Passions Unfurled

 the embryonic morning sun

peeps hesitantly over the mountain

slowly it crawls forth to emerge

escaping from the grasp of night’s pupae

radiant kaleidoscope wings gently emerge

the new day creeps forward

pushing back the night

day emerges, languidly stretching out

offering itself to those in need

who have passions to be sated



new dawn brings new promises

the intended gift of new passions

the impatient subimago fidgets

unable to fully relish the gift

further unfurling wings

expose more of the vivid rainbow

only when the imago finally emerges

can the passions be fully unveiled

totally releasing the new day



mornings passion breaks forth in full colour

imago is now ready, waiting, eager

fully active, totally passionate

unfurling, opened, spread to full imago

releasing new passions, to be desired

the new day can now be fully devoured

let us engorge ourselves

on the alter of unfurled passions

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Embrace the Darkness

be brave, be bold

challenge convention

embrace the darkness

do this and become whole

wiser, more effective

learn to harness the dark arts

use the darkness constructively

find happiness in your dark side



take risks, take the plunge

dive in and enjoy the risk

revel in the darkness

relish the pain

allow pain to become your friend

receive the biological pain messages

change your behaviour right now

feel the burn, release the endorphins

the messenger has arrived



feed your creativity

channel the dark arts

push life to the extremes

find the balance

open the door to your dark side

be introduced, welcome it with open arms

challenge your addiction to comfort



suppressing the dark side

limits our ability to experience happiness

push the opposite end of the spectrum

do not fear the darkness

welcome it, challenge it

investigate it

the messenger

after all has arrived

to tell us something

are you willing to listen?

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Day Becomes Night

A friend from the twittersphere, @nikkiejanee1972, posted a song lyric with an interesting picture, the image raised many thoughts, ideas and emotions. After a few back and forth tweets, the challenge was laid down, to write a poem about the picture. This is what came out of looking at that photo. I have once again dipped into the music and words of my muses, the image is the one above.

the rollin’ and tumblin’ fog fast approaches

the moon out in space cannot see

as mist drifts over its face

the day becomes night

the night is filled with shadows

the early doom fast approaches



muted misty sounds drift hither, thither and wither

her dress reaches out as she spins round twirling, seeking

twin distant orbs burn holes in the mist

the portal etched into the road becomes visible

a guttural grunt, bark, or cough reaches out and grabs your spine

in the damp chill your hair clings to your neck



Cthulhu roars

 the bloated corpulence of his writhing body

slowly emerges

you are lost in a timeless fog

refusing to be driven insane by gazing on the monstrosity

are you not already dreaming of R'lyeh

how does it feel

to be so alone, with nowhere to roam



any day now the fog will lift and the night will end

truth will be revealed as the fog is clawed back

worldwide insanity and mindless violence

finally displacing humanity forever

or just a dream, within a dream



the landscape slowly claws back the light

gleaming in the golden light of dawn

what does it bring

death and destruction

or coffee

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

 

Fuck War!

draft or dodge

conscription or jail

exile or war

hero traitor or coward

choices that define or break


who is the enemy


the just or unjust war

justified by the church

who stands aside

letting death slip quietly by

welcoming death

in gods name it shall be done


who chose this war


justified by the politician

arrogance greed and power

forcing boys to become men

to become killers

for the sake of an ‘ism, as told by an idiot


who has the most to lose


who binds the wounds that bleed

the scars that don’t heal

the wounds you cannot see

none but the fellow beside him

neither the church or politicians

in whose name their blood is discarded

along with their futures
 

whose life is to be sacrificed


not mine said the politician, suckling on the teat of corporate greed

not mine said the bishop, god made me do it

not mine said the arms dealer, I just sell death

not mine said the general, I’ve done my time

not mine said the wealthy, the poor are the pawns

not mine said the socialite, I’ll read it on page seven


who has the most to gain


At whose cost

At what cost

WHY?

FUCK WAR!

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

That Small Voice

voices, I think I hear voices

who is that

oh its just me

my still small voice

my voice, starting to sound distant

maybe I’ll just keep knocking

hoping against hope that I open the door

but wait, no one there

move along, nothing to see

that still small voice

chasing me away

saying be quiet

I cannot hear

no solace

walls close in

horizon stretches far away

contact, contact

 yes, a human touch

oh, its just me

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

 

Juxtaposition Junxtion

to be or not….

the journey along the road

leads us to be often waylaid

arriving at at juxtaposition junxtion

confused over our mother being our lover

lost in the paradise of milton’s world

unsure if it be heaven or hell

one mans heaven being the others hell



to have or to have not

said the butler living in squalor

but trapped in luxury

disparity and discord morph into a third way

can it all be fair in love and war

sound and fury, calm before the storm



before and after, fat and thin

can all pigs be equal

fighting to live

battling to not die

food to one is death to another

in darkness there is light



what the dickens is going on

wisdom and foolishness battling for hope

it springs eternal in the winter of our discontent

everything to lose and nothing to win

goodness draws forth evil

the circle draws to a close



the bells toils

before the wall is rent asunder

the third way beckons

like a long lost lover

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

That Well Of Creativity

A mix of thoughts, questions and ideas; analysing what and how we troll the depths of our creative wells. What inspires me (or you dear reader, for that matter) to be drawn to pen what I pen. Of late, these thoughts have been spinning through the dark passages of my mind. Then I had an epiphany…. which has lead me to pen this article on where and how I draw from my well of inspiration.

