Every Breath Poetic

Golden in as golden out

Golden in as golden out,
Such poetry in the difference of a century.
From the seedling of a budding relationship
Forms elegance in the sequence of growth.

Stretching roots like dozens of comforting embraces,
Stretching branches like dozens of guiding hands.[…]

Golden in as Golden out.
(For the 50th anniversary of my Grandparents)

Golden in as golden out, 
Such poetry in the difference of a century.
From the seedling of a budding relationship
Forms elegance in the sequence of growth.

Stretching roots like dozens of comforting embraces,
Stretching branches like dozens of guiding hands.
To serve as a model of accomplishment,
Their shade is not their own,
And the fruit of their labors
May only match the sweetness of their compassion.

Golden in as golden out,
Their result proves the sum greater than its parts,
Nigh a lifetime’s worth of cherished memories
For the singular act of sticking with ‘I do.’ 

M. L. Michael
11-19-04

About…

They had words, like soldiers on a mission
To march past teeth without looking back,
To march past integrity, without even looking at all.
They speak only in stalemate; with each party locking
Horns, sounding off…in snorts and stares…
So they can be owned like boxes unwrapped,
By possessions we sought, oh, forgive us we fought… […]

They had words, like soldiers on a mission
To march past teeth without looking back, 
To march past integrity, without even looking at all.
They speak only in stalemate; with each party locking
Horns, sounding off…in snorts and stares…
So they can be owned like boxes unwrapped,
By possessions we sought, oh, forgive us we fought…

They’ll reach the top…
They’ll reach in deep and with a heavy arm, 
To bear the brunt of a loaded sentence, 
Cocked back like the head of a horse.
Prescribing a Trojan move –an entendre in the midst, 
And a poison portrait, reflecting steam turned toxic
They’ll inflict about their own diagnosis,
Prescribing trickery to become prognosis, 
And using whispered prayer like subtle hypnosis, 
Forcing –by verse alone may the word be true!
They’ll say, I’ll say, so rehearsed in this way
So they, may not say, the reality of this day.

They promise obscurity –more answers to forever,
Assuring the day, that night can never come,
Instead expect pervasive sunshine with only hopeful clouds!
(With a zero percent chance of thunder they add in perspiration)
A smile-grin, a smile-grin, all in all, this only adds to chagrin, 
Oh weatherman, oh healing-man, how can I know-
The world you present, is the world I’ve been bestowed?

M. L. Michael 
05.20.04

About…

The ebb and flow of pharmaceuticals

White ravens cawed their best – a blasphemy of tradition.
Sounding all of dissonance, their mark is made in deception.
Where it begins with a
tumble
down (cavern or cavity)[…]

The Ebb and Flow of Pharmaceuticals

White ravens cawed their best – a blasphemy of tradition.
Sounding all of dissonance, their mark is made in deception.
Where it begins with a
		             tumble
			            down (cavern or cavity)
Manufactured escape, the mettle and sinew of tragedy
And still they
	         tumble
		        down (a white meteor seconds to downtown)
Until they
	    *touch*
		 down (a white explosion to dissolve and drown)

White ravens cawed their worst – a blasphemy of saviors
Blessed with conditional reception, masked miracles for favors
When it all happens with a
			      f l u t t e r
				         up (standard or stream)
Fog of mind trailing their wings, opiate laced to dull the regime
And still they
	         f l u t t e r 
			up (measured by time – they’ll divide the flock)
Until they
	    foul
	          up (measured against time – silence without the shock)

White ravens cawed their last – a tragedy of blasphemy
Gone before forgotten with an absence marked by misery
Where it all ends with a  	 	 	 
	                          tumble
				 back down (highway or mindway)
Return of the sword, truth of situation embodied, must we obey? 
And then I
	     tumble
		    back down (as my design is my deduction)
Until I
         *touch*
   	        back down (as my design is my dysfunction)

M. L. Michael 
04-23-04

About…

Winter again

Ice claims this body,
An empty cold spreads like fire.
No motions are made
To halt the coup d’état,
Just mindless submission
As winter devours the sun.[…]

Ice claims this body,
An empty cold spreads like fire.
No motions are made
To halt the coup d'état,
Just mindless submission
As winter devours the sun.

The mind is tired of the spirit,
Had enough of useless loving,
Vain attempts to breathe anew.
It welcomes the frozen state,
A trip away from the life
That constantly reminds it of failure.

Hopes lie frozen in the gutter,
Thrown aside by the north wind.
Vaguely missed by a shivering child,
Who sadly feels at home
In this winter wasteland. 

M. L. Michael
01·24·02

About…

Bursting

Just within your proximity,
I cannot stop grinning,

I’m your idiot for the evening,
Here to bathe you in compassion.

I had survived Hell,
Because I witnessed your Heaven.[…]

Just within your proximity, 
I cannot stop grinning, 
I’m your idiot for the evening,
Here to bathe you in compassion.

I had survived Hell,
Because I witnessed your Heaven.
I died by my own devices, 
To be resurrected by your image,
Fighting my way through shadows,
To be lying in your light.

If I could go back,
I would sacrifice everything again.
Fall from grace to rise again,
I would face torture again,
To come out with you on the other side.

