Pictures taken in South Africa at Witsieshoek, at 3000m in the Drakensberg Mountains. The temp was 4 deg C with a wind chill of -7 deg C … just another day at the office 🙂
Blood or Love?
which runs deeper blood or love which runs thicker which cuts deeper there are ties that blind blood ties, love loosens the bonds love is worth the sacrifice moving beyond break the chains rattle the locks break the cage loosen the ties that bind no not sever let me show you what love can do break the pillars shatter the foundations spread that love come now my darling just lie in my arms its you and I that now remain let me show you what is possible with love
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
A Symbiotic Life
A blog I follow posted the following stunning pictures of moss growing on a tree. The pictures inspired me to write the following poem.
https://withmyheadintheheavens.wordpress.com/2016/10/01/brushstrokes-of-nature
https://withmyheadintheheavens.wordpress.com/2016/09/30/moss-clings-to-bark-creating-new-life/
new life crawls over the old masking the scars of the past choke, mask, regenerate? do we discard progress so not to mask the past is harmony possible?  the new need not choke history like moss let the new enrich beautifying the scars of our past travails old and new a symbiotic relationship survival is dependent on the other  let the past benefit from the new without causing harm both have the ability to harm the path of balance needs to be learnt past, present and the way ahead the way of the cleaning symbiosis discarding the excess
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
White Feathers
Inspired to write a poem on peace, seeing as the 21st of Sept was/is the International Day of Peace.
a white feather fell from heaven doves fly by 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 so many messages, to which do we cleave hope from beyond; past, present or future don’t shoot the messenger crying white doves circle hoping they do not die bringing their message doves cry where children die hope dies when doves cannot fly 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 burning sky the spirits are watching are they at peace? I pray that they will be
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
Choices
choices heaven or hell real and visible surreal yet invisible within and without paths high road or low road real or imagined stepping into the jaws or away from the maw lust anger greed passion love temperance heaven in hell or hell in heaven any day now today right now your choice
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© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
Mortality
black is the colour red is the number blue is the steel of the knife lost is the answer what is the question gray is the smoke orange is the glow the smoke curls upwards mortality is the answer preservation is at stake golden is the silence orange is the colour ripping the silence apart crystal are the tears raining down on the moment lost is still the answer the question remains uncertain all that is certain is mortality
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
Rainbows in Her Eyes
fluttering eye lids in the morning light cascading hair across her visage my love lies in a gentle slumber slowly the gateway to her emotions opens fluttering eyelids reveal what lies beneath  unleashing the emotions lying behind the portal they spring forth revealing all the colours of the rainbow the colours of love, lust, longing desire, happiness sadness the rainbow in her eyes I am privileged to see and partake in all the colours
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
Surrounded By Life
there is life is everywhere it exists, and always has in all that we see there is life even in death, there is life it is light, pushing darkness back fighting those that rail against it in the most unimaginable places life claws out an existence life like hope is the eternal spring that we all desire to sate our thirst long may the well overflow with a never ending river of life
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
An Incomplete Puzzle
the sky is as empty as my life a vast unfathomable emptiness charting a path through the maze of nothingness searching for the piece of the puzzle that is missing my heart demands the puzzle to be complete it yearns for the picture to be made whole only then can the bleeding stop  in a bed with an empty pillow next to me I dream of my missing puzzle piece of the one who holds my heart so sad that what we do to survive can make the puzzle incomplete I asked myself in my dream; so why do I do it? dreams like puzzles are riddled with missing pieces the one piece I need is within my grasp it comes to me all alone it means so much to me the piece, the puzzle, my beloved completing the picture bringing me full circle to completion serenity peace
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
Elijah’s Door
we open the door but no one comes in but we must always be wiling to leave the door open for those with wanderlust to enter or those with questions to exit the door to the dark enter from the dark to the light or exit out into the dark either way we can always while waiting sip from the chalice at the portal knowledge brings light to the darkness making the unknown known the artist ventures out into the dark through the open door to measure the unseen to tell the story of the unknown the open door leads out to all that is not yet known we can get lost out there in the vastness and strangeness of the dark although we can also find harmony those with wanderlust can become anyone or no one the door is always open if we can find our way back as the solitary aspect of getting lost is enticing mystery becomes our compass we become like Dante traversing jumping to hell and back to find ourselves back in paradise at the open door always be willing to leave a door open peace could enter unannounced future redemption could even enter or we could exit on another enticing journey getting lost on a quest for questions questions that might not have answers what then comes first? the question, the answer or the intention?
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
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