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
hope arises from a distant past barrenness becomes imperfect storm drought becomes flood passions spring forth engaging in a lust-filled union the expectation of hope is laid bringing with it change pain, discomfort, hope change forcefully thrust onto the unwitting the chaos of evolution darkness waits with expectation the challenge of darkness as hopes journey begins moving from the confines of darkness down the path to the light the waiting hand of light beckons dragging hope to into its arms moving from the known to the unknown hope emerges with a scream it rents the veil of darkness darkness gives birth to a frail hope light enfolds hope in its warm embrace hope like victory is helpless at birth it has emerged into a world fraught with despair pushed out into the world to face life’s challenges history replaces amnesia history is hopes foundation futures are built on memories foundation life is sustained by history’s past the future is moulded by past scribes seasons come and go barren winters pass always followed by springs new life hope always springs eternal from the darkness of winter hope is risky hope is trust onto an uncertain future the belief in the impossible making the improbable possible prepared to face loss, disappointment, betrayal chaos order evolution all merge into the revolution of an emerging fading hope what are we left with but this inscrutable darkness which is our future past this inescapable darkness of new life from a future past the last gasp of hope has not been born yet hope is victory wrenched from darkness’s grasp claim your moment of paradise and then ONWARD
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
My creative genie has been stuck in the bottle for awhile, but lately I have been doing some rubbing and its starting to emerge and unravel. Reading has been my refuge during this period, Have been diving back into doing some reading to whip up my creative juices, and have discovered a few exciting poets (Wislawa Szymborska) … and also been rereading some of my classics. TS Elliots “Wastleland” and the writings of Rebecca Solnit have been the nudge I needed to get me going again.
Been working on (IMO) a epic poem which for now; is called: The Birth of Hope … it so far runs to 8 stanzas and there is still more to write, plus I have a few more ideas/drafts/one-liners that have bubbled to the surface. My ideas journal is a spiders crawl of ink …
I leave you with this thought that has emerged from my mind today whilst flying to work ..
the last gasp of hope is still to be born push on for the rebirth
the embryonic morning sun peeps hesitantly over the mountain slowly it crawls forth to emerge escaping from the grasp of night’s pupae radiant kaleidoscope wings gently emerge the new day creeps forward pushing back the night day emerges, languidly stretching out offering itself to those in need who have passions to be sated new dawn brings new promises the intended gift of new passions the impatient subimago fidgets unable to fully relish the gift further unfurling wings expose more of the vivid rainbow only when the imago finally emerges can the passions be fully unveiled totally releasing the new day mornings passion breaks forth in full colour imago is now ready, waiting, eager fully active, totally passionate unfurling, opened, spread to full imago releasing new passions, to be desired the new day can now be fully devoured let us engorge ourselves on the alter of unfurled passions
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
be brave, be bold challenge convention embrace the darkness do this and become whole wiser, more effective learn to harness the dark arts use the darkness constructively find happiness in your dark side take risks, take the plunge dive in and enjoy the risk revel in the darkness relish the pain allow pain to become your friend receive the biological pain messages change your behaviour right now feel the burn, release the endorphins the messenger has arrived feed your creativity channel the dark arts push life to the extremes find the balance open the door to your dark side be introduced, welcome it with open arms challenge your addiction to comfort suppressing the dark side limits our ability to experience happiness push the opposite end of the spectrum do not fear the darkness welcome it, challenge it investigate it the messenger after all has arrived to tell us something are you willing to listen?
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
A friend from the twittersphere, @nikkiejanee1972, posted a song lyric with an interesting picture, the image raised many thoughts, ideas and emotions. After a few back and forth tweets, the challenge was laid down, to write a poem about the picture. This is what came out of looking at that photo. I have once again dipped into the music and words of my muses, the image is the one above.
the rollin’ and tumblin’ fog fast approaches the moon out in space cannot see as mist drifts over its face the day becomes night the night is filled with shadows the early doom fast approaches muted misty sounds drift hither, thither and wither her dress reaches out as she spins round twirling, seeking twin distant orbs burn holes in the mist the portal etched into the road becomes visible a guttural grunt, bark, or cough reaches out and grabs your spine in the damp chill your hair clings to your neck Cthulhu roars the bloated corpulence of his writhing body slowly emerges you are lost in a timeless fog refusing to be driven insane by gazing on the monstrosity are you not already dreaming of R'lyeh how does it feel to be so alone, with nowhere to roam any day now the fog will lift and the night will end truth will be revealed as the fog is clawed back worldwide insanity and mindless violence finally displacing humanity forever or just a dream, within a dream the landscape slowly claws back the light gleaming in the golden light of dawn what does it bring death and destruction or coffee
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
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