As I lay dying, I heard excited voices discussing my impending arrival; over the screams and panting of my mother in labour …
Daily thoughts
Paper or Kindle
I just love books…. Have so many on my shelf still needing to be red
But I keep buying
Have files of Kindle books, and I also keep buying
It must be an addiction 🙂
I so love the smell of new and old books, love turning the page
Its kinda exciting and old school
The Kindle is more practical when I travel
But I still travel with books, nothing beats having a book on your bedside table
I think it makes me think of home, or maybe brings home to my destination
What are your thoughts and preferences?
Kindle books? (iPad or Kindle?)
Books? (hard cover versus soft cover?)
And do you buy large hard cover coffee table books?
I do … love turning the pages of those large hard covers
The Arrogance of Entitlement
have we moved from the age of aquarius to the age of narcissus has the arrogance of entitlement led us down the garden path of hopelessness the era of violence by web post faceless nameless aggression all in the pursuit of their ideology  the entitled with their economic superiority need to learn to bite their tongue in the presence of those with smaller bank balances lording ones perceived elevated status at best lowers your intellectual status at worst it negates your work and the work of those with less arrogance  why should a healthy bank balance come with a condescending attitude economic might does equate to being right arrogance brings a sense of entitlement in the person more than actual entitlement  we are left with the audacity of hope in the presence of arrogance entitlement should not usurp our history let peace be our guide as we chart our way through the islands of arrogance
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
The Silent Observer
standing alone in a crowd watching waiting looking listening learning the crowd is unsure silence and observation intimidates the watched need to reserve judgement take solace in the fact that as the observed they are learning observing to write learning to observe learning from observing thankful to the observed for the lessons learnt our internal observer pushes us forward driving us towards new horizons calling us to new challenges but judging harshly when we fall short never be scared to stand alone in the crowded silence of your mind
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
The Naming of Humans (A Cats Perspective)
how it came to be that cats gave names to humans is very much a mystery, littered with rumour and intrigue for as we have named cats they have in turn named themselves and then they named us their lowly servants who have worshipped them for generations legends allude as to how this came to be but truth be told it is lost in the mists of time in the fjords of Norway Luonnotar the Norse goddess of the earth gave life to this naming process when she gave birth to the world the process is shrouded in secrecy and cat logic and remains largely unknown in the human world (cat logic and the naming process) our primary name is based largely on geographical location and physical appearance so other cats can understand where we fit into their world my primary cat name I have been told is grayman culsac and my wife’s is fairy goddess culsac then there is that name that your cat has for you the secret name that only your cats know no amount of scratches rubs or treats will extract it from kitty but the myths do speak of the secret cat nip recipe but no more of that as I am being given the cats eye so when you next notice your cat in quiet contemplation casting a knowing half opened eye in your direction know that kitty is quietly considering if your secret name is still as apt as it was when kitty first wrapped you around his gracefully extended paw horror of horrors if your secret name is no longer valid for the heavens would open up and swallow you Luonnotar would regurgitate you like a hairball again and again until you become the crazy cat person your kitty desires in every crazy cat person’s history lies at least one hairball reincarnation so when you next notice kitty gazing at you for longer than usual best you scurry over with treats or scratches far be it for you to incur the wrath of the cat gods or as they would say in ancient Egypt Bastet got your tongue (busted or bastard) your choice
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
The Seduction Arcade
welcome back my friends to the show that never ends the curve of your neck the sound of your name the arch of your back and hints of flesh the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the red of your heartbeat the smell of the sheets imprints in the bed footprints in the sand the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade whispers in the air the touch of your tongue the heat of your skin silk in your hair the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade water on your skin lace across your body leather and feathers the textures arouse the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the colours of lust the setting sun the eclipse of your heart and tears on your cheeks the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the rise of your breasts the mist of your breath like mist on the moors it doesn't have to make sense still you turn me on the beat of your heart, continues the seduction arcade
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
Writing Your Future
imagine if you will that your life lies before you your future beckons calling you from the future the authors pen is poised the story must be written stories come to life the pen starts to trace its path the paper is clear and uncharted the writer is yet to discover the number of pages or how much ink is required JUST BELIEVE the journey must begin the pen starts its journey scratching out a path the pages fill up with ink, smudges, corrections some chapters are rewritten the story must be told it is a relentless plot twisting and turning across uncharted pages JUST Â BELIEVE you are both writer and chief protagonist you are the master of both its content .... and it's ending STILL BELIEVING
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
Comfortable Sans Masque
your mask is slipping your slip is showing your many masks slowly fall away the presence of your beloved lovingly liberates the masque's the many layers enfolding one slowly peel away like the layers of an onion as the onion is degloved tears are its byproduct so to with us.... the many masks bring tears and pain as some masks are ripped off like a too soon scab the scars they leave over time become badges worn comfortably at times with pride the comfort of our new skin allows us to look fondly upon the discarded masques when we gaze into the mirror the face that looks back becomes more recognisable more loved by the ego and the beloved
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
The Banality of Corporate Deceit
values, ethics, morals are left in tatters
conveniently sacrificed on the alter of economic greed
moral responsibility is abdicated in fiscal matters
bruised and cast aside for their misdeeds
it's not me, just following orders
it's not my department
I was just the warder
its all in separate compartments
careers built on careerism and obedience
orders coming from persons above
no regard for others, expedience
non ideological, and no thought of the actions thereof
as good as saying the devil made me do it
its gods will
the cry of the uncaring hypocrite
is enough to give the victim a chill
as the the chorus beats its drum
and the new song cuts to the core
the new mantra now oft chanted has become
oh for a few dollars more
© 2016 michael d emmerich
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Climbing Out of Your Family Tree
The apple falls how far does it fall where does it land? what does it do when it lands? Can you climb back up? or do you want to climb a new tree? did you fall with planned intent as far away as possible? Are you planning on taking root where you fell to grow a new tree? although you better be careful not to take root near a snake pit or apple orchard
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
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