Mike’s Cats …and T’s new Dog

As we depart 2018 and enter 2019 … lets do so on a positive note with Mike’s Cats .. and a dog now as well … :O

So I now present to you … Coco, Whiskey and  … Lili !

Such a cute little pup …. settling in so well thanks to T’s patience … and the cats discipline 🙂

The Whisk and Lili are fast becoming big mates … cuddle buddies on the horizon 🙂

May they continue to bring joy and peace to our lives … much love to all my followers and peace for the new year …

My Thoughts and Head Space

Some of you might have noticed I have been silent/absent for a few weeks from posting. I have been  processing a lot – 2018 has been a rough year; a love was lost, a few close friends/colleagues passed away (natural causes, in the line of duty and some took their own lives), work has been mentally & emotionally draining in The DRC with very little off time for rest and respite, plus writers block has hit me of late, although the writings that do emerge are filled with far to many dark thoughts & silent screams skirting the shadows of my mind. So I have withdrawn, not processing on social media, but in private, so many emotions & thoughts circle the shadows of my mind, trying to focus on the positive & write happy thoughts, but my writing is still skirting the dark.

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I do know that there is light at the end of the tunnel and the progression of healing takes time, and one must just learn to be patient with one’s self, and allow the healing to take place. I want to thank the few close friends who have been there for me … Thanks T, and a few others ….

#BOTL&SOTL

stoke those embers

before that cigar dies

draw deep and inhale

let the embers burn bright again




nurture the leaf

brothers and sisters

inhale, draw deep

breath and just


……..

savour life

or another cigar

© 2018 michael d emmerich

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Is it Dark Yet?

shadows fall

darkness creeps

there is something coming

in the crawling dusk

we will lose the day

when the darkened veil

achingly descends




how long can we wait?

beyond this veil

nothingness awaits

when will it be rent asunder?

by whom?

and when they come

will they bring the morrow?

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

Not Yet

it's not dark yet
it's not tomorrow yet
the sun has not set yet
no need to fret yet
nothing to regret yet
you have not not broken yet
so no need to fret
.....
yet ....

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

 

New Seasons

the shadow of beauty is regret

as we lose today

we gain tomorrow

for in sleep

we break the chains

that bind us to yesterday

we awaken unbound and unfettered

to our winter past

emerging into a new spring

bursting to blossom
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My Poetry is …..

neither a shout

nor a scream

not a whimper

or a whisper

….....

but an eruption

of emotion

from within

….......

once released

it plots its own path

and passion

towards darkness

or light
...

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Eclipsing Life

eclipses of life

dramatic chaotic tempestuous moments

barely noticeable subtle changes

rolling storm clouds gather ahead

and then, we awaken in a sea of fog



in the penumbra we patiently wait

structural integrity retained

 loss of function noted

salvaging what we can

slowly our faculties improve



healing slowly commences

the gray fades to light

the darkened hypoxic veil lifts

returning senses, inducing pain

bringing clarity to intermediate minds

……..

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Subterranean Lullaby


pitter patter of tiny feet

rat-a-tat of bullets ripping sheets

orange spears of flickering candles

casting opaque shadows on strips of flannel

digging deeper, ripping up the dirt

slowly covering holes in the shirt



the man in the long black coat

stands unsteadily at the edge of the moat

doing his best not to gloat

as the sand, cascades down all around the sacrificial goat

as its ripped bleeding throat

drains over the distended belly, as it bloats



swallowed up consumed by this world

in the belly of the beast all curled

buried in the grave, six feet under

as the veil is rent asunder

silver coins glinting on the eyes, all bright

weeping silver teardrops, in the watery moonlight

© 2018 Michael D Emmerich

 

The Man In The Long Black Coat

Paradise Unbound

lost in the mist of my own creation

contemplating the monster lurking in the belly of the creator

as we breath life into the monster

should we stop and let it remain dormant?

this fire burning in one’s belly

resentful of life being breathed into it



a fearful creator recoiling from his own creation

at the risk of overreaching, with its unintended consequences

alone, lost, created to be alone

and dying a lonely death

this mind of mine has its own mind

making heaven from hell and hell from heaven



finding the courage to carve my own path

casting aside icons and sacred cows

shattering this hierarchy of angel’s, demons and beasts

a conspiracy betwixt my somnambulance

and a familiar beast that man hath named

who for now, shall go by another name



my candle flickering almost to extinction, while buffeted by the wind

distressed at the thought of losing one’s dream

of a dream within a dream

my only thought was to one in paradise

and clouds on empty skies and not a care

whilst lost in the midst of my own mist

© 2018 Michael D Emmerich