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 So I have withdrawn, not processing on social media, but in private, so many emotions & thoughts circle the shadows of my mind, trying to focus on the positive & write happy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 ….

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

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

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

A Shooting Star

 

Dedicated to my gorgeous, patient, long suffering, beautiful .. wife

stars-and-comets

saw your shooting star tonight

shattering the black of the night

flying across an amber palette

burning bright for all to see


that’s your mystique

slicing that veil of darkness

let your light shine through

my darlin’



you shine best

on the darkest of nights

burning brightly

chasing my dark away



that’s what you do best

dragging me to the light

my darlin’

© 2016 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

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

Onward & Upward

This poem goes out to my buddy and dear friend, Victor  …thinking of you dude 🙂

the struggle against adversity

brings forth changes

dragging one

up or down



push upward

reaching for

higher levels of functioning

which did not previously exist



building resilience

absorbing damage

but not failing

bouncing back

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Shared Burdens

battered and bruised

shattered and drawn

fading away

into the gray



dragged down

those deepest depths

the fear is real

sleep escapes



only but a heartbeat away

from what

I don’t know

headlong crashing into life

fading away from the blue



hearts are breaking

I can feel it, can you

let me carry your sorrows

let me shed tears for you

and

take them when they come

© 2017 michael d Emmerich

The Road oft Travelled

travelling into my space

that road oft travelled

neither visitor or tenant be

just passing by



stopping to stare

donning spectacles of perspective

discovering what lies beneath

as I a passer-by be



dream or dead space?

haunted by conversations

of those who reside on yonder

neighbours they not be



in transit, not overnighting

reading what lies beneath

obligated to document

that others might believe

© 2017 michael d emmerich