Shattered and Drawn

love gone to waste

lost never to be replaced

myriad shattered reflections

broken and lost connections



ice bullets, cutting straight and true

turning all my tears to blue

strewn with guilt

enfolding me with its emotional quilt



that jig-saw visage

reflecting through the passage

of a shattered past

stares back as one outcast



futility of anguished tears

failing to wash away the fears

leaving in its wake

one battered, bruised

shattered and drawn

© 2018 michael d emmerich

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New Seasons

the shadow of beauty is regret

as we lose today

we gain tomorrow

for in sleep

we break the chains

that bind us to yesterday

we awaken unbound and unfettered

to our winter past

emerging into a new spring

bursting to blossom
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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My Poetry is …..

neither a shout

nor a scream

not a whimper

or a whisper

….....

but an eruption

of emotion

from within

….......

once released

it plots its own path

and passion

towards darkness

or light
...

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Eclipsing Life

eclipses of life

dramatic chaotic tempestuous moments

barely noticeable subtle changes

rolling storm clouds gather ahead

and then, we awaken in a sea of fog



in the penumbra we patiently wait

structural integrity retained

 loss of function noted

salvaging what we can

slowly our faculties improve



healing slowly commences

the gray fades to light

the darkened hypoxic veil lifts

returning senses, inducing pain

bringing clarity to intermediate minds

……..

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Subterranean Lullaby


pitter patter of tiny feet

rat-a-tat of bullets ripping sheets

orange spears of flickering candles

casting opaque shadows on strips of flannel

digging deeper, ripping up the dirt

slowly covering holes in the shirt



the man in the long black coat

stands unsteadily at the edge of the moat

doing his best not to gloat

as the sand, cascades down all around the sacrificial goat

as its ripped bleeding throat

drains over the distended belly, as it bloats



swallowed up consumed by this world

in the belly of the beast all curled

buried in the grave, six feet under

as the veil is rent asunder

silver coins glinting on the eyes, all bright

weeping silver teardrops, in the watery moonlight

© 2018 Michael D Emmerich

 

The Man In The Long Black Coat

First Music Review is Live

My First Music Review is up and live on LTTL – Lera Lynn Review – pop over, have a read and tell me your thoughts. I must say writing an album review was much harder than I thought ….

If there are any musicians out there who would like me to review their new music and upload to Listening Through The Lens please drop me a mail or let me know in the comments section below. The Site owners of LTTL have kindly allowed me to review new music from South Africa .. standing by for your new music 🙂

So pop over and read the review of:

LERA LYNN – PLAYS WELL WITH OTHERS

My favourite song is track two – “Lose Myself” with John Paul White.

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A New Writing Adventure Begins …

I am embarking on another new and exciting writing adventure. I will now be writing for Listening Through The Lens – a music site designed to promote and support roots music and performers – anything alt. country, bluegrass, soul, funk, gospel, Americana, folk or blues.

My first article will be posted this week and I will be sent (on an ongoing basis) new music to listen to and then review, how cool is that … The first review will be live by mid August, so settle back and enjoy this new journey in my ongoing quest … to just write.

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Paradise Unbound

lost in the mist of my own creation

contemplating the monster lurking in the belly of the creator

as we breath life into the monster

should we stop and let it remain dormant?

this fire burning in one’s belly

resentful of life being breathed into it



a fearful creator recoiling from his own creation

at the risk of overreaching, with its unintended consequences

alone, lost, created to be alone

and dying a lonely death

this mind of mine has its own mind

making heaven from hell and hell from heaven



finding the courage to carve my own path

casting aside icons and sacred cows

shattering this hierarchy of angel’s, demons and beasts

a conspiracy betwixt my somnambulance

and a familiar beast that man hath named

who for now, shall go by another name



my candle flickering almost to extinction, while buffeted by the wind

distressed at the thought of losing one’s dream

of a dream within a dream

my only thought was to one in paradise

and clouds on empty skies and not a care

whilst lost in the midst of my own mist

© 2018 Michael D Emmerich

Inspiration Comes Knocking

It came knocking and I opened the door and welcomed it with open arms. Inspiration brought friends, as I have been diving into the classics of late; Milton, Shelley, Poe, Goethe and then the music of Carl Orff and the more recent music of Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan and The Alan Parsons Project. From this mish-mash, has come a torrent of thoughts, ideas, annotations and my ideas Journal is looking very busy and messy these past few days … 🙂

I am putting the finishing touches to a few poems and I am for the first time in awhile excited about this new work that I am putting out, it is (IMO) quite a different style of writing …

So watch this space … it might be a busy few days/weeks that lie ahead, plus I have a few pressing editorial deadlines :O

Voices

Sitting alone on a remote site, in my small tent for the night, cold outside. No contact all alone, after a while it gets a tad claustrophobic, no matter how wide the horizon.

 

voices, I hear voices

who is that

that still small voice

sounds so familiar

oh, it’s just me



starting to sound distant

I’ll just keep calling

hoping against hope

that the door opens

to where?



at last it opens

but wait, there is no one there

that still small voice

chasing me away

saying begone



no solace

walls close in

horizon stretches beyond

longing for contact

 that human touch

at last

….

oh, it’s just me


© 2018 Michael D Emmerich