mlmichael

Healthcare

Without a moment’s hesitation,
I’ll dig into my pocket and produce
two little blue pills that
represent everychance I have at
feeling some semblance of comfort.[…]

HealthCare

Without a moment’s hesitation,
I’ll dig into my pocket and produce
two little blue pills that
represent everychance I have at
feeling some semblance of comfort.

Without any second thought,
I’ll swallow whatever you hand me,
whatever you say that’ll take me one step closer
to a reality without what ails me,
sans that fire that ails me.

So sell me anything that can cure me,
because I am desperate for 
whatever snake oil you can offer,
any remedy other than the reality
of accepting what I have to accept.

So sell me exactly what I want,
which is a vacation from what I face,
I’ll give you whatever you want in return
if you save me from this horrid place.

4-2-8
M. L> Michael

About…

an ode to the flavor of the moment

My god, I hate to sound cliché
but, good god, you made my heart swoon
you made my legs sway.
I can easily imagine you a splendiferous stone sculpture,
with all the kinds of beauty man could ever hope to capture,
And I can easily see you as some holy aura from above,
A soul to spread their wings – like wide as lovely love.[…]

An Ode to the Flavor of the Moment


My god, I hate to sound cliché
but, good god, you made my heart swoon
you made my legs sway.
I can easily imagine you a splendiferous stone sculpture,
with all the kinds of beauty man could ever hope to capture,
And I can easily see you as some holy aura from above,
A soul to spread their wings - like wide as lovely love.

And all you did was cross my vision,
and everhence I’ve been smitten,
and eversince I have written,
about you my Juliet, about you my Helen,
you my chariot, 
you my guide to the here-in-now heaven.

Darling don’t you know you are this treasure I chanced across: unique –
You’re the vision my eyes spied to find a radiance of brilliance: mystique.  
When all you did was cross my vision,
and inspired in me a sweeter kind of livin’,
Where I’m all whirly-dizzied trying to shake you from my head,
Until, hey, wait, lookee there,
here comes the next flavor ready to take your stead.

2/17/08
M. L Michael

About…

a daughter of the 9

yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many – and hopefully mine,
a body that moves with an intensity like fire,
one that inspires within me such a long desire,
to grab her around by the waist-
and throw ourselves around – posthaste.[…]

a daughter of the 9 

yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many – and hopefully mine,
a body that moves with an intensity like fire,
one that inspires within me such a long desire,
to grab her around by the waist-
and throw ourselves around - posthaste.
 
yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many - and hopefully mine,
the way she enthuses with her purest voice,
and instills within me a spirit to totally rejoice,
'cuz in her I've found a sound to stir my soul, 
in her I've found a sound that adds to my whole.
 
yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many – and hopefully mine,
a lover of the word,  and a dreamer of the 'morrow,
in the way that she casts her light against my sorrow,
and here I have someone that speaks my language,
here I have someone to share some of this bondage.
 
yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many – and hopefully mine,
she's the writer, the singer, or the dancer, 
she’s the mover, the shaker, the speaker; she’s the enhancer.
yeah a daughter of the 9 is one I want in my life,
the one to back me up through the rest of life's strife.   
 
 -2-3-08-
M. L. Michael

About…

the church of sound

Welcome to the church of sound
,
where you can worship at the audio altar,
and offer yourself to the beat.
The beat.
The ever thumping something
that gets your heart pumping –
when you’re grooving 100 percent to something
other than what’s in your head coursing.[…]

The Church of Sound 

Welcome to the church of sound,
where you can worship at the audio altar,
and offer yourself to the beat.
The beat. 
The ever thumping something 
that gets your heart pumping –
when you’re grooving 100 percent to something
other than what's in your head coursing.
 
And all that matters is moving with the rhythm,
forgot yesterday, forget tomorrow, 
all that matters is right now and knowing 
how good of a time you’re having, 
so consumed with the music flowing, 
that you’re loving every second, 
as the people around you become captive –
everyone worshipping the same god,
but everyone praying different –
some just bowing their heads or tapping their feet,
while others spaz out or shimmy all around,
filled with the spirit in a way that begs to confound.
 
And so we worshipped, we worshipped, 
until out of breathe, yet full of living,
heart jackhammering, yet somehow reeling,
upon finding some greater kind of meaning.

1/27/08
M. L. Micchael

About…

All i’m sayin…

hey you gorgeous girl,
why are you holdin’ your head and cryin’?,
don’t you know the words of the scoldin’
come from the ones that are lyin’?

so what – they talk shit on myspace,
they’re just wanting to sling dirt in your face.[…]

All I’m Sayin… 
(an equation)

hey you gorgeous girl, 
why are you holdin’ your head and cryin’?,
don’t you know the words of the scoldin’
come from the ones that are lyin’?

so what – they talk shit on myspace,
they’re just wanting to sling dirt in your face.
don’t you know they forgot their place-
where “judge not...” has fallen from commonplace.

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hey you beautiful boy,
why are you in the shadows all alone,
don’t you fret over their disapproving tone-
let your resilience show how much you’ve grown.

so what they shot you down for that suave superstar,
that dream with the threads and that cherry car,
don’t let them make you forget who you are,
The one who will find their self and then go far.

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hey you gorgeous girl, you beautiful boy,
stop your trippin’, when it comes to your peers an’,
their constant love of flippin’,
all over what they think you are missin’.

Cuz’ you’re only worth your weight in happiness-
And if you accept life for all its harshness,
You might find a deeper richness-
In the wonderness of your rareness.

