Youthful Persuasion

I will go.  

And when I hear my name called,

I will listen.

There is a mysterious cycle in human events.  To some generations much is given.  Of other generations much is expected.  This generation of Americans has a rendezvous with destiny.  ~Franklin D. Roosevelt

When I look back at the year, I am amazed at what this year has brought to my life- a successful ending to one chapter of my book, the beginning of a new adventure in a big city, travels to a couple wonderful cities, starting the journey of a career devoted to public service, and meeting/learning from many of my dance world idols.  

The world’s doors
abound with open hallways.
I take this one and find
adventure.
I take that one and find
peace.
I take another one and find
prosperity.
All is glorious.
All is well.
I open the door,
any door,
Expectantly.

I feel like I am falling up
these days.

Over the tree tops
and up to the stars,

Higher and higher
where not a thing lives,

Except cosmic glory,
and a power larger than I.

-mms

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I feel the lie,
it is everywhere around me
wrapped in a cloak,
shaded in smoke;
it chokes me.
It taunts me;
it holds me;
it pins me to the wall.

I feel the lie,
it stings on my lips,
like the last time we kissed.
It fills the hollow part
inside of me
and shakes me to my bones.
It encapsulates me,
it destroys me.

-mms

——-

I felt the movement
in my tampered heart;
it played tricks on
me all night long.

-mms

I know this something,

but I often forget,

that what dreams may come,

are those that we bravely dare

to dream, if at all.

I laid out into the universe a dream,

and suddenly the keys

are bestowed unto my hand,

into my palm— an open palm.

What dreams might dare to be made true,

are those that we may dare to even let travel.

I gave him $0.50,

a man I did not know,

a human I would exchange only 3 words with;

I hope it helped him,

in any way it could.

*

Tears flood my eyes,

starting for my own sorrows

and heartaches,

and then rising to the bearings of the world.

For people and all our problems,

I hope everything will be alright.

Someday,

I hope.

-mms

I just wanna throw my hair

into the unharnessed wind,

and let the sun melt the

make-up off of my

tan-kissed face.  I wanna

put on that old tattered

floral dress and slip on my

shiny, pointy toe boots. 

I want to get in the

white convertible vrooming car

and zip out west to a place

where we can both live happy.

A poem…

The weight sinks down as if it is an anchor on its way to the deepest canyon in the ocean. A rumble and gurgle roll through the empty. I am enitrely here by no desire of my own. It is an emotion that above all else has chosen me. It holds my wrists with wrath and engulfs my lungs unforgivingly. I seize the moment that is here with great priority. In time a light will fill, yet again, the extraordinarilly deep dark splace.

It’s amazing what I can accomplish in a short amount of time when I just act and stop pondering the “what if’s.”  Just amazing.  And it’s amazing what I will do when I stop worrying about my ego, or about someone saying “no” to me.  If I just act… it’s so much more productive.

Let go of your inhabitions and reach for the farthest planet away.
Jump into the sky and let the stratosphere grab you.
Go get your dreams that sit upon high top stars.
Be the shining beacon that you were meant to be.
Be the shining, glorious person you already are.

I ask myself as the confetti flies

what is it that never dies?

Good spirit or great charm?

Pretention or never causing harm?

I ask myself what dreams are made of

and the response is “only of love.”

I ask myself what I want now,

to be a scientist, a gaurdian, or a sow?

I want great adventure and tokens

of a life lived unhampered by being broken.

To taste the visions I once had-

not trying will just drive me mad.