there is life is everywhere it exists, and always has in all that we see there is life even in death, there is life it is light, pushing darkness back fighting those that rail against it in the most unimaginable places life claws out an existence life like hope is the eternal spring that we all desire to sate our thirst long may the well overflow with a never ending river of life
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
the sky is as empty as my life a vast unfathomable emptiness charting a path through the maze of nothingness searching for the piece of the puzzle that is missing my heart demands the puzzle to be complete it yearns for the picture to be made whole only then can the bleeding stop in a bed with an empty pillow next to me I dream of my missing puzzle piece of the one who holds my heart so sad that what we do to survive can make the puzzle incomplete I asked myself in my dream; so why do I do it? dreams like puzzles are riddled with missing pieces the one piece I need is within my grasp it comes to me all alone it means so much to me the piece, the puzzle, my beloved completing the picture bringing me full circle to completion serenity peace
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
we open the door but no one comes in but we must always be wiling to leave the door open for those with wanderlust to enter or those with questions to exit the door to the dark enter from the dark to the light or exit out into the dark either way we can always while waiting sip from the chalice at the portal knowledge brings light to the darkness making the unknown known the artist ventures out into the dark through the open door to measure the unseen to tell the story of the unknown the open door leads out to all that is not yet known we can get lost out there in the vastness and strangeness of the dark although we can also find harmony those with wanderlust can become anyone or no one the door is always open if we can find our way back as the solitary aspect of getting lost is enticing mystery becomes our compass we become like Dante traversing jumping to hell and back to find ourselves back in paradise at the open door always be willing to leave a door open peace could enter unannounced future redemption could even enter or we could exit on another enticing journey getting lost on a quest for questions questions that might not have answers what then comes first? the question, the answer or the intention?
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
why this? why that? tell me more always asking questioning, searching relentless and restless answers never bring closure but only lead to more questions oh this perpetual curse of the why it’s a never-ending journey the next why leads to the next will it ever end? the see-saw of life back and forth relentless like the wind and the waves always battering at my minds doorway it is never still neither my mind nor the wind and waves I think not even at death when my ashes are to to be cast into the wind and waves they will for all eternity be battering at someone’s doorway
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
my finger is on the trigger the needle is in the vein my blood is on my hands my soul is in disarray my dreams are littered with death the smells soak my dreams drenching my bed sheets awakening, bound in linen and sweet in the distance I see fields littered with red poppies drooping, dripping in the morning mist bending with the weight of the unknown mortality waits at every turn the knife blade glints in the morning dew the bare wrist looks inviting as the knife slides silently into its sheath the red mist clears the sun breaks through the clouds my soul is in my hands the red poppies look beautiful this morning
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
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