easy is the hand that holds the gun steady as you pull the trigger bloody is the hand guided by the steady hand on the hilt uneasy lie the tablets as calm hands hold the water jug its not murder its not death just doing my job not my doing not my responsibility just following orders not even gods will nuremberg defence is no defence at all use your conscience and object
© 2017 michael d emmerich
truth at the flip of a coin heads or tails you still lose do not adjust your set even if it is out of focus blurred lines merging into a gray morass indecipherable enigma's everything and next to nothing reality is transformed fact becomes fiction life becomes reality alternate is the new the norm art is no more drink and feast for tomorrow you die
© 2017 michael d emmerich
what lies over the horizon what is at the end of the road a light? an escape? a void? a sigh of relief or an expectation overcome with emotion weak at the knees weak must be strong stand tall breath deep savour the end the light rapidly advances emerging into ….....
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Been thinking a lot of late about the cost of service, the sacrifice, be it medical, fire, police and military. Read a few clinical articles in the week in JEMS, on PTSD and how services don’t deal with it, and reread an article I wrote awhile back and the article I quoted.
the price you pay come so far waited so long worked so hard only to be in a dream heaven or hell it always changes dark holds the light at bay the more you give the more they take the more they live the more you die stand firm fight for the price you've paid pay in blood sometimes your own some cease feeling for themselves or others teases and the doubts solved by being uncomfortably numb made it back home but how? checking out is possible but you can never leave you can't walk away from the price you pay nothing more wretched than what must be endured been through hell is it all worth it?
© 2017 michael d emmerich
hay little sister
do you understand
no red cape in the woods
will save you
hearts of darkness
bleed on the dark side
all the way
to the golden gate
be warned
scary things lurk in the woods
they said in hushed whispers
as I entered
looking back over my shoulder
with a faint smile
I said
I know....
© 2017 michael d emmerich
life is a mystery my tournament's begun a pickled piper plays his piccolo the choir softly sings my game commences including expenses confidential information? no its my life not a public inquiry the greatest work of art commences my life the pen is poised ink-pot awaits the brushes are ready rainbow colours mixed clean pages await orchestra warms up slowly the grinding wheel turns what will be my epitaph “I don't know” who sets the rules attempt what is not certain when will certainty arrive divining signs mislead my valuable delusion knowledge is a deadly friend inspiration emerges from the womb confusion, questions, not knowing swarms of questions always emerge small questions flying on mighty wings the rainbow fades the ink runs dry dry nibs scar the once clean slate leaving to never return confusion will be my epitaph
© 2017 michael d emmerich
a natural state of perception acknowledging that possible negative truth of our universe behind its mask lies that face of decay hiding always ready paranoia declares the end result of all eventuality is death intimacy with death the essence of creative thinking fuels our passion tending not to be life-affirming rather, a negative potential taking to its logical conclusion life in its abundance that’s the secret to life eternal paranoia that’s how we do it
© 2017 michael d emmerich
in the still of the night silence reigns until it is rent asunder ….. by that chilling sound …....... the silent scream …... it rips across the valley floor for all who do not hear … to hear condemning them to a sleepless night …..... filed with dreams ….. just another night of the waking dead
© 2017 michael d emmerich
air goes in and out blood goes round and round that says the medic keeps you alive in sickness and death illness and injury not all goes as it should this is well noted blood and guts sickness and death that last ….. potential breath affirms our quest intimacy with death fuels our passion in life in its abundance ours and yours … the next patient
© 2017 michael d emmerich
the evil that men do
in the name of a god
is not in god’s name
but rather
evil enacted
in their name
hypocrisy prevails
in whose name?
some faceless god?
no…….
just greed
and the face on the lucre
the victorious
the arrogant
the ungodly
there is no god of the righteous
only the greedy
might is not always right
but greed trumps
"in god's name"
is now a lament of regret
what have we become
© 2017 michael d emmerich
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