Down the Road

Posted on January 13, 2022January 15, 2022 Posted in PoemsTagged away, bird, birds, blog, burn, can, chirping, chose, create, creative, dawn, days, dirt, down, free, front, gone, gravel, grow, growing, grows, i'll, impossible, in, inyourdreams, JMACTHEDREAM, journal, knew, Life, moving, now, place, poem, Poems, Poems, poet, poetry, poets, possible, prose, race, rhyme, road, roads, roughest, shoots, space, stay, street, sun, take, the, through, Up, verse, Washington, website, where, write, writer, writes, writing, wroteLeave a comment

I see flowers growing
down the road. I see
them shooting through
the concrete. Under
my feet isn’t a street;
it’s a dirt road only
the roughest feet know.
I hear birds chirping
down the road. I see
the sun shoot rays
down the road. Now,
I stay in place, as I
take up space. I see
what could possibly be
in front of me. Down
the road is where I’ll go.

Stuck in Space

Posted on January 9, 2022 Posted in PoemsTagged above, another, away, blog, clouds, create, creative, dark, earth, emotions, face, far, float, floating, free, freeverse, galaxy, hate, helping, Inside, journal, land, Life, lost, Love, mental, moon, nasa, no, place, planets, Poems, poet, poetry, prose, read, rhyme, sealand, seen, side, soon, spacesuit, Stars, support, the, view, way, weekly, write, writer, writing4 Comments

No way of getting home,
I float endlessly throughout
the vast galaxy. I see nothing
but stars and planets. Human
life seems to be so far away.
I can’t be the only one inside
this place. There should be
another face, but that’s not
the case. My spacesuit and I
hover over sea and land.
I’ve seen the dark side
of the moon far too soon.
It’s a beautiful view above.
It’s not something that I love,
but it’s not something I hate.
It is me: stuck in space
with many moons to face.

Hourglasses

Posted on July 4, 2021 Posted in PoemsTagged appreciate, blog, by, clock, create, creative, creativewriting, day, days, enjoy, fast, freeverse, grains, hands, hourglass, hours, jesse, JMACTHEDREAM, journal, learning, lessons, Life, living, Love, mcdaniel, minute, moment, passing, place, Poems, Poems, poet, poetry, sand, slipping, slow, space, stay, staying, through, time, understand, verse, write, writer, writingLeave a comment

The sands of time fall through
the hands of time. Hours, minutes,
and seconds rain from above
and shower clocks with love.
Each grain that slips through
is a day… maybe two. The grains
can be blue, black, grey, or green.
Every second that will pass
will do so fast. Every minute
will sink as the timeline shrinks.
Check your hourglass and see
what time is left. Stay calm –
dump some sand in your palm.
Lend me both of your hands;
let us stay still as we fill
space in this mysterious place.

Still Here

Posted on May 9, 2021 Posted in PoemsTagged alive, alot, awareness, believe, best, bound, create, creative, creator, doing, early, energy, ever, fear, forwns, found, free, frown, give, grow, growing, health, here, jesse, JMACTHEDREAM, journey, learn, learning, Life, living, Love, means, mental, month, pain, place, places, plan, planning, Poems, Poems, poet, poetry, poets, positive, stanza, still, trees, verse, Vibes, ways, write, writer, writing, years3 Comments

I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here; fear
has left me. Time has blessed
me. Another year: I’m still here.

Through struggle, I have found
a common ground. I’m bound
to turn around every frown:
to return all stolen crowns.

Here, I am, still finding me,
doing my best to finally see
what it means to sails seas
and to grow tall with trees.

Through all the pain, I start
a journey of learning. I wish
to know all the places to go:
every single place to know.

I’m still here: I plan to live
a life that only I can give.

Take Me

Posted on April 29, 2021 Posted in PoemsTagged blog, breathe, clearly, closer, create, creative, creativewriting, cure, dub, free, freedom, Good, heals, heavy, hurry, jesse, JMACTHEDREAM, journal, listen, listening, mcdaniel, meditation, music, pain, place, play, Poems, Poems, poet, poetry, positive, prose, Rasta, real, reggae, reverb, see, speakers, spiral, sunshine, sway, take, taking, to, Vibes, vibrations, wash, worry, write, writer, writes, writing, written, yourselfLeave a comment

Take me home: the place I love.
Let the positive vibrations take
me away. Let the rhythm solve
my problems. Take me into
your place of refuge. Take me
to a distant place: a foreign land.
If you can, take me by the hand.
Take me, and teach me about
life, love, forgiveness, and truth.
Reggae, stay; continue to play.
Take me closer to myself –
I could use your guidance.
The waves of sound wash
away the worry: no hurry.
I can breathe and clearly see
the place you wish to take me.

IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY

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