roll up, roll up shouts life as you excitedly queue to enter the tunnel of love what beckons what awaits so much excitement the yawning future sucks you in darkness beckons, engulfs holding on tight to each other and our dreams forevermore distant lights approach eager anticipation unfolds what awaits love, eternal happiness for evermore …… pain, longing, separation forevermore ….. patiently, silently we await the darkness slowly lifts
© 2018 michael d emmerich
pain fast approaches crashing into you ripping all asunder pulling it in close embracing, holding desperately trying to keep all the broken pieces together ....... clinging not ignoring desperately hoping to transform ........ pain to compassion anger into love fear into kindness ....... needing positive energy to sustain through the travails and tempest that assail on this journey
© 2018 michael d emmerich
A question to comment or ponder on:
How does one engender empathy (and hope) in ones darkest hour? Do we/can we do it (engender empathy) because life is fundamentally amazing, even though (or because), is spite of it all, it has an ending?
I’ve always had expectations from the first time we met realised our dreams forged in conflict on life’s anvil the world keeps spinning even when you let go although my head is spinning as it all slows down the forge cools my dreams keep recurring I don’t want to wake up to the possibility of diminished expectations and forgotten memories ……. but still I linger for the dreams to become real expectations
© 2018 michael d emmerich
If any of you gentle readers have read my last few poems … the quote below sums up the tone and content ….. and my current journey ….
Thanks for staying with me on this part of life’s journey ….
the house stands all alone on the hill shuttered and drawn I approach in darkness all is locked, silent and dark I seek some way in but to no avail no one answers my knocking a sliver of light at an upstairs window a shadow beckons is this the glimmer of hope that will open the door? I patiently wait …..
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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
step over the portal into the atrium not the inner chamber just visiting it all seems so familiar but it’s not music’s playing don’t know the playlist coffee’s warm but tastes different just need to lay my head where my hat lies maybe next time
© 2018 michael d emmerich
cold chains hold me down black holes suck me in medicine for the soul best taken cold and dry iron chains draggin’ me down sliding down a muddy hillside into a strange world in me or in you?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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
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