Tag: navelgazing

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

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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

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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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nevermind the scarecrow

Nevermind the scarecrow,
Posted with his buttonhole eyes

Scouring the palatable emptiness of the West,
While his straw-filled heart
Yearns in harmony for illumination in the East.[…]

nevermind the scarecrow

Nevermind the scarecrow,
Posted with his buttonhole eyes 
Scouring the palatable emptiness of the West,
While his straw-filled heart 
Yearns in harmony for illumination in the East.

Aghast; he’s a byproduct of terror, or
A ghost; he’s an Asian butterfly,
Circling dazed in a breeze not his own.
And imprisoned within this hay ride to hell,
He’s doomed to a chase the snake 
That won’t stop eating its tail.

M. L. Michael 
08-03-05

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