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
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
bend that bow draw that string pluck that apple aim straight and true no telling what may happen as the apple balances precariously on that head lived vicariously pierced deliciously desirous of heaven’s gate? pierced to the core bitten off more than one should swallow all a quiver as eden’s gate beckons
© 2017 michael d emmerich
This poem goes out to my buddy and dear friend, Victor …thinking of you dude 🙂
the struggle against adversity brings forth changes dragging one up or down push upward reaching for higher levels of functioning which did not previously exist building resilience absorbing damage but not failing bouncing back
© 2017 michael d emmerich
where the neck meets the shoulder the head slowly turns creating mysterious shadows and hollows the extension of her leg as she reaches rising, pushing grasping, holding the swell of her breasts as she slowly inhales and then oh, so exquisitely exhales the allure of the thigh disappearing upwards towards that mons aahhh the beauty of it all …. with those dangerous alluring curves
© 2017 michael d emmerich
it’s all gods will I was made to do it evil deeds as a “good man” the hypocrisy of it all god is good as long as it’s my god on whose side is god the victor or the vanquished the entitled or the underdog whose god is on your side?
© 2017 michael d emmerich
creeping relentlessly onward
with its hunger
yet to be sated
only tamed by the belief
of that seductive attraction
pulling opposites into orbit
closer and closer
until two worlds collide
exploding in a frenzy of passion
live for now one ride one chance seize it it’s all we have no return ticket just a one-way trip straight over the horizon …. and begone
© 2017 michael d Emmerich
Anthem for Doomed Youth What passing bells for those who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns, Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons, No mockeries for them from prayers and bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, – The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes, The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of silent minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds. Wilfred Owen
How can one read that poem and not have a tear or two in ones eye or a lump in one throat. In memory of the fallen soldier and the many young men forced to fight old men’s battles, I am posting a few of the poems I have written about war and the price that youth have to pay for the greed of others.
Please visit my Facebook page where I am posting a few more of the poems I have written over the years on war its burden and cost.