Flying in to work ….. Big Blue Sky …love it …
Sun Sets and rises …and a cloudy moon … love the colours of Africa
Out and about and relaxing after a days work….
I am embarking on another new and exciting writing adventure. I will now be writing for Listening Through The Lens – a music site designed to promote and support roots music and performers – anything alt. country, bluegrass, soul, funk, gospel, Americana, folk or blues.
My first article will be posted this week and I will be sent (on an ongoing basis) new music to listen to and then review, how cool is that … The first review will be live by mid August, so settle back and enjoy this new journey in my ongoing quest … to just write.
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lost in the mist of my own creation contemplating the monster lurking in the belly of the creator as we breath life into the monster should we stop and let it remain dormant? this fire burning in one’s belly resentful of life being breathed into it a fearful creator recoiling from his own creation at the risk of overreaching, with its unintended consequences alone, lost, created to be alone and dying a lonely death this mind of mine has its own mind making heaven from hell and hell from heaven finding the courage to carve my own path casting aside icons and sacred cows shattering this hierarchy of angel’s, demons and beasts a conspiracy betwixt my somnambulance and a familiar beast that man hath named who for now, shall go by another name my candle flickering almost to extinction, while buffeted by the wind distressed at the thought of losing one’s dream of a dream within a dream my only thought was to one in paradise and clouds on empty skies and not a care whilst lost in the midst of my own mist
© 2018 Michael D Emmerich
It came knocking and I opened the door and welcomed it with open arms. Inspiration brought friends, as I have been diving into the classics of late; Milton, Shelley, Poe, Goethe and then the music of Carl Orff and the more recent music of Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan and The Alan Parsons Project. From this mish-mash, has come a torrent of thoughts, ideas, annotations and my ideas Journal is looking very busy and messy these past few days … 🙂
I am putting the finishing touches to a few poems and I am for the first time in awhile excited about this new work that I am putting out, it is (IMO) quite a different style of writing …
So watch this space … it might be a busy few days/weeks that lie ahead, plus I have a few pressing editorial deadlines :O
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 …
cain’s mark, an unstable man groaning and shaking on the earth unable to release his grasp or be the man he could be stains of the past scar for life as the past passes one by if not for you, then who? healing eases the pain but memories remain leaving scars and crosses to bear healing, forgiveness remembrance or a warning that mark comes with a great burden and a sacrificial cost?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
(Bleeding Words Part 2)
Additional thoughts on this poem I wrote on 27 Feb, 2018 – Bleeding Words – my journal is littered with half finished poems and new ideas/concepts/memories; keep falling onto the pages. Just battling to put many of the ideas to bed, as finished poems, the final close out of many of the poems just escapes me at present ….
red stained pages drenched, dripping cannot see the words for blood draining from my pen onto the floor pooling coagulating words escaping frozen and timeless in blood
© 2018 michael d emmerich
My father would have been 84 today, sadly he passed away 5 years ago. I still miss him, and have been thinking about him a lot of late. The loss of a parent who was dearly loved leaves a pain that always lingers. I wrote this poem 2 years ago in 2016, and the absence is still there …
fathers are refuge from the storms of life when that safe port passes on when the lighthouse fades all that is left are the memories memories never fade they are never forgotten or passed over they remain memories shine through the mists of time even when the lights fade and no one lives there they remain constant, eternal not ethereal these remain, never forgotten what was once real is now no longer the reminders of your love do not fade they remain through the years we walked different paths they diverged and merged over the years at the end they had become one constant reminders of our togetherness unconditional love learnt remains
© 2016 michael d emmerich
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
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