
with the old voices song

the silence, shallow
with crest's that sing long

power and presence
easily attained

pulling each story
threads from veins

the emptiness is barren
the treasures are rich

in each glint a glisten
each shimmer a speech

with bellows of resin
an absence that speaks

every pebble in the ocean
will lie on the beach


www.markmacminn.com

Release

Release

By: M. MacMinn


dank and worn
tossed aside to the floor
soft and salty
forgotten frills, frayed lace

cupping them to my nose
breathing you in
learning the intimate you

in the shadows, I pulse
I stroke, I grow

I smell you, holding myself
in the secret security of solitude
I imagine myself upon you
pretending to know you

I release


www.markmacminn.com

Trucks & Beach

Trucks & Beach


By: M. MacMinn


Half dead
on a darkened sand beach
An empty Peninsula
seagulls, eye-balling me

Salt, in the air, in the breath
a soothing smell like a California sun

Looking for wisdom
realizing it is everywhere
and nowhere

Like a breeze in the air
and the surf on the sand



www.markmacminn.com

Solace

Solace

By: M. MacMinn


I want you to be one of my stories
possibly the one that doesn't end
The one erected like a building
with a thousand windows to let light in

The one that feels most like home
that grows denser by the day
The one that shaped the city's skyline
and devastate the world if it fell away

I want it to be decorated by the sun
and illuminated by the night
I want it to stand still in time and space
and hold the beauty of my life

I want it to be as simple as you
with all the mystery you contain
Holding me sweetly, softly secure
pressing solace in my vein


www.markmacminn.com

A Letter to Metro

A Letter to Metro

By: M. MacMinn


The light falls from the roof,
glistens on the brick
and glows on the wood

It works like magic
attracting the soul
It is the earth
it is whole

Touching the part that begins
confusing the part that holds
clinging to the picture

Who is this to me,
and who am I to you?

A stranger, that appears and reappears
attraction that vanishes
in given days

Falling into place
lights to brick to wood
separating

Just a reflection in the window

You are the other side of the mirror
the part you see and know, unable to touch

Lost to me
I am lost to you


www.markmacminn.com

Swallowing Mistakes

Swallowing Mistakes


By: M. MacMinn


For the fruitless souls
with hungry minds
Building their own legend
filling thoughts with time

The years may vanish
but the aching lives on
Throwing out fists
filled with barren palms

Shouting, give me something,
I have earned as much
Unleash my blessing
I'll tear it in lust

I'll grasp it firm
filling it out
stretching with searching
bottoming up

When is it over
When the air escapes
When the ground opens up
swallowing mistakes


www.markmacminn.com

Strangers In Bars

Strangers In Bars

By: M. MacMinn


Some form of madness
a style of strain
Purged in a path of emptiness
filled by cow and pig in my blood

Each argument loses merit
when actions are involved
A humble path to precision
on an arrogant road unresolved

You are potentially my lover
the glisten of dew on your thighs
I'll prose to you in matrimony
a wife of the moment
on the phone across the bar

Be timid and foolish
resign yourself to my arm
A cast-away of emotion
in neon lights you'll go far

Lost, foolish and young
education is important
pay attention to strangers in bars


www.markmacminn.com

A hopeless America

A hopeless America

By: M. MacMinn


A hopeless America

resigned to debt
hungry and over-fed
weak and ignorant
blinded by faith

Taught with broken promises

buried in fear
answered in violence
taken advantage of
over and over and over

Intentionally mislead

mostly for the dollar
and sometimes for the fame

Suicidal and forgotten

destroying with each day
damning the dawn

Forgotten America

to proud to pretend
the dream has died

Welcoming the end



www.markmacminn.com

The Perfect Voice

The Perfect Voice


By: M. MacMinn



Finally found a voice
to sing me to sleep
wishing it would
each night

The body is a stranger
the voice a vessel
commonly beautiful

The voice is so familiar
you could invite it home
a friend instantly

A treasure to be secured
as if reaching extinction
and maybe it is

Tears of fulfillment
tears of solace
perfect tears


www.markmacminn.com

To See

To See

By: M. MacMinn


welcome home
there's a price
short sighted morality
or down grade your life

everything you want
you can have it right here
it's buried in the freezer
minutes from the meal

that animal inside
keep him caged up
we can't have you
planting and mounting
surviving on luck

you've got to think it
plan it
will it to be
find it, nurture it
choose how to share
choose how they see


www.markmacminn.com

Anew

Anew

By: M. MacMinn



With every new day
a new breath will come

With every new breath
a new setting sun

With every new beam
each ray of sunlight

A new stroke of luck
a new chance at life


www.markmacminn.com

Coaster Writings

Coaster Writings

By: M. MacMinn


Still taken in by mysterious skinny legs
by soft smiles and curious eyes
Still taken in, taken in
playful, young, reckless, unashamed
shy, insecure, I could crush you, if you let me
if we set me loose

