as the sun sets and the day draws to a close night stealthily creeps across the land like a plague inexorably it slowly advances without remit or thought one thing slowly becomes another light fades to shadow darkness follows shortly afterwards many become few few become one in the unfolding of night shadows blur the lines that merge into silky blackness enfolding all in its path night becomes one
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
we don’t live her anymore we have since moved on the vacant and to let signs are posted we have no forwarding address we have moved on to another place to call home we are following in the footsteps of our ancestors and yours! they were welcomed with open arms we welcomed them with open arms why do we find the doors closed and signs saying move along nothing to see or do here no place for the refugee, the immigrant no place for those who look different no place for a fellow human being our home becomes the street the tented shelter we don’t live anywhere anymore we have no where to call home so alone
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
what is your pH are you in the Zen or are you just being acidic breath in breath out feel the symmetry of your inner diffusion we could always be in an osmotic state where we spontaneously move to be in balance when we automatically randomly intermingle to find our Zen state the law of henry should be our mantra balance the small stuff, and the big stuff aligns Balance Ying Yang the words that make the Zen go round all of life needs to finds its fulcrum including cellular life as they say in life it’s the small things that matter or is it the matter in the small stuff Find your Zen explore your inner chemistry wear your No. 7 number with pride find your inner balance maybe you will then be in your Zen
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
My goal is to have about 50 poems by year end and then publish the best in an anthology with a short back story to the history/journey it took me to write the poem, and what/where or how I was inspired. Some of them are deeply personal, others are from my past and some are just diatribes about life, the world and all the shit going down . It is amazing how writing in different styles stretches my mind and also how some poems just fly out in machine gun staccato burst and others have to be dragged out over a day or two. Thanks for the feedback and I do hope you are enjoying taking this journey with me, I cant say its always fun, but the thoughts and inspiration sometimes take on their own life and just have to be written.
the battle of life rages on as it has since Cain killed Abel sides are picked weapons are chosen the games dictated by others has begun friends become enemies become friends battles are won and lost mountains are gained and valleys are lost lives are lost for inches and feet leaders spill the blood of others never of their kin or own living or dying in the trenches of life and war in the mix and mess of the trenches we all become equal blood mixes with the soil and the soul in the depths of the dark decisions made can be unmade enemies can become friends who is to say that this life is not precious who can be so bold as to let others suffer for an ideal whilst they wallow in the comfort of their lies sides picked can be unpicked the enemy of my leader does not have to be my enemy decisions made on high can be undone on low when we look into the eyes of our enemy we see but ourselves staring back at us in pity and fear as we gaze into the thousand-yard stare let us see more than the abyss staring back at us as your thumb cocks the hammer as your finger squeezes the trigger as your fist pulls back as your knife is about to plunge first gaze into the mirror of his eyes to see yourself staring back the dignity of living must become the new normal enemies can become friends friends and enemies all long for the same to be able to die at a time and place that they have chosen not chosen for them through lies and deceit as a new day dawns young men should no longer fight the battles of the old men
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
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