mlmichael

A Light show

remember the raver with the lights?
with the glow-sticks they juggled through their fingers?
you saw them standing in front of hypnotized ravers,
waving and spinning their sticks around awed eyes,
in perfect sync with the pounding-beat, the grooving-melody.[…]

A Light Show
/remembering the raver/

remember the raver with the lights?
with the glow-sticks they juggled through their fingers?
you saw them standing in front of hypnotized ravers,
waving and spinning their sticks around awed eyes,
in perfect sync with the pounding-beat, the grooving-melody.
…
you remember wondering, what the hell are they on?
and when that eight minute song ended, 
the hypnotized party smiled deeply; 
they exchanged unheard appreciations,
and went their separate ways.
…
you followed glow-sticks to a water cooler.
you sat down as they drank their water
and offered a compliment about their performance;
and because you were more curious than conscious,
you also asked, ‘was that person watching you tripping?’
“probably, I don’t know.” they said. 
‘oh, you don’t know them?’ you asked, 
and with smiling eyes, you added; ‘are you tripping?’ 
they laughed. “no, I’m not. I’m just having a good time”
which made you laugh too, and you said,
‘well - good for you, friend.’

M. L. Michael
-8-29-9-

About…

(all thunderstorm and little rain)

doll – It pains me to say-
you’re all thunderstorm,
and very little rain…
you can’t arrive in subtly,
no, you must be perceived…
you must gather upon the horizon…[…]

(all thunderstorm and little rain)

doll – It pains me to say-
 you’re all thunderstorm,
 and very little rain…
 you can’t arrive in subtly,
 no, you must be perceived…
 you must gather upon the horizon…
 
To make your arrival all-known,
 your show is equal parts flash and impression;
 with all the bling of your lightning,
 and all the bravado of your thunder.

Despite my better(/bitter) feelings,
 I struggle against the electricity of your arrival,
 the electricity you always generate in the air, 
 for all parts of me to stand at attention,
 (in a form of heightened anticipation)
 of what cooling, soothing, wonder
 you will welcome upon me..

Much to my chagrin – most of this is charade,
because at the Peak of your Performance
 (this impressive 4th of July impression) 
 I’m practically begging to experience your shower,
 which you take as a cue to slowly dissipate away,
 you float away and leave me the thirsting flower…

Well, no more, because now I see past your style,
 and straight through to a lack of substance..
 which is why I say with a bit of regret and a bit of pain,
 you’re all thunderstorm,
 and very little rain…

M. L. Michael
07/22/09/

About…

Depressed Ppl Have Depressed Perceptions

In all quiet, timid, confidentiality she reveled to me
that rainstorms depress her; they fill her up with woe.

Incredulous, I implored her to explore her reasoning,
reveal to me the method behind her sadness…

Gradually she surrendered, slowly she began,
“First off, they are always so dark, they’re always so dreary.
You can tell it is storming outside because daylight fights back poorly,[…]

Depressed Ppl Have  Depressed Perceptions.

In all quiet, timid, confidentiality she reveled to me
that rainstorms depress her; they fill her up with woe.

Incredulous, I implored her to explore her reasoning,
reveal to me the method behind her sadness…

Gradually she surrendered, slowly she began,
“First off, they are always so dark, they’re always so dreary.
 You can tell it is storming outside because daylight fights back poorly,
 the world you see becomes blanketed by a bluesy song.
 Then – there’s this deathly still that permeates like its own special cloud,
 Birds cease their chattery song, insects cease their chittery call…
 Everyone’s scared into silence at the raging potential of their Mother Nature.

 Because, of course, when it rains – it always pours..
 as if Nature is scorned, and her punish is downpour,
 so much sometimes, it’s as if she’s telling us to drown…
  ‘Here – you pagans, you want my lifeblood, 
   you take it! You choke it down!
   How pathetic you jump with fright
   …at the snap of my finger!!
   How sad you quiver
   when I scorch the earth with my stinger!!

   And after it passes – there’s always this moment of recovery
   Those living must gather their wits and their things
   Shake of this saturation – try and salvage themselves
   For the next storm that comes – that always comes…

M, L. Michael
7/23/09

About…

behold blind beauty

How does a blind person define Beauty?
If they were born blind,
How would they define Beauty?

Better yet, How do I define Beauty?
Beauty is what I find pleasant, what stirs my center silly. […]

Behold Blind Beauty
(an inner dialogue about blindness and beauty)


How does a blind person define Beauty?
If they were born blind, 
How would they define Beauty? 

Better yet, How do I define Beauty?
        Beauty is what I find pleasant, what stirs my center silly. 
And what about Beauty stirs me so?
	I don’t know. I know it when I see it. 
Yes, because I am lucky to see it. . . but what of the blind? 
If that is how I define it, then they could never know it.

…

And still a blind person can know Beauty,
and perhaps theirs is a more honest point of view, 
Because the beauty they witness 
is the beauty of action
ringing true.

-6/27/09-
M. L. Michael

About…

am i the only one

am I the only one
who hears an ominous ticking sound,
just beyond the realm of what we know?
Is it ticking up, or is it ticking down?

If it is ticking up,
I like to believe the human spirit
marches to the beat in our hearts,[…]

am I the only one
who hears an ominous ticking sound,
just beyond the realm of what we know?
Is it ticking up, or is it ticking down?

If it is ticking up,
I like to believe the human spirit 
marches to the beat in our hearts,
and so as long as our hearts are pumping,
this human spirit will keep on marching.

If it is ticking down,
I hate to imagine the human spirit
gasping its last breaths away 
beneath the crushing iron heel 
of gross ignorance, grosser confidence.
…
The answer is no,
and the answer is neither.