1/24/08
M. L.  Michael

About…

hark…

Hark! the periled youth sing-
Regret over our elected King…
War on earth and mercy lost-
King and sinners reap the cost.
Joyless, all ye nations fall-
Isolated from the denizen’s call.
And when the evangelical proclaim-
Christ reborn in our King by name,[…]

Hark… 
(a backhanded anthem)

Hark! the periled youth sing-
Regret over our elected King…
War on earth and mercy lost-
King and sinners reap the cost.
Joyless, all ye nations fall-
Isolated from the denizen’s call.
And when the evangelical proclaim-
Christ reborn in our King by name,
Hark! the periled youth sing-
Regret over our elected King…

America, arose to be adored-
Now’s become worldly abhorred.
Long ago she lost her way-
When man’s greed came into play.
Veiled in politics for all to see-
Too long we’ve accepted this reality.
Now our hearts and minds must clear-
To live a life without fear.
Hark! the periled youth sing-
Regret over our elected King…

Remember the spirit of the Prince of Peace-
Remember piety doesn’t promise righteousness.
Light is the life for all that know-
A life of greed takes a world of toll.
And if we cherish the universe
Might we cherish the all-in-us.
So grab your good neighbor’s hand-
And shout out across the land:
Hark! the periled youth sing-
Regret over our elected King…

1/12/08
M. L. Michael

About…

Praise for the fool

Everyone sees the Fool-
who rips and raves and thrives off the moment,
never giving a flip, as if the flip could ever give back,
and with his long life of laughter, all he cares is to be a jester,
that kindest clown of forever. […]

Praise for the Fool

Everyone sees the Fool-
who rips and raves and thrives off the moment,
never giving a flip, as if the flip could ever give back,
and with his long life of laughter, all he cares is to be a jester, 
that kindest clown of forever. 

Everyone loves the Fool-
because he’s free, and when he trips, he smiles
and tells a joke before he impacts with reality,
no matter, his reality is always Zero, a kind of everywhere zone,
where the potential of Zero is infinitely expressed yet always unknown. 

Everyone hates the Fool-
that sucker son, who defies One
with a tongue in cheek, raspberry critique, 
while he dances the klutz’s dance to a different beat, 
which our feet find rather maddeningly incomplete.

Everyone needs the Fool-
for his non.sense approach, 
which one’s.sense sees as a Wonderland defense, 
because we’re all falling down the same rabbit burrow,
so on the way down let’s laugh good and thorough. 

1/3/08
M. L. Michael

About…

she found me with my head down

she found me with my head down,
with the weight of a wanting world weighing heavily
and my thoughts running dark spirals down my heart.
she spoke my name in a melody more meaningful than any note,
pulling me to the surface, breaking through the murk of my malaise,
she’s a beacon, the light to guide me to safety.
which makes me wonder, am I dreaming? can she really be talking to me?[…]

she found me with my head down

she found me with my head down,
with the weight of a wanting world weighing heavily
and my thoughts running dark spirals down my heart.
she spoke my name in a melody more meaningful than any note,
pulling me to the surface, breaking through the murk of my malaise,
she’s a beacon, the light to guide me to safety.
which makes me wonder, am I dreaming? can she really be talking to me?
with her angelic smile, her cherubic oaken eyes, as pure as the joy she inspires,
she asks me what is wrong, and I struggle to find a reason
when moments ago I was drowning in them.
I forget all about the weight and I think only of Life.
great, glorious, Life. 
the sweet birdsong, the artistry of a sunset, 
everything good is magnified by her presence,
beautiful is just a word. she is the living embodiment,
by effortlessly being, she makes being, effortless. 

11/24/07
M. L. Michael

About…

For the photographer

on the side of a lone stretch of highway,
there’s an old house that no one notices,
it’s seen, but immediately forgotten,
because it is decrepit and forlorn with its
broken window frames, wood warped and jagged from abuse,
slanted at odd angles, and mismatched geometry,
all abandoned; save for the mice, and bugs, and
all that nonconsequential stuff.[…]

For the Photographer 
(the mystics of the ordinary)

on the side of a lone stretch of highway,
there’s an old house that no one notices,
it’s seen, but immediately forgotten,
because it is decrepit and forlorn with its
broken window frames, wood warped and jagged from abuse,
slanted at odd angles, and mismatched geometry,
all abandoned; save for the mice, and bugs, and
all that nonconsequential stuff.

then the Photographer drives by,
and when he sees the house::: he Stops :::
he Contemplates. he gets out his Camera,
and takes a series of shots, 
each as perfect as the one before.
an hour later he goes home to develop the film.
he prints out his favorite shot, 
and shows it to everyone he knows.

on the side of a lone stretch of highway,
there’s an antique house that everyone notices,
it’s seen, and immediately remembered,
because it is rustic and gothic with its
wounded window frames, wood swollen and bursting from pride,
arranged in unique angles, and complementary geometry,
all fulfilled, with the memories and battle scars, and
all that nonmaterial stuff.

M. L.. Michael
12-22-07

About…

‘she’ remains undefined

she brings to mind a frozen time,
when we played outside with Winnie the Pooh,
or stayed inside with Scooby Doo.
without meaning to, she smiles, and she inspires,
a time ago, when you set up yarn lines from branch to branch
and readied four tiny plastic green men for their launch.
you let them go. you watch her go.
every which way is beautiful.[…]

‘she’ remains undefined

she brings to mind a frozen time,
when we played outside with Winnie the Pooh,
or stayed inside with Scooby Doo.
     without meaning to, she smiles, and she inspires,
     a time ago, when you set up yarn lines from branch to branch
     and readied four tiny plastic green men for their launch.
you let them go. you watch her go. 
every which way is beautiful.

she brings to mind a frozen time,
when the golden-green density of a summer day,
taught us the freedom from living in a flexible way.
without meaning to, she smiles, and she inspires,
every wish or dream you’ve left desired.
and despite what I have in mind,
she remains undefined..
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12=14=06
M. L. Michael