snapshots of the soul my eyes are with yours bearing the weight of lover's eyes blessed with the eyes of the beloved doorway to the lover’s heart through the looking glass where love resides my eyes too bright blind, beneath your gaze love is blind even with open eyes can't see beyond my lover shot point blank right between the eyes blinded by love
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
if at first you don’t succeed lie, lie and lie again said the politician all lies eventually become truth if truth be told lies become truth if told oft enough all lies eventually trump truth knowledge is more difficult to beat than faith repeat the lie often enough it can be crowned as politics or religion more the fool is the teller even he starts to believe that absurdity can be believed as always twixt and twain lies and damned lies becoming truth
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
the beauty of love all encompassing enfolding potentially unending stop, breathe it just takes a second that’s all it needs love, lust, life always one breath away love is beauty wrapped in the moments of one’s life if you don’t stop to breathe you miss it breathe deep long & slow relish that moment savour it as it passes by maybe you get the chance to breathe it again and again
© 2016 michael d emmerich
empty eyes dull damaged mirrors poor reflections eyes shout silent prayers muted when shut eyes wide open pennies cover the windows copper green are the eyes white eyes tell you to ease the pain slumbering with one eye open eyes wide shut shot between the eyes blackness point blank right between the eyes love is blind even with open eyes
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
Continuing the challenge to keep writing poems of 144 characters or less. Here are three more #micropoems. Poetry for twitter 🙂
1. feed me don’t tease me said the lover gorge yourself on love life & lust said the beloved 2. love is beauty wrapped in the seconds of one’s life if you don’t stop to breath you might just miss it 3. what is worse than death dying leaving nothing unfinished the elusive, yet attainable unfinished life
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
this adventure called life when does it start when do we arrive are we there yet the journey commences for the usual fee can we stop to wallow life says no push on to prevail reality is a beast that we ignore at our peril but ignore we must immerse we must in life we wallow feast at the table even if only for the crumbs is there time make time! the table is always set savour it taste it relish life drink it in smell the scent of lust slay the beast obey all the rules you miss all the roses strive to be drunk on life long for the next adventure then you will know when you arrive
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
when you think to whom do you speak who vets your thoughts if you argue with the voices who wins? are your dreams insane how do you know which voice told you who processes the ideas that churn through your mind some argue only harbour healthy thoughts stay on a happy island shun the other voices mental censorship where does it end just BE allow all the voices no judgement commune with all the voices even those in the deepest recesses of your mind talk to everybody all voices are welcome ruminate, then ACT
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
on the edge of reality shadows seduce the chase begins to catch reality is the chase futile duality of shadows chasing the illusion reality can crumble the most elusive shadows are those hidden in the dark recesses of our minds skirting the shadows of the mind embracing, dancing romancing the shadow of the past, present possible future they cannot be ignored but not always caught inability to see all the shadows at times, they are an illusion but oh, so real our inner struggle on a quest to constantly grasp those elusive shadows it is a winless race but worth running
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
After writing an article; The Art of Silence, and upon further reflection, I penned the following poem. In light of the books and music I have been indulging in of late; this took the poem down a darker path, than initially intended.
everybody should be quiet near a little stream where the wild roses grow and just listen down to the river we ride be silent, listen to your heartbeat take my hand, I'll take yours to much madness and sorrow the loudest words are not spoken living in this age of rage down to the river we go walking towards the light this beautiful place wearing many guises sending me down the river tonight my baby and I the river runs clear in the night no words needed to uncover an ability to let things go take solace in the silence an inner absence of preoccupation masks the hidden messages of compliance do you know where the wild roses grow down by the river together you may get away baptised in the river cleansed be delivered
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
Being reading “War” by Sebastian Junger, and he writes about “the Zen of not fucking up” and the consequences thereof. On an aside, it’s an excellent read of modern day warfare. Highly recommended. That comment got me thinking, reading, writing and then thinking some more. This poem grew out of Zen, War, Dylan and Junger! If you have an aversion to swearing please don’t read this 🙂
down in the valley going to the mountaintop find your Zen in the valley take it with you on your way on high no Zen up there my brother its all down here below deal with the concrete, the grit take wisdom from the now not invisible stuff from ancient books shame on your greed, your wicked schemes modern times thunders in the alley causing a ruckus in the valley everything has potential consequences push for the high mindfulness of not fucking up don’t worry about being worried care about what you care about don’t give a fuck about the rest learn how not to worry about being worried be more joyful, kinder to others plant and see what the earth brings forth follow the zen art of not fucking up enlighten up don’t take yourself to seriously you don't need any guide you already know the way if things don’t work for you then just say, fuck it!
© 2016 Michael D Emmerich
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