mlmichael

Ideas as children

See your Ideas as you See your Children-
don’t mother them so close –
don’t father them so tight –
withAllYourLoveandFear
that you barelygivethemspace to
B r e a t h e and B r e a t h e
Renewed-[…]

Ideas As Children


See your Ideas as you See your Children-
don’t mother them so close – 
don’t father them so tight –
withAllYourLoveandFear
that you barelygivethemspace to
B r e a t h e and B r e a t h e
Renewed-

Don’t be afraid to loosen that Grip-
and grant them the Freedom
to root out into the World
and Grow-
and Evolve-

If all is Well,
if they are Good-
they will Return,
they will be Stronger.

M. L. Michael 
5/22/09

About…

to those who use atheist as a dirty word

I hope no one gets me wrong.
I hope no one thinks I loathe the light
(or – that I know all that’s right).
Far from the truth, I claim only my love to give love,
and I’m amazed and justified every time I hear
of some ful-of-wonder person completing
an act of able-love – human compassion, […]

To those who use Atheist as a dirty word…

I hope no one gets me wrong.
I hope no one thinks I loathe the light 
(or - that I know all that’s right).
Far from the truth, I claim only my love to give love,
and I’m amazed and justified every time I hear
of some ful-of-wonder person completing 
an act of able-love - human compassion,
and I’m unhinged and mortified every time I hear
of some ful-of-fervor person creating
an act of able-hate - human destruction.

/05/16/09/
M. L. Michael

About…

A jessica rose

What is the beauty of a Jessica Rose;
What words can summon the impact of such a strong flower?
How can I come close to voicing a true reflection
of such a complex being as intricate as the Rose I hope to honor?[…]

A Jessica Rose
(In remembrance of Jessica McClanahan
who passed away in Spring)

What is the beauty of a Jessica Rose;
What words can summon the impact of such a strong flower?
How can I come close to voicing a true reflection
of such a complex being as intricate as the Rose I hope to honor?

…

Our Rose sprouted blooming, from beginning early on,
And never did our Rose wither for all her livelong days,
With Roots stretched far, spread far throughout Earth,
And Petals like pink presents, wrapped permanent with promise.

…

Try as I ought, my words hold naught against that Rose’s part,
When one could find the Rose tall as the Sun, proud in the Meadow;
But Good-Golly, I’m okay - knowing that Rose is grander now,
Spread far throughout all Earth and saturating our thoughts.

-04-27-09-
M. L. Michael

About…

Don’tcha know…

Don’t’cha know I am a fool;
I am a semi-psuedo-philosopher,
slinging soft wisdom & speaking ape-shit.

I’m only so smart as the many mistakes I make,
mistakes I continue to find as long as
there are opportunities left to break.[…]

Don’t’cha know…


Don’t’cha know I am a fool; 
I am a semi-psuedo-philosopher,
slinging soft wisdom & speaking ape-shit.

I’m only so smart as the many mistakes I make,
mistakes I continue to find as long as
there are opportunities left to break.

‘I will show you fear in a handful of dust’,
or so someone more wise gathered,

which causes me to break apart
and reflect:

give me a handful of dust and
I will show you life too stubborn to rest.
.
.
.
Rephrasing, I’m thinking of the farmer common,
who takes the seeds of the fallen
and plants them in earth relieved,
and with water as a gift of love received,
swells pride from watching life blooming anew.



4/5/09
M. L. Michael

About…

a good catholic’s comedy

Sunday, they preach of fire and brimstone
and nonbelievers mixed
with all shades of sinners.

Down where Ghandi wails for God,
as a tempest below dizzies
Shakespeare forever in disarray, […]

A good Catholic’s Comedy
(with respects to Dante)

Sunday, they preach of fire and brimstone
	 and nonbelievers mixed 
         with all shades of sinners.

         Down where Ghandi wails for God,
         as a tempest below dizzies
         Shakespeare forever in disarray,
         and only a few circles further,
         Hitler boils in a river of blood,
         whilst over on the bank,
         Slyvia Plath and Ernest Hemmingway
         cry bloody awful in a mournful sway.


Monday, they preach of peace and love,
	   compassion and understanding,
	   everlasting,
	   (reserved strictly for the believers)
  

4/4/09
M. L. Michael

About…

a penny saved is a penny wasting.

