Never to Far

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

Dream On

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

Dreams & Voices

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

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