closer to edge everyday now any day now it draws nigh into the void how far how high dare we go beyond the realm dare to dream possibilities exist its there within our grasp … closer and closer every day …
© 2017 michael d emmerich
#Poetry&Life
Our Mortal Coil
this life this mortal coil to be or to live shedding this toil just how long is the life we choose to live close your eyes and dream if you dare gaze through the window what looks back in the stain-glass an image a reflection or nothingness look beyond the window into the distance at our own possibilities over the horizon beyond the veil a probable future awaits ........ tear that veil
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Ode to My Beloved
you lift me up and set me down with you life is rich without you its not life this life an another can we expect more stars are raining down as your hair brushes the sky close your eyes and dream if you dare this life and then the next …. into the sunset
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Answers in the Wind
it's all just blowing in the wind when cowls fly and doves scrape the sky angry white horses relentlessly throw themselves against the sand time is like mist sweeping over the mountains swirling …. to and fro its all a daze as shadows become real and ….. questions are answered when the wind blows
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Responsibility Abdicated
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
Blurred Lines
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
Over the Horizon
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
At What Cost
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
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Into the Woods
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
Self Portrait
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
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