travelling into my space the road less travelled it’s better this way dipping in and out not to live just to visit it can be a scary process discovering what lies beneath in my space
© 2017 michael d emmerich
travelling into my space the road less travelled it’s better this way dipping in and out not to live just to visit it can be a scary process discovering what lies beneath in my space
© 2017 michael d emmerich
the present is a construct of the past every breath we have taken is the sum of who we are that past we remember does it affect our present? does forgetting cleanse our slate? are we bound by the rattling cold chains that bind us to as distant memory? does time eventually conquer us? are we only doomed to repeat history if we remember it? the constant past that never leaves is it a blessing or a curse? do moments give birth to new moments? or are they transformed into the next state of flux that clean slate of the now is ready redefine the now using yesterday’s palette paint a new tomorrow
© 2017 michael d emmerich
inspiration, that which born from not knowing drives us to discover to tackle the uncertain in the hope that certainty arrives grasping at the uncertainty of life pushes us to embrace that continuum of not knowing if or when certainty will arrive but arrive it will turning the unknown into the known that empty canvas into the most majestic sunrise on a glorious new day flush with new discoveries
© 2017 michael d emmerich
A poem written after being away from my love for 3 months, and am now finally heading home … 🙂
a trail of discarded clothes leads to a pit of desire primal urges released tenderness and lust a little bit of animal is exposed conflicting emotions tender caresses unleashing sweat, tears, yearning and savagery bitten by love drowning in our love as I drink of you sated yet still hungry drenched in love and lust we sleep
© 2017 michael d emmerich
red mist glazes over it’s to dark to see the eyes glaze over into that 1000 yard stare darkness draws nigh the veil is torn the pathway opens yes, I have seen the world but not sure which darkness draws nigh I am coming not one second to soon as the tragedy of history repeats itself
© 2017 michael d emmerich
time spent apart is lost in life’s forgotten mist never to be recovered lost but not forgotten distance …. makes the heart grow distant bridging the gap of miles never comes easy broken bridges, rebuilt over time broken memories need to be stronger than any broken bridge absence …. makes the heart grow absent times cloak of darkness descends and masks light, love and memories build memories must be built to withstand the storms of life when miles come between love like time is constant
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Ambulance Today Summer Edition 2017
P57. From the Africa Desk of Ambulance Today Ambulance Today introduces our new segment ‘From the Africa Desk’ by our Africa Editor, Michael Emmerich.
To all the medical people who follow this page, if you have any ideas for special feature articles on ambulance and emergency care care in any part of Africa drop me a mail. Equally, if you have any news items you would like us to run either in our magazine or on our daily-updated global ambulance news website please make contact. I am already busy on my next article outline … so stay in touch to follow our journey across this amazing continent.
To my fellow passionate EMS friends across the world, I trust you will walk this continent with me as we delve deeper into the respective regions in future articles. Till then be safe out there and stay passionate.
My 55th birthday poem, a present to myself …. you decide if it is inspiring or depressing ….♥
closer to the edge
day by day
I skirt the sepia
my darkness
my solitude
I’ll lock the door
block the door
maybe step outside
and change the world
welcome to my world
my inner eternal battles
where even blood is gray
when coagulated by time
hope pushes out fear
pain and despair
is it all in vain
as I chase the gray
tears from above go whence? after they fall tears of love, grief, joy cutting paths leaving scars at journeys end what becomes of them do they remain? as vessels filled with pain and love to heal or to harm? either way they have a story to tell which must be heard
© 2017 michael d emmerich
finish line is in sight it’s a dead heat we are all the same no one is better than the rest is that what we believe? all equal or all individuals? what says the revolution? nothing to win or lose mediocrity of equality what of dreams, aspirations look up not down be desirous aspirational of your future be exactly ……… like you
© 2017 michael d emmerich