fluttering eye lids in the morning light cascading hair across her visage my love lies in a gentle slumber slowly the gateway to her emotions opens fluttering eyelids reveal what lies beneath unleashing the emotions lying behind the portal they spring forth revealing all the colours of the rainbow the colours of love, lust, longing desire, happiness sadness the rainbow in her eyes I am privileged to see and partake in all the colours
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
there is life is everywhere it exists, and always has in all that we see there is life even in death, there is life it is light, pushing darkness back fighting those that rail against it in the most unimaginable places life claws out an existence life like hope is the eternal spring that we all desire to sate our thirst long may the well overflow with a never ending river of life
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
the sky is as empty as my life a vast unfathomable emptiness charting a path through the maze of nothingness searching for the piece of the puzzle that is missing my heart demands the puzzle to be complete it yearns for the picture to be made whole only then can the bleeding stop in a bed with an empty pillow next to me I dream of my missing puzzle piece of the one who holds my heart so sad that what we do to survive can make the puzzle incomplete I asked myself in my dream; so why do I do it? dreams like puzzles are riddled with missing pieces the one piece I need is within my grasp it comes to me all alone it means so much to me the piece, the puzzle, my beloved completing the picture bringing me full circle to completion serenity peace
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
why this? why that? tell me more always asking questioning, searching relentless and restless answers never bring closure but only lead to more questions oh this perpetual curse of the why it’s a never-ending journey the next why leads to the next will it ever end? the see-saw of life back and forth relentless like the wind and the waves always battering at my minds doorway it is never still neither my mind nor the wind and waves I think not even at death when my ashes are to to be cast into the wind and waves they will for all eternity be battering at someone’s doorway
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
my finger is on the trigger the needle is in the vein my blood is on my hands my soul is in disarray my dreams are littered with death the smells soak my dreams drenching my bed sheets awakening, bound in linen and sweet in the distance I see fields littered with red poppies drooping, dripping in the morning mist bending with the weight of the unknown mortality waits at every turn the knife blade glints in the morning dew the bare wrist looks inviting as the knife slides silently into its sheath the red mist clears the sun breaks through the clouds my soul is in my hands the red poppies look beautiful this morning
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
the embryonic morning sun peeps hesitantly over the mountain slowly it crawls forth to emerge escaping from the grasp of night’s pupae radiant kaleidoscope wings gently emerge the new day creeps forward pushing back the night day emerges, languidly stretching out offering itself to those in need who have passions to be sated new dawn brings new promises the intended gift of new passions the impatient subimago fidgets unable to fully relish the gift further unfurling wings expose more of the vivid rainbow only when the imago finally emerges can the passions be fully unveiled totally releasing the new day mornings passion breaks forth in full colour imago is now ready, waiting, eager fully active, totally passionate unfurling, opened, spread to full imago releasing new passions, to be desired the new day can now be fully devoured let us engorge ourselves on the alter of unfurled passions
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
be brave, be bold challenge convention embrace the darkness do this and become whole wiser, more effective learn to harness the dark arts use the darkness constructively find happiness in your dark side take risks, take the plunge dive in and enjoy the risk revel in the darkness relish the pain allow pain to become your friend receive the biological pain messages change your behaviour right now feel the burn, release the endorphins the messenger has arrived feed your creativity channel the dark arts push life to the extremes find the balance open the door to your dark side be introduced, welcome it with open arms challenge your addiction to comfort suppressing the dark side limits our ability to experience happiness push the opposite end of the spectrum do not fear the darkness welcome it, challenge it investigate it the messenger after all has arrived to tell us something are you willing to listen?
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
A friend from the twittersphere, @nikkiejanee1972, posted a song lyric with an interesting picture, the image raised many thoughts, ideas and emotions. After a few back and forth tweets, the challenge was laid down, to write a poem about the picture. This is what came out of looking at that photo. I have once again dipped into the music and words of my muses, the image is the one above.
the rollin’ and tumblin’ fog fast approaches the moon out in space cannot see as mist drifts over its face the day becomes night the night is filled with shadows the early doom fast approaches muted misty sounds drift hither, thither and wither her dress reaches out as she spins round twirling, seeking twin distant orbs burn holes in the mist the portal etched into the road becomes visible a guttural grunt, bark, or cough reaches out and grabs your spine in the damp chill your hair clings to your neck Cthulhu roars the bloated corpulence of his writhing body slowly emerges you are lost in a timeless fog refusing to be driven insane by gazing on the monstrosity are you not already dreaming of R'lyeh how does it feel to be so alone, with nowhere to roam any day now the fog will lift and the night will end truth will be revealed as the fog is clawed back worldwide insanity and mindless violence finally displacing humanity forever or just a dream, within a dream the landscape slowly claws back the light gleaming in the golden light of dawn what does it bring death and destruction or coffee
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
the black snake stretches languidly across the land unfurled over hills and vales craning its head back as it beckons, sans hand come, faster, faster you must prevail you reach out to attack the black snake grasping, clutching, familiar smells of the hunt return bringing with them the pain and ache you push, feeling the burn, avoiding deaths urn those familiar markings on the naked skin as you flick through the curves at high speed the evocative colours of the original sin all happening so fast you battle to read always playing catch up with that snake but it keeps unfurling further and further hoping against hope you can still partake before your fuel vanishes into the ether this never ending unfolding black dream eludes all who demand the chase its best just to sit by the stream and be enfolded by the soothing grace of the snakes coup de grace
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
draft or dodge conscription or jail exile or war hero traitor or coward choices that define or break who is the enemy the just or unjust war justified by the church who stands aside letting death slip quietly by welcoming death in gods name it shall be done who chose this war justified by the politician arrogance greed and power forcing boys to become men to become killers for the sake of an ‘ism, as told by an idiot who has the most to lose who binds the wounds that bleed the scars that don’t heal the wounds you cannot see none but the fellow beside him neither the church or politicians in whose name their blood is discarded along with their futures whose life is to be sacrificed not mine said the politician, suckling on the teat of corporate greed not mine said the bishop, god made me do it not mine said the arms dealer, I just sell death not mine said the general, I’ve done my time not mine said the wealthy, the poor are the pawns not mine said the socialite, I’ll read it on page seven who has the most to gain At whose cost At what cost WHY? FUCK WAR!
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
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