so far away but never to far to not be seen be it in your dreams or nightmares as real as the here and now for those who sleep in that black hole lost in time loved eternally inspired for life will you stay? sleep tight be not afraid the ones you love are here with you lay your head on your pillow prepare a place for me cause when you ready I’m there chasing rainbows while we dream eternally
© 2017 michael d emmerich
what if nothing exists we're all in somebody's dream maybe a series of dreams can we keep pretending there is nothing wrong should we? that fragile delusion called reality a thin line between reality and imagination with no exit in any direction in the long run possibly an insignificant difference come on everybody dream on, baby dream
© 2017 Michael D Emmerich
when you think to whom do you speak who vets your thoughts if you argue with the voices who wins? are your dreams insane how do you know which voice told you who processes the ideas that churn through your mind some argue only harbour healthy thoughts stay on a happy island shun the other voices mental censorship where does it end just BE allow all the voices no judgement commune with all the voices even those in the deepest recesses of your mind talk to everybody all voices are welcome ruminate, then ACT
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
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
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