6/22/09
M. L. Michael

About…

in honor of…

Serendipity showed me this DJ spinning something sweet,
She called herself The DJ Reverend Kathy Russell.

I called her The Reverend of The Church of Sound.
(with the Church, a Dance Hall, and the Sound, the Meaning)
She’s the Spiritual Leader in this House of Worship,
and…damn, can she get this House Worshipping![…]

In Honor Of…
The DJ Reverend Kathy Russell
(first draft)

Serendipity showed me this DJ spinning something sweet,
She called herself The DJ Reverend Kathy Russell. 
I called her The Reverend of The Church of Sound.
 (with the Church, a Dance Hall, and the Sound, the Meaning)
She’s the Spiritual Leader in this House of Worship,
and…damn, can she get this House Worshipping!
Worshipping by hopping and bopping, plus all kinds of moving.
Not only for the Beats that she doth Preach - 
but for the Shake of her Neon-Soul – her Electric-Shimmy-Grooving. 

             …and …damn, don’t get me started on the way this girl moves,
             when she spins, I think, Fuck! That’s Seductive!
             She’s this Ball of Constant Energy Unwinding – 
             this Kinetic Force, this Radiating Force –
             Forcefully Radiating, her energy becomes 
             a Contagion – where she becomes the Patient Zero - 
             of the virus known as Beat. 
             A virus that spreads indiscriminately throughout the dance-floor, 
             and depending on your tolerance,
             or depending on your susceptibility, 
             will determine its success…
             Yes it is a virus – and she is our Patient Zero…



…No, no, virus is an ugly word to depict something so Beautiful. 
This is Non-Denominational Religion, 
This is Belief in the Sound,
This is Belief in only what is Sound.
And this is a DJ who has earned the title: 
The DJ Reverend Kathy Russell…


M. L. Michael 
6/17/09

About…

graveyard hopping on 6th street

I heard stories of a place
Where one could meet fellow lonely ghosts…
Where spirits drowned in spirits and
Every ghost shared what made them go Boo…

All of these lonely ghosts…
So many sad ghosts…[…]

Graveyard Hopping on 6th Street


I heard stories of a place
Where one could meet fellow lonely ghosts…
Where spirits drowned in spirits and
Every ghost shared what made them go Boo…

All of these lonely ghosts…
So many sad ghosts…
All of them lingering ghosts…

Each one haunting a familiar sight…
Each one moaning a tragic plight…

Ah – this gathering of ghosts,
They’ve delayed the haunting of their gravesite,
To haunt a different kind of graveyard,
           …a different kind of loss…
Instead of lamenting over headstone inscriptions,
They’ll lament over half-empty glasses,
And the finality of the bartender’s last call…
 
Oh – these sad, lonely ghosts, 
All they ever wanted was another ghost to haunt with…
Someone they can share with a séance…
Someone they can share with the scare of Death…

Really, what ghost could say no?


M. L. Michael 
6/16/09

About…

Bee

Be…
Bee…
Be Yourself First…
Si…
See Yourself First…

Be as a Bee…[…]

Bee

Be…
Bee…
Be Yourself First…
Si…
See Yourself First…

Be as a Bee…
Solely concerned with Beeing…
Solely consumed with Pollinatin’ 
Solely controlled with Procreatin’…
Solely contented with Beeing…

See…
A Good Bee is a True Bee…
A True Bee is a Blessing – 
Don’t You See?
Si…
You See…
Without a True Bee – Where Are We?
We be Flowerless…
We be Powerless…

M. L. Michael
6/11/09

About…

a cheeky, cheeky, goal

It is my Goal to make you Squirm,
my Goal to make you giggly,
oh so wriggly,
to catch you ‘neath my thumb;
‘twixt your pleas of glees,
and your moans of hums… […]

A Cheeky, Cheeky Goal
(to make you Squirm) v.4

It is my Goal to make you Squirm,
my Goal to make you giggly, 
                                               oh so wriggly,
to catch you ‘neath my thumb;
‘twixt your pleas of glees,  
                                          and your moans of hums…
Ah, that is my Goal,
                                   to make you Squirm -deliriously…


Yes… …I’ll wait to come for you…
if you’ll do this favor by answering 
my invitation of a shared surrender:

          I’m talking of
          Rollicks and Romps, thru Sweet-Glistening-Meadows –
          Rollercoasting along Tender-Mountains and Shimmery-Valleys,
          and Exclamations of earUpting ecstasies! 
          –
          (with breathless pants of pure-true-pleasures,
          and all our sighs… our soft sighs – 
          our sound sighs – our spiritual sighs,
          our symphony of simply sensual sanctity…)

Yes, it is my Goal to make you Squirm,
my Goal to impact a part of my Passion,
_to treat your body as rich as a mansion_
because, yes, it is my Goal, it is my Honor, 
to make you Squirm, to make you Soar…

06/02/09
M. L. Michael

About…

the titanic generation

With streamers, noise-makers, confetti, and champagne,
We imply the integrity of our combined technological efforts;
A sound ship to cross the Cold, Frozen, Wasteland Waters,
And arrive with fanfare in a Melting-Pot-City-of-Ideas.

So full of ourselves, we Worship our Progress
only to fall victim to Hubris, our Devil-By-Creation.[…]

The Titanic Generation

With streamers, noise-makers, confetti, and champagne, 
We imply the integrity of our combined technological efforts;
A sound ship to cross the Cold, Frozen, Wasteland Waters, 
And arrive with fanfare in a Melting-Pot-City-of-Ideas.

So full of ourselves, we Worship our Progress
only to fall victim to Hubris, our Devil-By-Creation.
Too Proud were we, to see the Arctic for the Icebergs,
or the Structural Integrity for the Lapses in Judgment. 

…looking back, such a disaster appears inevitable.


/05/26/09
M. L. Michael