mlmichael

for you – in pain

My love – I write these words
with all kinds the kinds of healing in mind –
and behind the every rhyme of every line
I’m hoping for a remedial result of any kind.[…]

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For You – In Pain

My love – I write these words
with all kinds the kinds of healing in mind – 
and behind the every rhyme of every line
I’m hoping for a remedial result of any kind.

So, whenever you feel that monster creeping on, uninvited, 
do me a favor, find a book to love, and lose yourself in the story,
and if that monster still refuses to back down or be quieted
do me a favor, find a lover to love, and lose yourself in the glory.

Which makes this little note my tender request,
to find the right words to release that good from out of your chest… 
and whenever you find yourself racked with pain again
cherish these words and hold them deep within…

I’ll never be able to wish away all your pain
especially if I can’t even wish away my own,
and although we may be stuck with a lot of discomfort and some disdain,
we can take all that horrible shit and transform it into something magnificently our own.

-10-12-08-
M. L. Michael

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Pfenix – noun, [fee-niks]

What’s in the mind of a pfenix
that allows it to writhe perfectly well
within the fiery limitations of a daily hell?

What’s in the heart of a pfenix
that beats defiant against an unseen tyrant,
and just drums along to an unheard song?[…]

Pfenix - noun, [fee-niks]
1. a mythological bird/ 2. a survivor, and a strong willed person/ 3. capable of taking tragedy and being reborn by it

What’s in the mind of a pfenix 
that allows it to writhe perfectly well
within the fiery limitations of a daily hell?



What’s in the heart of a pfenix
that beats defiant against an unseen tyrant,
and just drums along to an unheard song?


What is in the body of a pfenix
that can weather the punishment of a hellstorm,
and somehow emerge scarred into a beautiful form?


What is it in a pfenix,
that defies any standard explanation
by becoming victorious after the moment of combustion?  

 
-7-25-08
M. L. Michael

About…

PT (physical therapy) @ Warm springs

lucky me!
today at PT there was a new girl fluttering around,
a student, apparently, a golden student, a smiling student,
a someone student worth something more,
and when I found myself pushing past my limit and
fatiguing the world way out, I had an epiphany; […]

PT (Physical Therapy) @ Warm Springs

lucky me!
today at PT there was a new girl fluttering around,
a student, apparently, a golden student, a smiling student,
a someone student worth something more,
and when I found myself pushing past my limit and
fatiguing the world way out, I had an epiphany;
what every PT patient needs
is a golden, smiling, someone student
to coach and cheer them on.

07/05/08
M. L. Michael

About…

Safe sex

I made love to her when she wasn’t looking,
when her back was turned I fell pen to paper
and composed this poem like an act of passion-playing.
…I took my time to drink her up;
and like a bourbon shiver down the spine
,
her ravenette beauty inebriated the best of me
into a fervor of jesus! shouting! jubilee! […]

Safe Sex

I made love to her when she wasn’t looking,
when her back was turned I fell pen to paper
and composed this poem like an act of passion-playing.
…I took my time to drink her up;
and like a bourbon shiver down the spine,
her ravenette beauty inebriated the best of me
into a fervor of jesus! shouting! jubilee!

Peering from this journal,
I studied hard her shape
& fantasized l_o_n_g her form,
I searched for metaphors in the shadows of the norm.
And with these eyes closed,
I imagined these words are these fingers,
surfing all her skin,
and with these eyes closed,
I dreamt these rhymes are these lips,
savoring all the sin.

So, I made love to her when she wasn’t looking…
I did it all with this pen and paper.

06/28/08
M. L. Michael

About…

Last call.

I’m just calling to say,
I’m never calling again.
I’m tired of being your security blanket –
your 2AM shot of self esteem,
whenever your feeling freshly rejected or
not loved quite enough, you call on me
to shower you with thunderous affection. […]

Last Call
(not your security blanket)

I’m just calling to say,
I’m never calling again.
I’m tired of being your security blanket – 
your 2AM shot of self esteem,
whenever your feeling freshly rejected or
not loved quite enough, you call on me
to shower you with thunderous affection.
and as much as I love you, I have to cut you off.
I’ve got to cut these strings that tie you to my heart,
And it’s time I take the time to watch you drift away… 

Because as much as I love you, 
your love remains a variable unknown.
and as it seems, I only seem as important the week or more
we’re back on, and then whenever you’ve either
a) had your fill, or b) found a hotter prospect,
you disappear, and you leave me wanting... 

Which makes me wonder if that’s
exactly what you’ve wanted all along.
for instance, the last thing you’d do before you go
is kiss me on the lips, and let that linger…
and then *poof* you’re absence is fodder
for my heart to grow fonder…

So… no more of that.
no more countless text messages saying, 
“i miss u” or  “i heart u” 
especially when that’s all we ever seem to say.

