Did some traveling around The DRC …Lubumbashi, Kinshasa and others ….
Planes and automobiles …no trains 🙂
Hotels and Dusty Roads
…and of course the odd cigar … or two …
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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falling leaves drifting down colours of rust passing by days grow short nights become cold winters song is calling tis the season of life for remembering, reflecting taking pleasure in past abundance a time of rest, as life wanes or so it should be branches are bare and twisted pain etched across the bark a new beauty emerges in the quiet, new portals open new journeys await upon this threshold we stand harvesting what’s left of life and the fruits born overtime hoping this elixir will suffice to sustain the last leg of our journey
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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love gone to waste lost never to be replaced myriad shattered reflections broken and lost connections ice bullets, cutting straight and true turning all my tears to blue strewn with guilt enfolding me with its emotional quilt that jig-saw visage reflecting through the passage of a shattered past stares back as one outcast futility of anguished tears failing to wash away the fears leaving in its wake one battered, bruised shattered and drawn
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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And so it begins…. the moon, with mars in close company …
The Red Moon emerges…. next to the Red Planet …
The morning after …as the moon sets across the African Sky ….
Sunrise at 06:00 this morning, was just so beautiful here in the Southern DRC, light breeze blowing, a crisp cool morning with absolutely gorgeous colours …
Sitting alone on a remote site, in my small tent for the night, cold outside. No contact all alone, after a while it gets a tad claustrophobic, no matter how wide the horizon.
voices, I hear voices who is that that still small voice sounds so familiar oh, it’s just me starting to sound distant I’ll just keep calling hoping against hope that the door opens to where? at last it opens but wait, there is no one there that still small voice chasing me away saying begone no solace walls close in horizon stretches beyond longing for contact  that human touch at last …. oh, it’s just me
© 2018 Michael D Emmerich
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 …
into the distance I gaze a flight of fancy awaits with wings spread soaring towards the sun like Icarus and Lucifer I thought, I thought of everything warning lights ignored navigator long since departed on a wing and a prayer flying to close to the sun flew to high and to soon it’s all melting away I’m now freefallin’ like those before me hell to heaven a fall from grace an angel awaits enfolded by ruffled feathered wings healing my wounds with time
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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
Been silent for awhile, still writing furiously and embroiled with emotion. Here are a few quotes that have drawn me into different places.
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