alone adrift all at sea winds prevail and blow endless sky horizon lost in the blue searching for firmer ground white dove released in hope to return with what or not at all
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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alone adrift all at sea winds prevail and blow endless sky horizon lost in the blue searching for firmer ground white dove released in hope to return with what or not at all
© 2018 michael d emmerich
© 2018 mikesnexus.com
shadows fall darkness creeps there is something coming in the crawling dusk we will lose the day when the darkened veil achingly descends how long can we wait? beyond this veil nothingness awaits when will it be rent asunder? by whom? and when they come will they bring the morrow?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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as the blood dries beneath my nails as the metallic smell lingers in the air as my boots slip on the shit stained floor as I wipe the vomit from my shirt front removing blood-stained glasses ripping of blue blood gloves gazing across at what lies before not a beep can be heard lights fade to gray ashen faces stare back and the memory remains
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it's not dark yet it's not tomorrow yet the sun has not set yet no need to fret yet nothing to regret yet you have not broken yet so no need to fret ..... yet ....
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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Happy Birthday to The Boss …69 yesterday … thanks for the great music, heartfelt honesty and most inspiring autobiography …
A day late, but Happy Birthday The Boss, 68 yesterday. Thanks for all the great music, memories and reflections that your music continues to deliver. In refection, on those memories, I am posting a link to an article I penned earlier this year.
Some of his greatest work, in my opinion, are his three acoustic albums, they are stark, dark and raw. They claw at the very fabric of society, lifting the covers and showing the dark underbelly, that exists right in front of us, but we are at times, to blind to see.
So Happy Birthday to a great musician, artist and writer … may you continue to bless us with heartfelt and soul searching lyrics. Strength to you and love and peace to all …
I penned a post in October 2015, “Is Religion the Greatest Threat to World Peace?” it is now almost 3 years on… do I still feel the same way?
Is Religion the greatest threat to world peace
As I read the newspapers and peruse the headlines, I see that the situation re my perspective of 2015 is no better, in fact it is (in my opinion) far worse. I write this not from an atheist, agnostic or even a religious perspective, but rather from a catholic humanistic stand point (I am using the term catholic here in its purest sense – meaning universal, the whole). There are far to many political, religious and social organizations driving agendas which are contrary to tolerance, critical thinking and reasoning. We are been won over by dogma, superstition and an understanding of the world not based on logic, science, evidence and rational empiricism.

Politics has become meshed with religion, were we can no longer tell the difference; the separation of church and state is (almost) no more … this division of religious and political power, is intended to prevent the abuses of power from both sides and the subjugation of justice. This is not particular to any one religion or country, but just part of a wider picture that see happening across our planet.
So take a read of the article I penned in 2015 … and share your thoughts … I will close with the quote, which I used to open that article…
With or without religion, good people can behave well and bad people can do evil;
but for good people to do evil — that takes religion.
Nobel laureate Steven Weinberg

Inspired to write a poem on peace (after a friend reminded me, by wishing me Happy Peace Day), seeing as the 21st of Sept is the International Day of Peace.
a white feather fell from above
doves circle and soar
a bullet whistles past
blood drips from the bough of a tree
peace in our time is the mantra
can it be believed
cowardice, faith, protection, bravery
peace, needs a chance
so many messages, to which do we cleave
hope from a bygone era
past, present or a probable future
don’t shoot the messenger
white doves circle and soar
hoping they do not perish, bringing their message
doves cry, and hope dies when children perish
may they be lifted on the wings of peace
upwards to a burning sky
to a place with no name
the sun sets on a world in disarray
how many more white feathers need to fall
from a torn and shredded sky
as the tears of doves past rain down
are they at peace?
I can only dream that they are
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