Tag: navelgazing

in honor of…

Serendipity showed me this DJ spinning something sweet,
She called herself The DJ Reverend Kathy Russell.

I called her The Reverend of The Church of Sound.
(with the Church, a Dance Hall, and the Sound, the Meaning)
She’s the Spiritual Leader in this House of Worship,
and…damn, can she get this House Worshipping![…]

In Honor Of…
The DJ Reverend Kathy Russell
(first draft)

Serendipity showed me this DJ spinning something sweet,
She called herself The DJ Reverend Kathy Russell. 
I called her The Reverend of The Church of Sound.
 (with the Church, a Dance Hall, and the Sound, the Meaning)
She’s the Spiritual Leader in this House of Worship,
and…damn, can she get this House Worshipping!
Worshipping by hopping and bopping, plus all kinds of moving.
Not only for the Beats that she doth Preach - 
but for the Shake of her Neon-Soul – her Electric-Shimmy-Grooving. 

             …and …damn, don’t get me started on the way this girl moves,
             when she spins, I think, Fuck! That’s Seductive!
             She’s this Ball of Constant Energy Unwinding – 
             this Kinetic Force, this Radiating Force –
             Forcefully Radiating, her energy becomes 
             a Contagion – where she becomes the Patient Zero - 
             of the virus known as Beat. 
             A virus that spreads indiscriminately throughout the dance-floor, 
             and depending on your tolerance,
             or depending on your susceptibility, 
             will determine its success…
             Yes it is a virus – and she is our Patient Zero…



…No, no, virus is an ugly word to depict something so Beautiful. 
This is Non-Denominational Religion, 
This is Belief in the Sound,
This is Belief in only what is Sound.
And this is a DJ who has earned the title: 
The DJ Reverend Kathy Russell…


M. L. Michael 
6/17/09

About…

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…

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

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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…

Some kind of telepathy

i want you to ‘close’ your eyes and think:
no matter when/&/wherever you are right now – here i am,
right here writing of You.

so- think of me sitting outside; my journal and pen in lap,
breezily surfing along these azure thoughts
of the You that transcends my time and space. […]

Some Kind of Telepathy


i want you to ‘close’ your eyes and think:
 no matter when/&/wherever you are right now – here i am,
 right here writing of You.

so- think of me sitting outside; my journal and pen in lap,
 breezily surfing along these azure thoughts 
 of the You that transcends my time and space.

  (my musings about You: where are you when you read this;
  how much more wondrous have you become?)

and i want You to realize, that this poem is us connecting,
 across the spans of any when/&/wherever,
 and no matter when/&/wherever that will be,
 i’m forever right here, writing of Thee.

11/30/08
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

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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

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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

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lunch with natasha (wouldn’t it be)

Wouldn’t it be great,
if our hearts came equipped with valves

installed outside of our chests
for easy access to restriction and flow?

Wouldn’t it be grand,
if when we fell too hard in love
we could argue those valves shut
and give our head some time to think?[…]

Lunch with Natasha (wouldn’t it be)

Wouldn’t it be great,
if our hearts came equipped with valves 
installed outside of our chests
for easy access to restriction and flow?

Wouldn’t it be grand,
if when we fell too hard in love
we could argue those valves shut
and give our head some time to think?

Wouldn’t it be something,
if these valves were easily accessible 
and we could persuade them open
whenever we are lost and keyless?

Wouldn’t it be, wouldn’t it be,
a great, grand, something
if such a reality were true?
Wouldn’t it be, wouldn’t it be,
a great, grand, fake.

M. L. Michael 
01-28-06

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

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