The one thing I do know, that for me to tap my inspiration I need to be on an emotional high or low. I cannot just be bumbling along, on an even keel. I get ideas and thoughts regardless of my emotional state, but I can only act on them when my emotions are out of alignment. Hence I at times have to drag myself into a thoughtful, dark place to take the ideas in my head or notebooks, and then translate them into words on paper. The easiest way for to do this is via music, I have a few artists whose lyrics have the best effect on me, they drag me into a thoughtful emotive state to best translate my thoughts to paper. There are some songs on depressing subjects out of which I have written emotive, and even positive or romantic poems. That will keep some “shrinks”happy for hours or even the subject of an interesting article for “Psychology Today” 🙂 My wife is relieved to hear that I do not have to be physically depressed to draw my thoughts out 🙂

I do know that reading and music are very useful triggers for me to draw deep from the well; both of need to be on the dark side, for me to accurately tap my creative well. Reading the First World War Poets; notably Owen and Sasson, and some of the classical Poets; Milton, Blake, Elliot and Chaucer (although he is more humorous than dark). Musically the lyrics of Dylan and Springsteen are best or the harmonious sounds of Pink Floyd ELP and Ulver – http://www.jester-records.com/ulver/ulver.html (especially there their album: THEMES FROM WILLIAM BLAKE’S THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL). These are my main sources of flitting on the edges of deep dark thoughtful emotions. My wife has an interesting take on my mindset, she feels I thrive on or need angst in my life… not entirely convinced on that front yet … 🙂 but she does have a point ….

The whole subject of creativity and depression is well documented over the years, with many interesting articles written on the great painters, composers and writers. So far be it from me to expound to much further or bore you with details of the great ones. I do want to share a few very interesting articles I found on one of my favourite websites; if you have not visited Maria’s site please pop over to: https://www.brainpickings.org/ and follow her on twitter:

Lou Andreas-Salomé, the First Woman Psychoanalyst, on Depression and Creativity in Letters to Rilke
“A great deal of poetic work has arisen from various despairs.”
https://www.brainpickings.org/2016/05/12/lou-andreas-salome-creative-block-rilke/

Alison Bechdel on Writing, Therapy, Self-Doubt, and How the Messiness of Life Feeds the Creative Conscience
“It’s by writing… by stepping back a bit from the real thing to look at it, that we are most present.”
https://www.brainpickings.org/?s=alison+bechdel

Probability Theory Pioneer Mark Kac on the Duality of the Creative Life, the Singular Enchantment of Mathematics, and the Two Types of Geniuses
“Creative people live in two worlds. One is the ordinary world which they share with others and in which they are not in any special way set apart from their fellow men. The other is private and it is in this world that the creative acts take place.”
https://www.brainpickings.org/?s=Mark+Kac

The Greatest Escape

what makes one free

the ability to have no cares

carry no baggage

freedom to move



when are we most free

when we have no stress

when we are able to just be

when we have a choice



when can we escape

why do we want to escape

to what are we escaping

the fire or the frying pan



is not the greatest escape

the ability to escape

regardless

true freedom

even it be to grass less green



the fire is warmer than the frying pan

maybe some of us take solace in its heat

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

This and That

I have taken a break from formal writing for the past week or two, and have been focussing on catching up on reading (all sorts of stuff; poems, fiction, non-fiction). I have also been ordering all my writing prompts and ideas – poems, fiction and professional. The ideas are still flowing, just been writing them up in my ideas book, to regurgitate at a later date (need to get index cards and sort my ideas – finished and unfinished, my book is getting way to busy).

Took out my sketch pads a week back and am working on a few rough drafts, drawing the mental images that flit in and out of my mind – scary stuff that. Who knows maybe I will be brave and post my “finished” bits and pieces.

Oh well back to my day job – for awhile – hope to have some work finished to load over this coming weekend. Thanks for all the support, comments and followers, much appreciated; lets stay inspired and keep writing!

Umberto Eco: “To survive you must tell stories”

Night Unfolds

as the sun sets

and the day draws to a close

night stealthily creeps

across the land like a plague

inexorably it slowly advances

without remit or thought



one thing slowly becomes another

light fades to shadow

darkness follows shortly afterwards



many become few

few become one

in the unfolding of night

shadows blur the lines

that merge into silky blackness

enfolding all in its path

night becomes one

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich