Distance

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
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus

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
© 2019 mikesnexus

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.

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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.

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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 …

winding road ahead

 

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