So… goodbye, for now. 
maybe you can get back with me 
when you understand yourself a little better, 
and you no longer need a security blanket
to make you feel secure. 

06/12/08 
M. L. Michael

About…

pledge of allegiance. two point oh.

pledge of allegiance. two point oh.

i pledge allegiance to the Flag
of a country i no longer understand,
and to the Republic that barely stands,
one Nation, divided by god, ironically
promising Liberty and Justice for all.
[…]

pledge of allegiance. two point oh.

i pledge allegiance to the Flag
of a country i no longer understand,
and to the Republic that barely stands,
one Nation, divided by god, ironically
promising Liberty and Justice for all.

i pledge allegiance to the Idea,
of a country founded with the blood of patriots,
and to the Constitution by which it stands,
our Nation, under Us alone, indivisible,
when we have Liberty and Justice for all.
 

6-11-08
M. L. Michael

About…

ABCD

a bee sees Dee
and says – lordy, lordy!
you’re the sweetest honey
my many eyes did ever see.
can i bottle you up and
take you home,[…]

ABCD

a bee sees Dee
and says – lordy, lordy! 
you’re the sweetest honey
my many eyes did ever see.
can i bottle you up and
take you home,
and can i tell the hive i found 
the oh-so sweetest golden 
that beekind has ever known?

02/22/08-----06/07/08
M. L. Michael

About…

one more night…

One more night lying awake,
dreaming about your form bare,
fitting against me like a puzzle piece,
and how your belly curves against mine
,
and your chest presses against my lungs drawing you in,[…]

one more night…

One more night lying awake, 
dreaming about your form bare,
fitting against me like a puzzle piece,
and how your belly curves against mine,
and your chest presses against my lungs drawing you in,
and there as I drift back out, your ebb pulls me back in,
there as you drift back out, my ebb is ready to pull you back in,
and forever, 
and ever again.

One more night lying awake,
dreaming about your idea bare,
fitting against me like the yin to my yang,
describing your subtle ways of picking me up
as I spend all my time falling over you,
and this is the dance we share always, 
and forever,
and ever again.



  4/13/08
M. L. Michael

About…

Madame-Lucy,So-delicious.

Serendipity played a role when Lucy first strolled on stage-
tasteful in her silver dress, casting moonlight
that exploded into novas as dazzling as temporary,
and to my surprise the first form her lips shape is a kiss,
over my lips, where she pauses.
there’s this pause… […]

Serendipity played a role when Lucy first strolled on stage-
tasteful in her silver dress, casting moonlight
that exploded into novas as dazzling as temporary, 
and to my surprise the first form her lips shape is a kiss,
over my lips, where she pauses;
there’s this pause… 
      (this thrilling, reeling, meaningful pause, 
       where I’m seeing, hearing, feeling, full
       of just because)

When she pulls back, I follow through, suddenly gleeful, 
suddenly woozy, with her taste surging in my blood like ambrosia, 
making my heart hyperactive, and my cheeks hyper burning, 
making Lucy laugh, making me laugh, 
and there we harmonize our happiness,
in a way greater than any other souls can.

We spend the night experiencing everything 
with the exciting new variable of each other to solve,
for example: 
     (a midnight sea of stars) x (Lucy + me) = divinity(ad infintium) 
or the exponential way our hearts and minds grow
whenever we interweave, and groove the night anew.

Lucy is gone by morning, leaving only
an impression of her perfume and
in me a gnawing ache to breathe her in again.
Which I interpret as my love for Lucy, 
that grows greater with every euphoric chance encounter,
and every morning that she leaves me wanting,
this gnawing ache gnaws ever stronger.

4-11-08
M. L. Michael

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OMG, A SONNET? WTF!

lookat me, the 21st century man,
I can LOL @ your e-mail,
and RE: as fast as my Ethernet can
let me – sign off w/ a TTYL. […]

OMG, A SONNET? WTF! 


lookat me, the 21st century man,
I can LOL @ your e-mail,
and RE: as fast as my Ethernet can
let me – sign off w/ a TTYL.

lookat me, TXT’ing while driving,
IM’ing a pic I shot with my razor,
of some dumb schmuck trying
to save the world in his favor.

lookat me, at my geektastic supreme,
fragging n00bs in my sleep,
where I’m all FTW in this virtual dream,
and I’m striving to be teh uber l33t.

lookat me, the 21st century snob,
looking for the meaning of life on somebody else’s blog.

 
M. L. Michael 
05-04-08