Disposable party beats
trying to enrich when I should be superficial
When does over critical soul come into fashion
what creates these creatures
all living in a dream
denying reality is all to easy
in the consumption

Blessing, curse, paying do's, but still in debt

throwing soul when I should be vibrating

No longer matters 

where I go and what I do

now is all that is important

not how many stars I've crossed along the way

Where I've been

she slows down

www.markmacminn.com

To The Moon (song lyrics)

To The Moon

By: M. MacMinn

Song lyrics for "To The Moon" off the ep Song Warrior, sex party, dragon ride, Salvation (available on itunes)

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/song-warrior-sex-party-dragon/id450501443

She said she wanted to go to the moon,

It just looked so close so real in it's loom

She said it just didn't look that far away,

It's so bright we could touch it, it's just right there she'd say

I looked to the sky and I thought she was right,

It was heavy upon us, like god's eyes at night

And it could see through the bullshit, and the tension and the smoke

It could read us from within and know our topic was a joke.

Just a shadow of safety for what is cooking beneath,

It's just a shelter from the unknown, a shield for the the weak.

But we're all weak aren't we, though I know you'll try to deny,

With a twist of your heart I could shake you to a sigh

Fantasy has a way, of making me look deep inside,

So focused on myself, I know not where I reside

Just the victim of the present and the lesson of the week 

Is knowing, I do not know myself, and I will never hear you speak

Still the moment comes and I latch on

So invested in the dream that I cannot see it's wrong.

Maybe I'm walking the right path, and just got distracted by the 

wrong tree, to open to the possibility that I found the one for me

Stop I tell myself to focus more, I'm just sitting on the foot stoop,

I'm right outside my door.

And all that I see is empty, all that I see is not right,

all that I see is darkness, brooding here at night

Fantasy has a way, of making me look deep inside,

So focused on myself, I know not where I reside

Just the victim of the present and the lesson of the week 

Is knowing, I do not know myself, and I will never hear you speak

Well I know not what I am saying,

Or the message I am trying to convey,

I'm just dreaming in the open

I'm just inviting you to play

Fantasy has a way, of making me look deep inside,

So focused on myself, I know not where I reside

Just the victim of the present and the lesson of the week 

Is knowing, I do not know myself, and I will never hear you speak

Well you said you wanted to go to the moon, 

I just wish I could take you, just wish I could take you real soon.

www.markmacminn.com

A Day Late.

A Day Late

By: M. MacMinn

The land is open
the space is vast

Time is always here,
in the moment

This, is what it is,
this, now

right now

This is what you have been looking for
this is everything
everything is simple, everything is now,
right now,

now

This ink, leaks from my pen
and this blood flows through my body
My mind perceives
and I am alive
now,
right now

And with that,
it all vanishes


www.markmacminn.com

A Dream

A Dream

By: M. MacMinn

I saw my dead brothers tonight.
All three around a campfire.

They were happy to see me.
They showered me with praise.

They read my mood,
when it got cold and dark,
they soothed me.

And then I broke.
And then I cried.

I was sad to leave the warm campfire.
I was sad to leave my dead brothers.

The darkness brought me home,
and the cold rushed me in.

Awake.
Your dream is over.


www.markmacminn.com

Straws.

Straws

By: M. MacMinn


My mind is running wild
it cannot catch it's breath
I'm torn beneath my fingers
sense-full beyond boundaries

Making stories my life
and strangers my friends
Each distant in the darkness
vanishing in the breeze

She kicks the bee's
jabbing the hive
Awaking a stir
with the creatures inside

Overrun and tormented
My hand, leading the cause
My mind, checking the bank
My eyes, clasping at straws



www.markmacminn.com

Bus Notes

Bus notes

By: M. MacMinn


Sandals on the sidewalk, abandoned
left, forgotten, lost
As if the owner was snatched
kidnapped, abducted

A stranger kicks them off the street
in the grey of morning

Lost on a bus, filled with children

Floating in a steel box, surrounded
Robot voices penetrate the air, like tacks in flesh

Anonymous conversations invade my psyche

The sun is shinning and the fat are sunburned
this day is never ending

Like the poor man next to me
dying of some random disease, slowly
very slowly

Useless conversation,
we should discuss the weather next


www.markmacminn.com

Sex with Coffee

Sex with Coffee

By: M. MacMinn

Drifting in a picture,
self created and shameless
Black, hot like coffee,
fires upon my lap,
screaming fuck, FUCK!

