Time

It's all about time......how much time do you have left......no time like the present to take the time.....time flies........the time is ripe........make the time......time is fleeting......keep track of time....mind the time....waste some time....just in time.....have the time of your life.....all in good time....call time.....time out...... on borrowed time.....it's high time.....time is money.......when the time is right..... Right place, wrong time.....Two time....keep time.......buy time......the sands of time....bide your time......the big time.......full time, part time.......time and a half.....time off......doing time....time served.......ahead of the times......behind the times......long time, no see.....start the timer....as time goes by......your timing is impeccable.......time will tell.....time marches on.....time comes to a standstill.......once upon a time.......prime time........a stitch in time........time heals all wounds.......hard time......kill time......call time.....crunch time.......on company time.....the test of time.....time is money.....spare time.......downtime....times running.....timeless......one day at a time......lost track of time......pass the time........it's high time......for the time being......time on your hands......in a timely manner.....take your time....time is on your side.......timing is everything....what time is it?.....be on time.......ain't nobody got time for that.....spare time.....a question of time......in the nick of time.....from time to time....and time and time again.....time flies.......watch the time.....pressed for time....a race against time....no time to lose......keep time.....overtime......before your time......out of time........times up....too much time on my hands ~©MCM 2014

Such sparkling stars on a blackened timeless sky, like a quilt of the millennium....each star having leant itself to twinkling through myth and fiction and folklore. The beauty.....No wonder man has looked up in awe and created fantastic scenarios to explain just why the stars shine and who they represent. gods and magical beings. And together create hunters and archers and crabs. The same stars shone on the unfinished pyramids as as on the dinosaurs as on the primordial lava churn. And tonight they look down upon me......and they chuckle. To think this insignificant human would dare to think herself special. Oh, but I am. Such a magnificent world I get to inhabit. Shine on! ~MCM ©2014

Reaching up into the heavens, I pull the blind down to shut away the sun. My eyes prefer the darkness where conversations blur at the end of evenings, when secrets tumble from the lips like spit. ~ MCM 2014

The sun comes up over the mist-shrouded mountain as the purple-crayoned sky drips into my orange juice, conjuring up a shit green pallette. It is morning......I think it's good.

Thoughts on the ride home...........So at the close of the day as the journey draws to an end, the question remains 'just how does one allow themself to lose touch when connections are so crucial to the human condition?' In all the celebration and pleasantries of the return to ones own lost family, is there the slightest flash of anger, of resentment for all that was missed, all that was left behind? In between all the 'ive missed you, ive loved you all these years, a sight for sore eyes, ive thought of you often' is there the hurt of abandonment, of one 'choosing' busyness over the effort of connection? And late in the evening as a stack of laminated wake cards is pulled out of a drawer, shocking in the sheer size of the pile, perhaps as many as 100 or more, of all the family members who have passed over in the 30 years that have elapsed, this cousin, that grandfather, that child and we sit around a beaten beer can strewn kitchen table weathered by all the years of tragedies, drinking cold ones while the prodigal son expresses condolences for those who he has memories of and those he never even knew existed, my sister turns to me and whispers about the absurdity of it all. And I agree. And now we head on back down the New York State Thruway, knowing that sometime in the future the phone will ring and there will be funerals to attend and we will carry on the family business of comforting the living and burying our dead. And I will hope that one old man found the contrition and absolution and the comfort of acceptance he was after, hoping he will stay in touch now. Family is more than photographs and memories, it is hearts and souls and hands reaching out to connect. Hold on tight people. Dont let go. So important. So damn important.

What the fuck?, she asked as she stepped into my head. I never intended to answer her. I had no motivation, no pursuit in life except to live in the moment, to feel each second ticking off as I took my next breath. Slowly my lungs filled and for just an instant the world stopped spinning, gravity was all but lost and I was thrown through time and space, slamming into the concrete wall of reality. To think that I have been sober in my most thought provoking moments. How can my collective consciousness depend on my intellect awakening the monster that I mostly choose not to acknowledge exists? We are each the product of our own circus of experiences, even those we choose not to remember. What the fuck? I asked, returning the vulgarity as if a favor. Why the fuck do you think its okay for you to invade my thoughts? For you to stomp your feet and hold my memories hostage within a tattered scrapbook of bullshit laden black and white photographs. Shall I keep a civil tongue about me while you pull out your well-honed dagger and ask me to turn around to give you my back? Its time for a drink, I muttered. Something that will give me the courage I need to scratch out her eyes. Perhaps a double served up neat. The battle will ensue shortly. The night is too fleeting and for all my bravado, I am afraid. ~MCM ©2014

There is no god in heaven, No devil wearing shoes
Just misguided dollars being thrown fast at the ruse.
The collar's just a costume, the crusades are almost lost
And beheadings are on Utube at a mighty heady cost
we keep driving bentleys, pumping gas tanks full of gold
watching porn on laptops while sex slaves are being sold
Gay marriage at the forefront while gay kids are being killed
pot is just a scapegoat while big pharma's highly thrilled
Yep there's an app for that, but nothing ever satisfies
Politicians blow smoke up your ass, fill your head with lies
Seems nobody really cares unless they're making bucks
And me I'm writing song lyrics to a score that I know sucks
Nobodies ever gonna listen, never gonna walk the walk
people love to bitch and moan just to hear themselves talk
So we all turn off the tvs so we don't have to hear the news
And Leonard Cohen keeps on singing something about the blues
We take care of our animals and then turn our blinded eyes
Just like the Germans did when the ashes filled the skies.
pretend we don't see the truth, we don't smell the smell
The devils ensconced in heaven, fallen angels ruling hell
morals wax nostalgic in a world where right is wrong
And I just keep on writing another top ten song.
~MCM ©2014