Reflection 2.0

Posted on January 29, 2022 Posted in PoemsTagged away, best, blog, boy, break, breaking, can, create, creative, days, deep, doing, emerging, expression, eyes, fear, few, free, gaze, hopeful, impossible, inyourdreams, JMACTHEDREAM, journal, knowing, Life, looking, memories, mirror, moments, mouth, myself, nothing, pnw, Poems, poet, poetry, positive, questions, Reflection, remember, rhyme, see, seeing, step, stories, story, studying, told, trying, upcoming, verse, write, writer, writing, written, youthLeave a comment

I walk past a mirror,
and I stop in my tracks.
I look deep into my own
eyes and see a boy who
does what he can, a boy
making it work, despite
the absence of light.
I look into my eyes and
see a boy looking for
answers to impossible
questions. I am looking
at a boy doing his best
to remedy devastation.
I can’t tell if I am seeing
my own reflection or
that my reflection is
seeing me. I look a few
moments longer, studying
my face and its history.
There is a story to be told
in each smile and frown.
Before I break my gaze,
I remember all my days.
I wave to my reflection
and walk away from
the mirror, knowing
I have nothing to fear.

The Name Game

Posted on June 2, 2021 Posted in PoemsTagged become, being, blog, chnages, condition, creative writing, eager, ego, everyone, Feelings, free, game, Help, human, identity, introspection, jesse, JMACTHEDREAM, journal, learning, Life, Love, loved, mcdaniel, myself, name, Poems, Poems, poet, poetry, poets, remember, self, verse, writer, writes, writing, writtenLeave a comment

Just another name:
More of the same.
A life to be lived.
Chances I take.

To be me is to be
Here. Being myself:
Eager to become.

Death to my ego.
Remember when.
Everyone changes.
And life goes on.
Me? I will, too.

Wasting Away

Posted on May 18, 2021 Posted in PoemsTagged alone, away, better, blog, build, bullet, by, bye, candle, car, concerns, days, deeper, digest, diving, drive, face, facing, feeling, Feelings, fly, for, gone, hurt, jessemcdaniel, JMACTHEDREAM, journal, learned, Life, literary, longing, looking, lot, meotions, misplaced, myself, new, overcome, parking, Poems, Poems, poet, poetry, push, questioning, questions, rise, road, shot, spins, stress, struggle, surface, the, through, to, top, Up, verse, wanting, wash, Washington, wast, wasting, wonder, world, write, writer, writers, writing, written, yearn5 Comments

Days fly, and they don’t
say “hi!” or wave “bye!”
Days fade as memories
are made. No time to be
afraid. The world turns
just how a candle burns.
None of that concerns
me. I try my best to feel
blessed – to digest stress.
I try not to waste away,
but I must have my rest.
Like a car sitting alone
in an empty parking lot:
Sometimes, I’m all I got.
I am the bullet being shot.
Will I hurt or help? Die
or try? Crawl or Fly?
Should I wonder why?
Do I fall or do I rise?
Either way, I wont waste
time easily misplaced.
I choose to face the day
instead of wasting away.

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.

The Spiral

Posted on April 14, 2021 Posted in PoemsTagged bad, balance, blog, break, choose, circle, continue, control, create, creating, creative, creativewriting, creator, cycle, destiny, dividing, evil, fall, fate, Good, hate, jesse, JMACTHEDREAM, journal, land, lawful, laws, line, Love, make, mcdaniel, middle, new, nice, of, peace, people, perfect, Poems, Poems, poet, poetry, regardless, repealed, right, spins, spiral, standing, the, thin, verse, war, writer, writes, writing, written, wrong, yang, yin1 Comment

There are those who make laws
and those who break laws.
There are those who fall
in the middle: standing on
the thin line dividing the two.
Laws are made – and broke:
changed – rearranged -repealed.
There is man’s law, and there is
God’s law. The law of the land,
the law of attraction, the law
of inertia, or the law of cause
and effect are just some laws
in place to keep all life safe.
Both sides of the law form
a perfect circle: a cycle of sorts
that will continue to spiral.
Good will always be at war
with evil, and love will always
fight hate. Destiny will always
challenge fate. Lawmakers
will always need lawbreakers.
The vicious cycle goes full circle
regardless of the side we choose.

IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY

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