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
My goal is to have about 50 poems by year end and then publish the best in an anthology with a short back story to the history/journey it took me to write the poem, and what/where or how I was inspired. Some of them are deeply personal, others are from my past and some are just diatribes about life, the world and all the shit going down . It is amazing how writing in different styles stretches my mind and also how some poems just fly out in machine gun staccato burst and others have to be dragged out over a day or two. Thanks for the feedback and I do hope you are enjoying taking this journey with me, I cant say its always fun, but the thoughts and inspiration sometimes take on their own life and just have to be written.
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
The sea at your feet The wind at your back The horizon in your grasp The weight of the world pressing you down TURN cast your cares aside reach to the future grab the horizon drag it towards you let the wind in your back drive you forward MOVE away from your past write your own future don’t repeat the history let it keep you moving forward FLY like the wind let your feet get wet with the troubles around you keep moving forward stop and you will sink ONWARD your future awaits do not fear the reaper at the rear for he waits for no one for today you fly and tomorrow lies in wait in eager anticipation it is yet to be written
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
have we moved from the age of aquarius to the age of narcissus has the arrogance of entitlement led us down the garden path of hopelessness the era of violence by web post faceless nameless aggression all in the pursuit of their ideology the entitled with their economic superiority need to learn to bite their tongue in the presence of those with smaller bank balances lording ones perceived elevated status at best lowers your intellectual status at worst it negates your work and the work of those with less arrogance why should a healthy bank balance come with a condescending attitude economic might does equate to being right arrogance brings a sense of entitlement in the person more than actual entitlement we are left with the audacity of hope in the presence of arrogance entitlement should not usurp our history let peace be our guide as we chart our way through the islands of arrogance
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
standing alone in a crowd watching waiting looking listening learning the crowd is unsure silence and observation intimidates the watched need to reserve judgement take solace in the fact that as the observed they are learning observing to write learning to observe learning from observing thankful to the observed for the lessons learnt our internal observer pushes us forward driving us towards new horizons calling us to new challenges but judging harshly when we fall short never be scared to stand alone in the crowded silence of your mind
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
how it came to be that cats gave names to humans is very much a mystery, littered with rumour and intrigue for as we have named cats they have in turn named themselves and then they named us their lowly servants who have worshipped them for generations legends allude as to how this came to be but truth be told it is lost in the mists of time in the fjords of Norway Luonnotar the Norse goddess of the earth gave life to this naming process when she gave birth to the world the process is shrouded in secrecy and cat logic and remains largely unknown in the human world (cat logic and the naming process) our primary name is based largely on geographical location and physical appearance so other cats can understand where we fit into their world my primary cat name I have been told is grayman culsac and my wife’s is fairy goddess culsac then there is that name that your cat has for you the secret name that only your cats know no amount of scratches rubs or treats will extract it from kitty but the myths do speak of the secret cat nip recipe but no more of that as I am being given the cats eye so when you next notice your cat in quiet contemplation casting a knowing half opened eye in your direction know that kitty is quietly considering if your secret name is still as apt as it was when kitty first wrapped you around his gracefully extended paw horror of horrors if your secret name is no longer valid for the heavens would open up and swallow you Luonnotar would regurgitate you like a hairball again and again until you become the crazy cat person your kitty desires in every crazy cat person’s history lies at least one hairball reincarnation so when you next notice kitty gazing at you for longer than usual best you scurry over with treats or scratches far be it for you to incur the wrath of the cat gods or as they would say in ancient Egypt Bastet got your tongue (busted or bastard) your choice
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
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