Intermittent

Major Update And Announcement!

Hello all, this is a correction and major update. I am back now but only in a archive and intermittent capacity due to other projects I’m working on currently, and my life has recently taken and is now on a more spiritual/historical path and direction with my writings and talent. So life goes on and sometimes our destiny changes along the way and mine has definitely.  I must answer this call and be now who I really am and allow my poetic work again to reflect as such.  When I took a break I truly thought the direction I was headed in was it but then I realized during my hiatus and upon returning that it was not the path for me anymore. I’ve updated the site now to be more archival  and may post something new every now and then. This wasn’t easy for me to say but I owe it to my fans and fellow artists to be honest with not only you, but to the art, myself, and to my craft as well. So I truly appreciate all of the support you’ve given me during this previous journey of my poetic work and now leave behind my legacy known as Floalogy. 

 

Much love and peace!!

 

 

 

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Bittersweet

BITTERSWEET (A Farewell)

 

This is a letter to all of you, 

 

I want to take this time to say thank you to all of my fans and readers that have read and supported my work up to this point and to those also who have recently come on here and are new to Writings By MCM. This is not a goodbye, but rather a moment to refocus my energies and my work due to other projects and also my evolution. I have gone as far as I can go with Writings By MCM and can no longer contribute in this regard. I have some new and creative ideas I’ve wanted to bring to the table for quite a while and as a true poet and artist, we have to let our light shine and go and flow in the directions that it takes us. I have to be true to myself and to my craft, so therefore holding back anymore or staying stagnated is not what I want nor care to do anymore.  

So, I ask that you stay with me during this transition period and that you will support my new direction and path just as you did with this one here. I’ve been doing this for a very long time and the fire will never burn out, but I lost the fun factor with doing poetry and need to find that part of myself again before continuing on forward. This is not a goodbye, just a moment of reflection as I find the fun again and head into new territory with my poetry. I have evolved so my work must reflect this as well.  

The layout and theme will change, have my own original form of poetry, a new original name and new original style of poetry, along with other creative directions in the future will be coming soon. I will miss Writings By MCM, but at the same time I must evolve and not cheat my own artistic self by not doing so just because of nostalgia or what I’ve been accustomed to doing all of this time. As artists we must allow our own light to shine on this world and life but always be true to ourselves and also to the art.

This very new and poetic direction will continue through this same site just revamped and with a more flowing and creative twist. So, I will be taking a little time off to get all of this ready but I promise all of you that I will return soon. So, stay tuned and much love and peace always!!

P.S. Also as artists I’m sure you understand….And in the meantime, enjoy my huge collection of poetry.

 

Sincerely and dearly, 

As I retire this stage of my life an enter into the next one….

 

Writings By MCM 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

End Of An Era

END OF AN ERA

 

Well the time has come

For me to move it on along

To a new era of my life

Which has evolved

In many ways

Through both darkness and light

For I have come to a point

And a fork in the road

To where I cannot stay

Because it wouldn’t be fair

It wouldn’t be right

To stagnate and wait

Instead of moving forward

And brightening up my light

Even more

Reaching new heights and levels

And further soar

Along in my poetic and artistic

Journey ahead

As destiny has called

I have answered it

And ready for what’s next

That will be better shown than said

Displayed and heard

And not just read

Reciting along with writing

As this side of me

Now needs to retire

So that the new and improved me

Can inspire and take me much higher

As I move the world

Right along with me indeed

Dismissing and waving goodbye

So that the evolution of me

Can proceed and succeed

And becoming

Exactly what I both

Want and need

So, help me

And as I live and breathe

While drawing into me

Even more energy

And a very sound journey

That will only enhance

My poetic legacy

Both now and forever

And boosting my

Artistic endeavors

And drawing to a close

For this truly is

The end of an era

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Narrow Road

THE NARROW ROAD 

 

 
My path to poetry 

And within poetry 

Is a journey with no end 

And a rebel with a cause 

That’s keeps it real 

And never pretends 

But also, not one moment 

That this is on pause 

When it comes to this thing 

Called poetry 

For it has become 

One of the best parts of me 

And from day one 

I couldn’t wait to see 

And was quite ecstatic 

A poetic fanatic 

And exactly where 

It all would go 

And truth be told 

With an avid destiny 

As this poetic path 

Of my life 

Has been on the narrow road 

Straight forward 

And going towards 

The very place and moments in time 

Right where I wanted to be 

As I’m thinking and looking 

Back on creative memories 

While on my poetic grind 

Done with a smile 

And will forever be mine 

With a shout out also 

To all of those that helped 

Push my artistical work along 

Supporting and reading 

Both near and far reaching 

Enjoying and feeding 

Off of my poetic energy 

As many times felt as if 

They were taking the journey 

Right along with me 

In the passenger and back seats 

And couldn’t wait for 

My next poetical feat 

And lyrical feature 

Yet sounding off 

With a roar and purr 

And sending out poetic waves  

At various rates and tones 

With such energy and passion 

As I conduct and construct 

Even more poetical overtures 

Because here I can’t go wrong 

For I just can’t leave it alone 

As poetry has been my comfort 

And second home

Many times, when it was needed most 

And for that I’d like to make a toast 

To the art form that I 

Have loved the most 

As it and I 

Have traveled this world together 

Through the literary 

As many words and lines 

Have been created over time 

The lyrics and rhymes 

And allowing my light 

To bypass glowing 

But rather shine 

Brightly instead 

And being so sublime 

Both inside and outside 

Of my heart and head 

While developing and evolving 

My original and poetically charged 

Writing style 

And been at this for a while 

With many more miles to go 

For what I know 

Is that it is time for 

Further growth 

And to carry this out 

With an evolved poetic flow 

So, I’m just leaving it all out there 

And closing the book 

On this version of  

My poetic show 

For this is my exit 

And final episode 

But will always be in 

My poetic mode 

For you can always catch me 

I suppose 

Staying on and moving on 

To the next destination 

Without any hesitation 

And ready to unload 

Pursuing and traveling along 

As my evolution unfolds 

And will never run out of fuel 

Or oxygen 

As I have journeyed down 

But now going beyond 

The narrow road 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Passionate Poetic Thoughts

