rose petals pressed between blank pages bleeding out, total commitment to the cost of pressing on
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Moving Towards Hope
heard you feeling down show me where it hurts? tell me your story so, I can share your pain I to have that feeling, again of pain fast approaching from where you ask? from the chasm of my self let me get up to hopefully, walk away from this pain this is not who I am, not numb to life, rather alive to possibilities
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus
Hold On!
what is it that we value
what is the cost of that,
which we so value?
what do we owe and to whom?
to save a friendship
or one that you love
that one, who is there for you
loving unconditionally
accepting of you, regardless
of all your baggage and shit
the walls of silence
and absence
hold on to that person
don’t let go
fucking fight
because
to often, we are waiting
for what’s already there
open your eye’s
see the love
right in front of you.
© 2018 michael d emmerich
© 2018 mikesnexus.com
The Forgotten Soldier
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
© 2016 michael d emmerich
© 2016 mikesnexus.com
Shadows of My Mind
skittish shadows, flirting with the smoke filled shadows of my mind and still my mind burns like cheap whisky coursing down my throat while the beckoning, cavernous maw of blackness approaches just another hungry mouth that needs to feed at the trough of my existence
© 2018 michael d emmerich
© 2018 mikesnexus.com
All at Sea
alone adrift all at sea winds prevail and blow endless sky horizon lost in the blue searching for firmer ground white dove released in hope to return with what or not at all
© 2018 michael d emmerich
© 2018 mikesnexus.com
Is it Dark Yet?
shadows fall darkness creeps there is something coming in the crawling dusk we will lose the day when the darkened veil achingly descends how long can we wait? beyond this veil nothingness awaits when will it be rent asunder? by whom? and when they come will they bring the morrow?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
© 2018 mikesnexus.com
Not Yet
it's not dark yet it's not tomorrow yet the sun has not set yet no need to fret yet nothing to regret yet you have not not broken yet so no need to fret ..... yet ....
© 2018 michael d emmerich
© 2018 mikesnexus.com
A White Feather
Inspired to write a poem on peace (after a friend reminded me, by wishing me Happy Peace Day), seeing as the 21st of Sept is the International Day of Peace.
a white feather fell from above
doves circle and soar
a bullet whistles past
blood drips from the bough of a tree
peace in our time is the mantra
can it be believed
cowardice, faith, protection, bravery
peace, needs a chance
so many messages, to which do we cleave
hope from a bygone era
past, present or a probable future
don’t shoot the messenger
white doves circle and soar
hoping they do not perish, bringing their message
doves cry, and hope dies when children perish
may they be lifted on the wings of peace
upwards to a burning sky
to a place with no name
the sun sets on a world in disarray
how many more white feathers need to fall
from a torn and shredded sky
as the tears of doves past rain down
are they at peace?
I can only dream that they are
......
© 2016 / © 2018 michael d emmerich
© 2016 / © 2018 mikesnexus.com
Autumn
falling leaves drifting down colours of rust passing by days grow short nights become cold winters song is calling tis the season of life for remembering, reflecting taking pleasure in past abundance a time of rest, as life wanes or so it should be branches are bare and twisted pain etched across the bark a new beauty emerges in the quiet, new portals open new journeys await upon this threshold we stand harvesting what’s left of life and the fruits born overtime hoping this elixir will suffice to sustain the last leg of our journey
© 2018 michael d emmerich
© 2018 mikesnexus.com
