a bee says i do

hence came to me a peculiar sting:
a passionate bee in a passionate fling.
thus pricked me to declare their devotion,
that I the one for their fatal embrace,
that I the one for their hara-kiri, their barb the sword,
once stabbed in me as a doctrine of devotion,
that this little bee found in me:
a worthy escort onto Oblivion’s Sea.

a bee says i do

hence came to me a peculiar sting:
a passionate bee in a passionate fling.
thus pricked me to declare their devotion,
that I the one for their fatal embrace,
that I the one for their hara-kiri, their barb the sword,
once stabbed in me as a doctrine of devotion,
that this little bee found in me:
a worthy escort onto Oblivion’s Sea.

M. L. Michael 
01-19-06

About…

Little bitter pills

1.
there happened a familiar storm
over the horizon of my shoulder,
as the rain echoed and the thunder
Applauded, I found a familiar
Appreciation.[…]

little bitter pills

1.
there happened a familiar storm
over the horizon of my shoulder,
as the rain echoed and the thunder
Applauded, I found a familiar 
Appreciation.

2.
i climbed the highest mountain
to find an Intellectual to answer me.
he said, if you love it; let it go.
he said to me as he stood
atop that mountain, Clutching
the book of Wisdom against 
his Beating chest. 

3.
he fell into her fire
he burned, he burned
he burned. 
he danced until Exhaustion.
she fell into his fire
she burned, she burned
she burned.
she danced until Exhaustion.

1-14-06
m. l. michael

About…

“…” (in the beginning)

I faded away when I touched you
into a memory, of a dream, of a dandelion,
blown away by the winds of father fate.
I lost all my breath, when these lungs took you in,
like in the beginning when air was water,
and life was something shiny new
(we’d never know again.)

“…” (in the beginning)

I faded away when I touched you
into a memory, of a dream, of a dandelion,
blown away by the winds of father fate.
I lost all my breath, when these lungs took you in,
like in the beginning when air was water,
and life was something shiny new
(we'd never know again.)


M. L. Michael
01/02/06

About…

Darling Dance

Dance, darling, Dance.
Tiptoe your grace into my Life,
And promenade a place among the Stars.

Dance, darling, Dance.
Unveil a ballet to soothe my Strife,
An adagio to release me from behind Bars.[…]

*
“Darling Dance”

Dance, darling, Dance.
Tiptoe your grace into my Life,
And promenade a place among the Stars.

Dance, darling, Dance.
Unveil a ballet to soothe my Strife,
An adagio to release me from behind Bars.

Dance, darling, Dance.
Hit every step to the beat of my Heart.
(This stage you command with perfect Zest)

Dance, darling, Dance.
Take a curtsy that alludes we’ll never Part.
(And beam from applause pouring out my Chest)

M. L. Michael
12-25-05

About…

eden

Before you lead me to your garden,
Let me stop and smell your roses,
So I can admire their awe.sum simplicity.
(the way petals feel forbidden beneath my singing fingertips,
or the way blooming has tendency
to make love glisten)[…]

Eden

Before you lead me to your garden,
Let me stop and smell your roses,
So I can admire their awe.sum simplicity.
(the way petals feel forbidden beneath
 my singing fingertips,
 or the way blooming has tendency
 to make love glisten)

Before you lead me to your garden
Let’s hold hands for a moment longer
So we can test Time’s authority.
(the way clouds become frozen wisps
 above our singing hearts,
 or the way honey drizzles down
 while sunshine blossoms at our feet)

M. L. Michael 
12-19-05

About…

sticky note in my head

Keep in mind to stay with pain,
Let it turn you into an everyday painter,
And keep in mind to love the paper,
To add the pen and become the pauper,
Whose tragedy becomes a moment proper,
When spilling those guts means you prosper,
Beneath the Sun where you lost your problem.[…]

Sticky Note in My Head

Keep in mind to stay with pain,
Let it turn you into an everyday painter,
And keep in mind to love the paper,
To add the pen and become the pauper,
Whose tragedy becomes a moment proper,
When spilling those guts means you prosper,
Beneath the Sun where you lost your problem.

M. L. Michael
11-07-2005

About…

Am me

There’s a doll for sale,
Perched on a ledge
Leaning over my heart,
With snow fallen hair
Preserving her innocence
Like ribbons and curls. […]

Am mE

There’s a doll for sale,
Perched on a ledge
Leaning over my heart,
With snow fallen hair 
Preserving her innocence 
Like ribbons and curls. 
While her eyes hold
Dragons with their
Emerald enraptures.


There’s no price tag
For this kind of beauty,
And I don’t have to go
Digging through my pockets,
To know this kind of love
Always comes free.

M. L. Michael
12/04/05

About…

A doozey

There’s a doozey I forgot to mention
To say, it’s delicate to lose yourself
In her eyes like neon bluebonnets,
and her hair like lush wheat,
To forget the meaning of Self,
for the meaning Of Her. […]

A Doozey

There’s a doozey I forgot to mention
To say, it’s delicate to lose yourself
In her eyes like neon bluebonnets, 
and her hair like lush wheat, 
To forget the meaning of Self, 
for the meaning Of Her. 
To substitute one ambiguity 
for the fuzzy warmth of another 
(body against your trembling security).

M. L. Michael 
11-23-05

About…

Beneath the porch light

Beneath the porch light where you shone your brightest,
We stood awkward with our goodbyes
Shy in our hands, and not wanting to let go…
Together we stared, staring at the other staring;
At the other lost, the other free,
Until we laugh; because tonight feels right,
Under the canopy of an eternal starry night.[…]

Beneath the Porch Light

Beneath the porch light where you shone your brightest,
We stood awkward with our goodbyes
Shy in our hands, and not wanting to let go…
Together we stared, staring at the other staring;
At the other lost, the other free,
Until we laugh; because tonight feels right,
Under the canopy of an eternal starry night.

And I pull away, because I’m unsure, I’m afraid,
So you leaned in to brush my lips
(With such your artist touch)
And then I knew I had felt my highest,
Beneath the porch light where I’d shone my brightest.

M. L. Michael 
10.16.05

About…

tumbleweed

Contemplative is how I roll…
Down this hill-gathering-speed
And losing perception,
Until all I see, is me, is me, is me.

With my head tucked in,
Listening to my anxious heart.[…]

tumbleweed 

Contemplative is how I roll…
Down this hill-gathering-speed
And losing perception,
Until all I see, is me, is me, is me. 
With my head tucked in, 
Listening to my anxious heart.
…and it’s not because I’m
Dizzy and forgetful,
That my ignorance is something
Glaring.
But a rolling stone gathers no moss-
Or so I’m told-
Because bounding down this hillside 
It’s hard to gather anything
At all.

M. L. Michael 
Oct-2005

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