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
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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 broken yet so no need to fret ..... yet ....
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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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
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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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
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
Writers Block and Life
Hi to all my gentle readers and followers… as they say in the classics; life is what happens when you not looking … or; life is what creeps up on you, when you busy dealing with life.
Life has been very busy for me of late …hence my absence at times, over these past months. Which has prevented from putting all my thoughts down on paper, at times the thoughts don’t come … they remain hidden by a gray, misty murky cloud … which rolls in and stays for awhile. Like the cheesy horror movie The Fog … (not the 1980’s Carpenter classic, but the 2005 cheesy remake). I have been/felt trapped and fighting for the fog to lift, while investigating/unpacking; truth, history, love, life and reviewing the past and present, and carefully considering this uncertain future.
Life is now presenting itself in a less murky fashion and the fog is lifting, receding; so as I stumble forward, at times 2 steps forward 1 step back, which at least allows me to pick up the pieces I might have dropped.
So that’s my story … I have kept my journal close to my side during this time and have many varied, confusing and dark scribbles to unpack. The unpacking has begun, the pieces have been picked up (those that could be found), as I continue to slowly move forward … down the long and winding road of life. The unpacked, dark, murky, scrambled scribbles are coming together into more than a few poems and articles which should start hitting this site very soon … thank you for your patience …
Dealers Choice?
people often say I’ve been dealt a bad hand the cards are crap to many jokers and the deuces suck the cards we are dealt is the hand we hold until the dealer next shuffles but the game never ends the trick is, turn the cards to your advantage seven aces in spades transforming death to life good players of the game overcome the adversity of a bad hand despite what they hold they know they can win when your world depends on what’s in your hand go all in, don’t back down never let a bad hand hold you back or pull you down
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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