Hold On!

what is it that we value

what is the cost of that,

which we so value?

what do we owe and to whom?

to save a friendship

or one that you love



that one, who is there for you

loving unconditionally

accepting of you, regardless

of all your baggage and shit

the walls of silence

and absence



hold on to that person

don’t let go

fucking fight

because

to often, we are waiting

for what’s already there



open your eye’s

see the love

right in front of you.

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

 

#BOTL&SOTL

stoke those embers

before that cigar dies

draw deep and inhale

let the embers burn bright again




nurture the leaf

brothers and sisters

inhale, draw deep

breath and just


……..

savour life

or another cigar

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

The Forgotten Soldier

history written by the victorious

remembered by the soldier

forgotten by all

battered, bruised, discarded

honour cast aside

no medals for the forgotten warrior



once forgotten

memories now return

new wounds emerge

new scars

new pain and guilt

but still society forgets



wars once popular

now become an anathema

silence abounds

but the memories remain



history written in black

but remembered in blood

history written in scars

survives beyond the fading text



politicians write the history

soldiers carry the weight of that history

 

© 2016 michael d emmerich
© 2016 mikesnexus.com

Shadows of My Mind

 skittish shadows, flirting

with the smoke filled

shadows of my mind

and still my mind burns

like cheap whisky

coursing down my throat



while the beckoning, cavernous

maw of blackness approaches

just another hungry mouth

that needs to feed

at the trough

of my existence
© 2018 michael d emmerich
© 2018 mikesnexus.com

All at Sea

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

Is it Dark Yet?

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

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

Trauma

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

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

Not Yet

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 not broken yet
so no need to fret
.....
yet ....

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

 

A White Feather

 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
......

© 2016 /  © 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2016 /  © 2018 mikesnexus.com

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Autumn

falling leaves drifting down

colours of rust passing by

days grow short

nights become cold

winters song is calling



tis the season of life

for remembering, reflecting

taking pleasure in past abundance

a time of rest, as life wanes

or so it should be



branches are bare and twisted

pain etched across the bark

a new beauty emerges

in the quiet, new portals open

new journeys await



upon this threshold we stand

harvesting what’s left of life

and the fruits born overtime

hoping this elixir will suffice

to sustain the last leg of our journey

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

autumn leaves