voices, I think I hear voices who is that oh its just me my still small voice my voice, starting to sound distant maybe I’ll just keep knocking hoping against hope that I open the door but wait, no one there move along, nothing to see that still small voice chasing me away saying be quiet I cannot hear no solace walls close in horizon stretches far away contact, contact yes, a human touch oh, its just me
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
My father would have been 82 today, but sadly he passed away 3 years ago. I still miss him, and have been thinking about him a lot of late. Was lying awake during the night thinking of my father. The loss of a parent who was dearly loved leaves a pain that always lingers.
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
Trust none of what you hear, and less of what you see
Bruce Springsteen – Magic, 2007
trust openness honesty who to trust what to trust deception deceit seen through a veil now hidden obscured mists clouds no rainbows no pots of gold hollow men hollow words blind men blind followers fire below fire above eyes wired shut ears grown closed mouths wide open no sound no trust just white noise
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
to be or not…. the journey along the road leads us to be often waylaid arriving at at juxtaposition junxtion confused over our mother being our lover lost in the paradise of milton’s world unsure if it be heaven or hell one mans heaven being the others hell to have or to have not said the butler living in squalor but trapped in luxury disparity and discord morph into a third way can it all be fair in love and war sound and fury, calm before the storm before and after, fat and thin can all pigs be equal fighting to live battling to not die food to one is death to another in darkness there is light what the dickens is going on wisdom and foolishness battling for hope it springs eternal in the winter of our discontent everything to lose and nothing to win goodness draws forth evil the circle draws to a close the bells toils before the wall is rent asunder the third way beckons like a long lost lover
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
history written by the victorious
remembered by the soldier
forgotten by all
battered, bruised, discarded
honour cast aside
no medals for the forgotten warrior
once forgotten
memories now return
new wounds emerge
new scars
new pain and guilt
but still society forgets
wars once popular
now become an anathema
silence abounds
but the memories remain
history written in black
but remembered in blood
history written in scars
survives beyond the fading text
politicians write the history
soldiers carry the weight of that history
what makes one free the ability to have no cares carry no baggage freedom to move when are we most free when we have no stress when we are able to just be when we have a choice when can we escape why do we want to escape to what are we escaping the fire or the frying pan is not the greatest escape the ability to escape regardless true freedom even it be to grass less green the fire is warmer than the frying pan maybe some of us take solace in its heat
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
as the sun sets and the day draws to a close night stealthily creeps across the land like a plague inexorably it slowly advances without remit or thought one thing slowly becomes another light fades to shadow darkness follows shortly afterwards many become few few become one in the unfolding of night shadows blur the lines that merge into silky blackness enfolding all in its path night becomes one
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
we don’t live her anymore we have since moved on the vacant and to let signs are posted we have no forwarding address we have moved on to another place to call home we are following in the footsteps of our ancestors and yours! they were welcomed with open arms we welcomed them with open arms why do we find the doors closed and signs saying move along nothing to see or do here no place for the refugee, the immigrant no place for those who look different no place for a fellow human being our home becomes the street the tented shelter we don’t live anywhere anymore we have no where to call home so alone
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
what is your pH are you in the Zen or are you just being acidic breath in breath out feel the symmetry of your inner diffusion we could always be in an osmotic state where we spontaneously move to be in balance when we automatically randomly intermingle to find our Zen state the law of henry should be our mantra balance the small stuff, and the big stuff aligns Balance Ying Yang the words that make the Zen go round all of life needs to finds its fulcrum including cellular life as they say in life it’s the small things that matter or is it the matter in the small stuff Find your Zen explore your inner chemistry wear your No. 7 number with pride find your inner balance maybe you will then be in your Zen
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
the battle of life rages on as it has since Cain killed Abel sides are picked weapons are chosen the games dictated by others has begun friends become enemies become friends battles are won and lost mountains are gained and valleys are lost lives are lost for inches and feet leaders spill the blood of others never of their kin or own living or dying in the trenches of life and war in the mix and mess of the trenches we all become equal blood mixes with the soil and the soul in the depths of the dark decisions made can be unmade enemies can become friends who is to say that this life is not precious who can be so bold as to let others suffer for an ideal whilst they wallow in the comfort of their lies sides picked can be unpicked the enemy of my leader does not have to be my enemy decisions made on high can be undone on low when we look into the eyes of our enemy we see but ourselves staring back at us in pity and fear as we gaze into the thousand-yard stare let us see more than the abyss staring back at us as your thumb cocks the hammer as your finger squeezes the trigger as your fist pulls back as your knife is about to plunge first gaze into the mirror of his eyes to see yourself staring back the dignity of living must become the new normal enemies can become friends friends and enemies all long for the same to be able to die at a time and place that they have chosen not chosen for them through lies and deceit as a new day dawns young men should no longer fight the battles of the old men
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
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