You don’t have to go far in America
to find a penny discarded on the ground,
even heads up it’s still stepped upon,
this penny makes me ponder, is this America?

Citizens argue that the penny is waste,
7 billion pennies produced a year […]

A Penny Saved Is A Penny Wasting.

You don’t have to go far in America
to find a penny discarded on the ground,
even heads up it’s still stepped upon,
this penny makes me ponder, is this America?

Citizens argue that the penny is waste,
7 billion pennies produced a year
at the cost of nearly 100 million.
100 million broken dollars, 
littered all across the country. 
.
Yet still the penny is spared,
because still the penny has fans,
and the penny has fathers fat off zinc…
These fans that would rather cling to nostalgia
than acknowledge sense and end the charade,
and these fathers that would rather sully the streets 
than accept their ride for its final worth.

No, the penny meant something once,
but unlike America,
it can never return to that meaningful place.

03-12-09
M. L. Michael

About…

i cannot turn on the tv

I cannot turn on the TV,
I cannot open my web browser,
I cannot pick up a newspaper or a magazine,
and I cannot go out into public,
without hearing some form of Fear being spread. […]

I cannot turn on the TV,
I cannot open my web browser,
I cannot pick up a newspaper or a magazine, 
and I cannot go out into public, 
without hearing some form of Fear being spread.

Fear is a virus, 
and everyone that is infected feels this inherent urge to share and propagate.
Although everyone may differ on exact ideology
they all maintain the principle of Fear,
Fear of the Unknown, 
or Fear of what’s Different. 

I don’t have to go far to find one afraid.
Even the broadest shouldered man 
could shiver my bones with tales of conspiracies.. 
and even the shiniest aura’d man 
could shiver my spirit with prophecies of the armageddon…

*

Give me the company of those joyous,
and fearful only when 
fear becomes the only thing left…

03/09/09
M. L. Michael

About…

Bless This existence

Bless This Existence
How lucky are we !
(To experience the fruit of experience.)
Why Would Any Sad Soul
Ever desire something other ?
(To gamble on the meaning of existence.)

Bless This Existence
How lucky are we !
(To experience the fruit of experience.)
Why Would Any Sad Soul
Ever desire something other ?
(To gamble on the meaning of existence.)

/03/05/09
M. L. Michael

About…

real vampeer

A warning to all those Bright and Kind:
Vampeer are here and their thirst is real,
They hunger for a sustenance they can’t define,
Unable to salvage purpose through what’s material…

Folklore be damned, for molding myth with matter,
Vampeer are not immortal, nor opponents of the Sun, […]

Real Vampeer


A warning to all those Bright and Kind:
Vampeer are here and their thirst is real,
They hunger for a sustenance they can’t define,
Unable to salvage purpose through what’s material…

Folklore be damned, for molding myth with matter,
Vampeer are not immortal, nor opponents of the Sun,
They share no lineage to Cain and Lillith, nor that of Judas,
But without a breath they will betray the meek for little more than coin…

Driven by an emptiness that preludes their being,
They will seduce, they will play up to play thru,
Given to a desire that supercedes their meaning,
They will confuse, they will build up to build thru…

Give naught of yourself to those that return less,
Sustain yourself as the treasure others wish to possess.


/02/26/09/
M. L. Michael

About…

The merit of remembrance

<p align="Dearest love, I’m sorry to say goodbye
In such a way that has your heart in tatters,
If there was anyway I could ease your tears,
I’d ask that you love my memory strongest.

There’s no eternal space, there’s no infinite span,
That my spirit cannot cross when divined by memory, […]

The Merit of Remembrance
(An Eulogy for Mr. “Johnny” Lanier)

Dearest love, I’m sorry to say goodbye
In such a way that has your heart in tatters,
If there was anyway I could ease your tears,
I’d ask that you love my memory strongest.

There’s no eternal space, there’s no infinite span,
That my spirit cannot cross when divined by memory,
There’s no forever ever, there’s no never then,
That can dim this Light that I’ve passed on.

Sweetest love, this might have been goodbye, 
But I promise I haven’t truly gone anywhere,
Because the moment everyone said I departed,
Became the moment I forever remained at home.

Finally, I will say there’s no saying farewell
When remembrance resurrects who I am and what I meant,
And when you recall that twinkle in my eye,
You share it with the world to cherish and celebrate.


2/16/09 
M. L. Michael