opening the door stepping over the threshold asking not much neither a kiss or an embrace just to lie down for awhile not to be alone just to be at home
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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Recovery
that oft travelled path hard to traverse and understand healing scar tissue keeps tripping one up on those ever-larger keloids memories of the past calm, heal, infuriate foot sore, weary, burnt and blistered searching for recovery, healing crossing over to the other side searching for another I see peace in my eyes or another’s
© 2018 michael d emmerich
Longing
I long for the sound of your voice caressing my cheek your lilting laugh your upturned smile to hear your laughter to laugh with you for you to laugh at me ….. I long for you …….
© 2018 michael d emmerich
Broken
not knowing dying a slow death emotions bleeding out lying in an ever widening pool at my feet the stains of my life fade into nothingness
© 2018 michael d emmerich
Tunnel of Love
roll up, roll up shouts life as you excitedly queue to enter the tunnel of love what beckons what awaits so much excitement the yawning future sucks you in darkness beckons, engulfs holding on tight to each other and our dreams forevermore distant lights approach eager anticipation unfolds what awaits love, eternal happiness for evermore …… pain, longing, separation forevermore ….. patiently, silently we await the darkness slowly lifts
© 2018 michael d emmerich
A Glimmer of Hope
the house stands all alone on the hill shuttered and drawn I approach in darkness all is locked, silent and dark I seek some way in but to no avail no one answers my knocking a sliver of light at an upstairs window a shadow beckons is this the glimmer of hope that will open the door? I patiently wait …..
© 2018 michael d emmerich
Road of Despair
hole in my heart finger on the trigger where am I headed who the fuck knows road of no return grapes of uncertainty pressed into wine of despair camp fire light beckons so what! ….. who the fuck cares
© 2018 michael d emmerich
Cogito Ergo Sum – in 3 parts
I wrote this poem in Nov 2016 as 3 separate poems, but they are meant to be read as one. Here it is re-edited and posted in its entirety. The poem emerges from the cocoon of my reading and musings of TS Elliot, Dante, Descartes and some Arthur Conan Doyle.
1.
when you down who lifts you up
when you are lost who finds you
when you fall, is it from grace
if so, whose grace
who is lost with you
who binds the wounds
whom do you discover, when you are down
yourself or another
what awaits over the horizon
what lies beneath the wounds
what lifts you up
come on rise up
we rise by lifting others up
we discover ourselves when lost
we need not be alone
come on, stand together
every breath is a doorway
to heaven or hell
so just breath
and rise up
2.
as you await at
breaths doorway
just breathe
and see what awaits
as you pause to exhale
by not breathing
we are forced to choose
heaven or hell
but let not fear inspire
either mortality or immortality
let Virgil be your guide
through the mythical dark wood
of spiritual values
that at times
perverts' human intellect
the pilgrims journey
demands questions be answered
within the dark forest
on a crooked path
the meaningful can become meaningless
as we journey on a quest
into the unlit darkness
3.
we are on a journey
on a quest
into the darkened heart
of life, doubts and dreams
that search for proof of life
strength in life, rests on doubt
accept that which you know to be true
are dream states virtual reality
is life one constant dream
what is real?
let knowledge be your secure foundation
not the imagination thereof
but the doubt thereof
let doubt be your proof of life
doubt creates sanity
life is stronger than anything the mind can invent
what is real are our thoughts
doubt your senses
doubt your existence
rise up and claim your reality
think,
therefore, you live
© 2018 michael d emmerich
To the Edge
bleeding tears of blood heart rent asunder the yawning chasm looms balancing on a precipice tottering towards a fall the cold slap of reality awakens you from that dream to drag you into a nightmare
© 2018 michael d emmerich
By a Thread
oh the tenuous existence that we lead and the tapestry that we weave these many threads combining into that visage of our current existence one loose thread at some locus snagging on a point in time the fabric of that moment begins to unravel that fabric of time unravelling revealing a threadbare image hanging by a thread that unwoven life
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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