PASSIONATE POETIC THOUGHTS

I seek

I sought

I fight

I fought

Both inside and outside

Of my artistic mind

Filled completely to the rim

Of my internal glass

Both now and in times past

With very passionate poetic thoughts

As a poetic individual

That thinks radical and critical

With words and lines

Lyrics and rhymes

Just burning constantly

And fiercely inside

Predicated and dedicated

To my life’s work

And realizing by the day

My own self worth

Reach but never halt

Teach but also taught

The pepper and salt

And the master of my own

Imagination

That gets enhanced through every

Poetic creation

For this world and its issues

Is what I’m constantly facing

And with hope

And through hope

Do some replacing

And partial erasing

All while leaving my mark

At the very same time

With power seen and felt

Through every single

Poetic word and line

And do so in kind

Replay and rewind

While on my poetic grind

And be a poet of the times

With an art and through an art

That always shines

Combines and realign

How it and I

See this world

As I cast a spotlight

Upon it and letting my light

Forever shine

And being my own boss

Always going after what I

Seek and sought

And with every breath

Count the costs

Of this life of mine

And refusing to be confined

By negative labels

As I’m more than capable

And both willing and able

For even I have gained much

Through lessons and loss

For I live for this here

And can see it through these eyes

Each time the poetic gets tossed

As I’m encased and absorbed

And preoccupied with both of

My private and exposed

Passionate poetic thoughts

 

 

In The Middle Of The Field

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIELD 

 

Just standing about out here 

In the middle of this field 

Looking all around 

In deep silence 

And in deep thought 

For it also feels like 

Time itself is standing still 

And just my presence 

Is what I brought 

Here and now 

Yet somehow 

As I look around 

I have both  

A smile and frown 

As my mind is wandering 

And running wild with thoughts 

Of both positive and negative 

And realizing in this very moment 

That this place could easily be 

Somewhere to die but also live 

With a small tear forming 

Within my brown eyes 

And thinking upon a point in time 

Where melanated lives 

Meant nothing here 

But also thought 

Simultaneously 

That this also could have been 

A chance for great growth and pride 

And on the rise 

Right as a light breeze 

And cooled within a few degrees 

Allowed for peace and harmony 

Instead of being on the knees 

So, as I move about here 

I think on this instead 

With bountiful wheat growing  

All around and couldn’t wait 

To be out here again 

But of my own free will 

And growing something else 

Looking back on this later 

And quite proud of myself 

As well as others  

Just like me 

And planting better seeds 

That will one day sprout roots 

For the strongest of trees 

And looking up at the sky 

With my hands and head held high 

And to only One that I yield 

As I bask in the presence and essence 

Of all of this right here 

Along with a sun filled skin and shield 

Standing gladly in the center of

And the in the middle of the field 

 

 

 

A Mere Whisper

A MERE WHISPER 

 

Feeling this world 

All of the time 

Feeling the vibes all around 

Both in the air 

And the ground 

Quietly and with much sound 

Feeling both  

The cries and whimpers 

For I stay connected in ways 

To where these things and more 

Come to me in a mere whisper 

The poor getting poorer 

The rich getting richer 

And calling this chaos order 

Along with some kind of  

Liberty and freedom 

But to do what exactly 

With so many trapped 

In indoctrination  

And subliminal programming 

For I see the world 

For what it truly is 

Because my eyes are open 

And many thoughts reside 

Inside of my mind 

That have gone many times 

Unspoken 

And sometimes feeling 

Helpless and frozen 

To wanting to do more 

As I 

Feel this on the daily 

Definitely and not maybe

And wrestle with the unsavory 

At my very core 

Looking and seeking diligently 

For the things that go unseen 

Hidden and running lean 

Thin instead of thick 

Along with too many  

Games and tricks 

For I’ve truly have had 

Enough of the dumb and asinine 

For if you look in any one corner 

This foolishness you will find 

And messing with my critical mind 

Sometimes 

Oftentimes 

Yet in still 

I refuse to just sit idly by 

As this aims to dim my light 

Instead of shine 

Just hanging around  

Above my head  

Like steady light fixtures 

And being one of those people 

That always see the bigger 

And whole picture 

From being too much around 

All of the things 

That bring 

Disaster constantly 

And not enough 

To be and go about  

Peacefully 

But yet always hoping 

Because I must 

For in man also 

I do not hang my trust 

And to longer be 

Out of sorts 

Or out of touch 

With my spiritual self 

And whole being 

Because people and this world 

Change with the seasons 

And just wishing and praying 

That life was so much simpler 

As I stay connected in ways 

To where these things and more 

Come to me 

And speak to me 

In a mere whisper