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
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
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
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
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
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
A poem written after being away from my love for 3 months, and am now finally heading home … 🙂
a trail of discarded clothes leads to a pit of desire primal urges released tenderness and lust a little bit of animal is exposed conflicting emotions tender caresses unleashing sweat, tears, yearning and savagery bitten by love drowning in our love as I drink of you sated yet still hungry drenched in love and lust we sleep
© 2017 michael d emmerich
red mist glazes over it’s to dark to see the eyes glaze over into that 1000 yard stare darkness draws nigh the veil is torn the pathway opens yes, I have seen the world but not sure which darkness draws nigh I am coming not one second to soon as the tragedy of history repeats itself
© 2017 michael d emmerich
time spent apart is lost in life’s forgotten mist never to be recovered lost but not forgotten distance …. makes the heart grow distant bridging the gap of miles never comes easy broken bridges, rebuilt over time broken memories need to be stronger than any broken bridge absence …. makes the heart grow absent times cloak of darkness descends and masks light, love and memories build memories must be built to withstand the storms of life when miles come between love like time is constant
© 2017 michael d emmerich
My 55th birthday poem, a present to myself …. you decide if it is inspiring or depressing ….♥
closer to the edge
day by day
I skirt the sepia
my darkness
my solitude
I’ll lock the door
block the door
maybe step outside
and change the world
welcome to my world
my inner eternal battles
where even blood is gray
when coagulated by time
hope pushes out fear
pain and despair
is it all in vain
as I chase the gray
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