the crumpled boarding pass fell out my pocket as I fumbled for my keys time away from home makes the heart more distant taking care of self whilst away causes pain to those close distance damages doesn’t always heal departing the breach leaves a gap that could be filled by another or just left empty love and affection forgotten, lost in time through one’s travels this void left …. empty, vacant and alone
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Pebbles in my Pocket
pebbles in my pocket line in the sand make that stand as you search for closure draw that line standing strong and resolute on a pebble strewn beach digging deep until you find them all then… facing what awaits gazing boldly and contemptuously at that which dares to cross that line
© 2019 michael d emmerich
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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 …
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
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
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