A call for attention
cries from my groin
Here's looking at you,
piece be with me
Tempting

The smack of the sea
an erotic lunch
Eat me, eat me
gargling freely

Freedom in the heart
free in the soul
Freely with lust, rolling
I'm open


www.markmacminn.com

Absence

Absence

by: M. MacMinn

Absence from the page
make those words grow in longing

Where have you been?
they say
Where are you now?
let us out

Clogged, flooded, damned.


www.markmacminn.com

Paper Planes

Paper Planes

By: M. MacMinn

tossing paper planes into the sun
his work burned away while he watched it fly on

though he was careful with each and every crease
he aimed for destruction and smiled at defeat

still clutching himself when alone
while your watching he's smiling
while your watching he's grown



www.markmacminn.com

Pushed

Pushed

By: M. MacMinn


Everywhere I want to be is here.
Every life I'd like to live is alive.

Alive and breathing, bursting.

Echos of myself, from another voice.

The years long, the time tires.

Breathing until there is no more breath.
The air gone, the moment pushed.


www.markmacminn.com

Dear Friend

Dear Friend

By: M. MacMinn

Dear friend,
Let me write you a letter,
and yes, no strings attached
Be careful not to misplace
your emotions on the emptiness of the past

I suggest you let this pass

Don't be foolish with your feelings
Don't be foolish with your heart
Don't build me into a mountain
just to watch me fall apart



www.markmacminn.com

the porch at night

the porch at night

by: M. MacMinn

strokes of deep blue, tousled in black
wisps of dark grey
florescent yellows

old men on bicycles
heading home
slowly, surely

cabinets of paper
begging for the fire

breathing out the past
aching from the present
longing for the next page


www.markmacminn.com

The Distortion

The Distortion

by: M. MacMinn


false teachings, the distortion continues
a mindless feed, the distortion continues
distraction, manipulation,
foundations built on cracks, built on pits,
bottomless and desolate
the distortion continues

free falling
on a gasoline slide
floating with beef and milk
in a Coca-Cola filled pool
happiness everlasting
the distortion continues

love on the other side of the bar
the distortion continues

lives wasted, slaughtered, slayed,
raped and robbed,
pillaged and fucked
the distortion continues

the sun's gotta shine,
Lord the sun's gonna shine
distortion is mine

and the distortion continues


www.markmacminn.com

I Hunt

I Hunt

by: M. MacMinn

I hunt, everyday.
I do not attack, but at times pursue.
I plot and plan.
I think like a man.
I want you.

I want your body wrapped around mine.
I want to watch your face scream,
satisfied, pleased, complete.

I want to feel your muscles pulse,
responding to my pressure.

Twinge and quiver.




www.markmacminn.com

The Sound

The Sound

by: M. MacMinn

a wheeze and a sigh
an unsteady hand
tries to clasp
tries to hold attention, which flees

scattered vision, hushed voices
circling dim lights, rapping on the roof

defeated, falling to their seats
holding hands
underneath the table
to shy to be seen



www.markmacminn.com

I Rain Out

I Rain Out

by: M. MacMinn

Like the rain that swells me
drizzling slowly out
Older eyes open
jostling blindly

Fortunes once forgotten
return with breath blown
Novels find new meaning
as fresh hands turn

Simplify your story
believe it within
Days are written daily
when night can begin



www.markmacminn.com

Plane Note #1

Plane Note #1

by: M. MacMinn

Silent pictures
we sneak, we watch, we draw

Your victim as unaware as you,
that you are words,
sleek and smooth, observant and unknowing

Take off,
now we fly

Your eyes are quicker than my own,
for mine linger to watch
Resting behind you,
I wonder if you feel this

We are flying



www.markmacminn.com

The Note

The Note

by: M. MacMinn

In a dream, a musical note, one perfect note
jutting from a saxophone or trumpet
One extended from Davis or Coltrane
pure, crisp, magical, chilling

A note, pushing over the edge
bringing tears, connecting
Hitting in the home of your heart,
of your soul

Melting any former self
Teaching, nothing matters
not your life, not your achievements
nothing written, said, experienced

Finally, understanding significance and relation to now

I want to be that note, and then I want to die
just be that note, and slide away

With the wind, rolling with the ocean,
riding upon the air and water

For the duration of time



www.markmacminn.com

When the Boy Made Me

When the Boy Made Me

by: M. MacMinn

We grew empty with careless concern
a buzz at night and searching

We walked to far, to far to return
tired and lost, tired and wandering

With a wayward stretch, singing dust in the wind

Learning the present, passing through days

Only to be
the man that I am, when the boy made me




www.markmacminn.com

Pound Upon Your Walls

Pound Upon Your Walls
by: M. MacMinn


I bid upon your will
to read behind my eyes
To agree by the path you walk
and the doors you close behind

Still open enough for me to enter
and pound upon your walls
Now it's I that reads behind your eyes
breathing freedom, chained in stalls

A silent pass, a gentle touch,
the frustrating sound of yes
A mystery so pressed upon
we'll never have to guess

Fiction builds inside my mind
making stories real
The stories that I tell myself
make me scared to feel.




www.markmacminn.com