only when we acknowledge that we are all mad will it all make sense and mysteries, contradictions will no longer be …….. life stands still clarity achieved
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Poetry
Whose Rules
like shifting desert sands rules keep changing greedy corporates keeping the leash short work hard, be honest play by the rules it all comes to naught they fuck you over hung out to dry despite playing fair they don’t care you still fucked
© 2017 michael d emmerich
The Road oft Travelled
travelling into my space that road oft travelled neither visitor or tenant be just passing by stopping to stare donning spectacles of perspective discovering what lies beneath as I a passer-by be dream or dead space? haunted by conversations of those who reside on yonder neighbours they not be in transit, not overnighting reading what lies beneath obligated to document that others might believe
© 2017 michael d emmerich
My Poetry is …..
neither a shout or a scream not a whimper or a whisper …..... but an eruption of emotion from within …....... once released it plots its own path and passion towards darkness or light ...
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Alive, but?
duty calls conflicting with the heart which is more important what do we know? does not knowing burden the weary traveller sadness presses down but we are alive beaten down by the weight of fate alone we stand shoulder to shoulder how cautious can we be? stand up and be free whilst continuously coming up for air
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Obligations of Life
outward bound battered suitcase by my side backpack slung over shoulder closing door pushes me out taxi, plane and bus awaits on the road again wife and lover left behind mama don’t cry for me as I go down that lonesome road again not to live just to work off to work I go obligations, complexity …. perspective still it sucks
© 2017 michael d emmerich
#micropoetry No. 10
Continuing the challenge to keep writing poems of 144 characters or less. Here are a few more #micropoems. Poetry for twitter
1. fact becomes fiction reality becomes life alternate is the new the norm drink and feast for tomorrow you die 2. travelling into my space the road less travelled dipping in and out just visiting a scary process discovering what lies beneath at my place 3. poets, dreamers & writers who do you talk to and where do you go? to those who live in strange places dead spaces and dream places?
© 2017 michael d emmerich
My Space
travelling into my space the road less travelled it’s better this way dipping in and out not to live just to visit it can be a scary process discovering what lies beneath in my space
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Defining Self
the present is a construct of the past every breath we have taken is the sum of who we are that past we remember does it affect our present? does forgetting cleanse our slate? are we bound by the rattling cold chains that bind us to as distant memory? does time eventually conquer us? are we only doomed to repeat history if we remember it? the constant past that never leaves is it a blessing or a curse? do moments give birth to new moments? or are they transformed into the next state of flux that clean slate of the now is ready redefine the now using yesterday’s palette paint a new tomorrow
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Certainty
inspiration, that which born from not knowing drives us to discover to tackle the uncertain in the hope that certainty arrives grasping at the uncertainty of life pushes us to embrace that continuum of not knowing if or when certainty will arrive but arrive it will turning the unknown into the known that empty canvas into the most majestic sunrise on a glorious new day flush with new discoveries
© 2017 michael d emmerich
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