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

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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.

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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


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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.


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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



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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


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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


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