You are reason
To wear that smile despite the odds,
To continue fighting despite the pain.
You are the reason
I cannot stop glowing,
Cannot stop smiling. 
You are, you are, you are.

M. L. Michael 
01·10·02

About…

Berceuse

Cry, my little soldier,
For what has been lost,
For what has never been gained
Cry it out to set yourself free,

Never forget, my little soldier,
The tragedies that shaped you,
The mistakes that matured you,
Never forget what has hurt. […]

Cry, my little soldier, 
For what has been lost,
For what has never been gained,
Cry it out to set yourself free,

Never forget, my little soldier,
The tragedies that shaped you,
The mistakes that matured you,
Never forget what has hurt.

Love, my little soldier,
The friends you hold dear,
The family that holds you,
Drown out the sorrow with your love.

Embrace, my little soldier,
Pain and all its brethren,
Disease and all its chaos,
Embrace to let go.

March, my little soldier,
Proud of what you are,
Of the life you had lead,
March with your head turned high.

Now sleep, my little soldier,
Revive the memories you cherish,
Let go the restrictions of this world,
Sleep sound and rest for tomorrow.

M. L. Michael 
11·26·01

About…

Trevor/Forever

Were you sacrificed
To make us listen?
Are we destined to die
Before we are destined to be?

The echo of your death
Resonates strong today,
Opening the gates
To a flood of tears.[…]

Were you sacrificed
To make us listen?
Are we destined to die
Before we are destined to be?

The echo of your death
Resonates strong today,
Opening the gates
To a flood of tears.

I remember your beauty,
Your guiding light, 
Your radiating humor,
And sadness chokes my words.

Two years back and still I cry,
For your impact went deep,
And your memory even deeper.

I hate thinking in past tense,
Remembering you as you were
And not as you are.

I feel your death was unfair 
On an infinite level of planes.
A treasure was stolen from us,
A person greater than life.

I love you so much
That I’ll never let go.
I miss you so greatly
That I’ll keep that candle lit.

M. L. Michael
11·22·01

About…

RIP Trevor

The Man in White

I married the pen
To escape your tyranny,
Fleeing into the night
In a moment of ecstasy.

Just so I would forget
The pain you slid beneath,
Hushed whispers and murmurs
As I cried to God for relief. […]

I married the pen 
To escape your tyranny,
Fleeing into the night 
In a moment of ecstasy. 

Just so I would forget
The pain you slid beneath,
Hushed whispers and murmurs 
As I cried to God for relief.

Prayers were never answered,
Lies became generally given,
Sliding off forked tongues,
Dripping with acidic venom.

Stealing from the hurt,
You worthless little crook.
Dictating the meek
To fatten that checkbook. 

I wish you would know
The diagnosis you try to “heal”.
But maybe I’m wishing too much,
Believing that you could feel.

Never in my life
Have I hated so much. 
Congratulations you take the cake,
Repulsing me without a touch.

M. L. Michael 
11·14·01

About…

Weatherman

Weatherman weatherman
Why is this my forecast
What has happened in the past
That leads this rough road ahead?

Purity is destroyed
Leaving the way for impression
Swimming in it’s wake; depression
Well being is forgotten
Lost beneath the chaos of ills
Giving you the shattered remains[…]

Weatherman weatherman
Why is this my forecast
What has happened in the past
That leads this rough road ahead?

Purity is destroyed
Leaving the way for impression
Swimming in it's wake; depression
Well being is forgotten
Lost beneath the chaos of ills
Giving you the shattered remains

Weatherman weatherman
Can nothing break the rule
Doomed to miss the love of a Sun
Victim to the tormenting rainfall

Too far beneath the earth
Darkness eats away at hope
Your ladder is an apparition
Linked to the invisible strength
You so blindly search for

Weatherman weatherman
All I want is Summer
Taken away from my youth
Before I could raise a word
All I want is Sunshine
Flooding me with it's radiance
Drying up the lake of tears
Weatherman weatherman
Pray for me in the end

M. L. Michael 
09·26·01

About…

Tags: #weather #coping #chronicpain

Children Dancing

The experience I cannot hinder,
By mere words of explanation.
The beat I cannot resist,
By any form of limitation.

Hungry eyes ravish the lands,

Drinking up the scene
With childlike innocence,
Awed by the caring teen.[…]

Dedicated to Thuy ~for opening my eyes to a beautiful experience~

The experience I cannot hinder,
By mere words of explanation.
The beat I cannot resist,
By any form of limitation.

Hungry eyes ravish the lands,
Drinking up the scene
With childlike innocence,
Awed by the caring teen.

The bastard son of Torment,
Pain reveling inside.
Flashing lights pumping,
Radiating the ache outside.

Head down,
Feet dragging,
Suddenly bombarded by love,
Then healed by their helping.

Despite the troubles,
Regardless of pain,
I let myself go free,
Beat exploding within.

The environment was beautiful,
Joyful tears I willingly weep.
My smile stretched into forever,
As our memories guided my sleep.

M. L. Michael
09·24·01

About…

Written after Houston’s Cyberfest 2001 Rave. I was lucky to experience one of the last big raves before they all became banned.