pain fast approaches crashing into you ripping all asunder pulling it in close embracing, holding desperately trying to keep all the broken pieces together ....... clinging not ignoring desperately hoping to transform ........ pain to compassion anger into love fear into kindness ....... needing positive energy to sustain through the travails and tempest that assail on this journey
© 2018 michael d emmerich
I’ve always had expectations from the first time we met realised our dreams forged in conflict on life’s anvil the world keeps spinning even when you let go although my head is spinning as it all slows down the forge cools my dreams keep recurring I don’t want to wake up to the possibility of diminished expectations and forgotten memories ……. but still I linger for the dreams to become real expectations
© 2018 michael d emmerich
the house stands all alone on the hill shuttered and drawn I approach in darkness all is locked, silent and dark I seek some way in but to no avail no one answers my knocking a sliver of light at an upstairs window a shadow beckons is this the glimmer of hope that will open the door? I patiently wait …..
© 2018 michael d emmerich
hole in my heart finger on the trigger where am I headed who the fuck knows road of no return grapes of uncertainty pressed into wine of despair camp fire light beckons so what! ….. who the fuck cares
© 2018 michael d emmerich
I wrote this poem in Nov 2016 as 3 separate poems, but they are meant to be read as one. Here it is re-edited and posted in its entirety. The poem emerges from the cocoon of my reading and musings of TS Elliot, Dante, Descartes and some Arthur Conan Doyle.
1.
when you down who lifts you up
when you are lost who finds you
when you fall, is it from grace
if so, whose grace
who is lost with you
who binds the wounds
whom do you discover, when you are down
yourself or another
what awaits over the horizon
what lies beneath the wounds
what lifts you up
come on rise up
we rise by lifting others up
we discover ourselves when lost
we need not be alone
come on, stand together
every breath is a doorway
to heaven or hell
so just breath
and rise up
2.
as you await at
breaths doorway
just breathe
and see what awaits
as you pause to exhale
by not breathing
we are forced to choose
heaven or hell
but let not fear inspire
either mortality or immortality
let Virgil be your guide
through the mythical dark wood
of spiritual values
that at times
perverts' human intellect
the pilgrims journey
demands questions be answered
within the dark forest
on a crooked path
the meaningful can become meaningless
as we journey on a quest
into the unlit darkness
3.
we are on a journey
on a quest
into the darkened heart
of life, doubts and dreams
that search for proof of life
strength in life, rests on doubt
accept that which you know to be true
are dream states virtual reality
is life one constant dream
what is real?
let knowledge be your secure foundation
not the imagination thereof
but the doubt thereof
let doubt be your proof of life
doubt creates sanity
life is stronger than anything the mind can invent
what is real are our thoughts
doubt your senses
doubt your existence
rise up and claim your reality
think,
therefore, you live
step over the portal into the atrium not the inner chamber just visiting it all seems so familiar but it’s not music’s playing don’t know the playlist coffee’s warm but tastes different just need to lay my head where my hat lies maybe next time
© 2018 michael d emmerich
cold chains hold me down black holes suck me in medicine for the soul best taken cold and dry iron chains draggin’ me down sliding down a muddy hillside into a strange world in me or in you?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
bleeding tears of blood heart rent asunder the yawning chasm looms balancing on a precipice tottering towards a fall the cold slap of reality awakens you from that dream to drag you into a nightmare
© 2018 michael d emmerich
oh the tenuous existence that we lead and the tapestry that we weave these many threads combining into that visage of our current existence one loose thread at some locus snagging on a point in time the fabric of that moment begins to unravel that fabric of time unravelling revealing a threadbare image hanging by a thread that unwoven life
© 2018 michael d emmerich
a home coming poem for my beloved … (PG rated) – followed by the gorgeous voice and lyrics of Skylar Grey – Coming Home, Part II
coming home home coming coming at home beautiful expressions amazing spaces gorgeous times always returning for more always coming ….. home
© 2017 michael d emmerich
For all those traveling at this time of the year, travel safely as you journey to friends and family … as for me I will be with my family for New Years 🙂
Now listen to the haunting gorgeous voice of Skylar Grey
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