gazing into the mirror shadows flit on the edges pulled into the centre my shadow self stares back battered bruised pain etched across my shadow scarred face hands reaching out we embrace become one acceptance peace
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Poetry
Untitled – Kind of …
some kind of pain some kind of joy some kind of beauty some kind of despair some kind of life …….. what’s it all about?
© 2017 michael d Emmerich
The Omega Man
Knock, knock who is it …. come in.... wait, what! Oh FU.......
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Flames of Desire
Another lust-filled homecoming poem – dedicated to my love ♥
your ravenous desire sucks the air from my lungs oh, our reckless desire we are burning up turn the flames up higher feel the heat, the beat keep the fire burning that moment when we meet let me feel your desire ….. tonight, my love I will have you
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Clarity
only when we acknowledge that we are all mad will it all make sense and mysteries, contradictions will no longer be …….. life stands still clarity achieved
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Whose Rules
like shifting desert sands rules keep changing greedy corporates keeping the leash short work hard, be honest play by the rules it all comes to naught they fuck you over hung out to dry despite playing fair they don’t care you still fucked
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Some Kind of Pain
oh that exquisite beautiful tragedy giving birth to amazing creativity ….. nobody feels any pain nobody feels any joy ……. to feel joy you must first experience pain ……. or is it the other way round?
© 2017 michael d emmerich
The Road oft Travelled
travelling into my space that road oft travelled neither visitor or tenant be just passing by stopping to stare donning spectacles of perspective discovering what lies beneath as I a passer-by be dream or dead space? haunted by conversations of those who reside on yonder neighbours they not be in transit, not overnighting reading what lies beneath obligated to document that others might believe
© 2017 michael d emmerich
My Poetry is …..
neither a shout or 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
Alive, but?
duty calls conflicting with the heart which is more important what do we know? does not knowing burden the weary traveller sadness presses down but we are alive beaten down by the weight of fate alone we stand shoulder to shoulder how cautious can we be? stand up and be free whilst continuously coming up for air
© 2017 michael d emmerich
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