My Space

travelling into my space

the road less travelled

it’s better this way

dipping in and out

not to live

just to visit

it can be a scary process

discovering what lies beneath

in my space

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Defining Self

the present is a construct of the past

every breath we have taken

is the sum of who we are

that past we remember

does it affect our present?

does forgetting cleanse our slate?



are we bound by the rattling cold chains

that bind us to as distant memory?

does time eventually conquer us?

are we only doomed to repeat history

if we remember it?



the constant past that never leaves

is it a blessing or a curse?

do moments give birth to new moments?

or are they transformed

into the next state of flux



that clean slate of the now

is ready

redefine the now

using yesterday’s palette

paint a new tomorrow

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Certainty

inspiration, that which

born from not knowing

drives us to discover

to tackle the uncertain

in the hope that certainty arrives



grasping at the uncertainty of life

pushes us to embrace that continuum

of not knowing

if or when certainty will arrive

but arrive it will



turning the unknown

into the known

that empty canvas

into the most majestic sunrise

on a glorious new day

flush with new discoveries

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Drowning in Lust

A poem written after being away from my love for 3 months, and am now finally heading home … 🙂

a trail of discarded clothes

leads to a pit of desire

primal urges released

tenderness and lust

a little bit of animal

is exposed



conflicting emotions

tender caresses

unleashing

sweat, tears, yearning

and savagery

bitten by love



drowning in our love

as I drink of you

sated yet still hungry

drenched in love

and lust

we sleep

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Mist of War

red mist glazes over

it’s to dark to see

the eyes glaze over

into that 1000 yard stare



darkness draws nigh

the veil is torn

the pathway opens

yes, I have seen the world

but not sure which



darkness draws nigh

I am coming

not one second to soon

as the tragedy

of history repeats itself

© 2017 michael d emmerich