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listen for the life-beat

When Firo crackles in the ears,
it’s time for a change in tune…

Eyes closed, I’s one
Between Left…and…Right Speaker
In the middle somewhere I’ll hover…[…]

Listen for the Life-Beat

When Firo crackles in the ears,
it’s time for a change in tune…

Eyes closed, I’s one
Between Left…and…Right Speaker
In the middle somewhere I’ll hover…
I’ll glide, and I’ll ride…
I’ll swim in the space/in the sea 
of this blissful world–ringing melody…

Eyes closed, I’s disconnected from all that,
all that but this…this singularity of the mind meld music,
of the thought and sound;  of the joy in the beat:
…the heart-beat… 
the celebration of our life-beat.



M. L. Michael 
01/27/2011

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Dear friend, do not give up

I went into the darkest forests of my mind
and came out with eyes more sensitive to the light…

I ate from the most bitter of fruits
and developed a taste that sings of the possibilities of sweetness…

I had ears ravaged by the wailing of my woes
and discovered peace in these sublime stretches of silence… […]

Dear Friend, Do Not Give Up


I went into the darkest forests of my mind
and came out with eyes more sensitive to the light…

I ate from the most bitter of fruits
and developed a taste that sings of the possibilities of sweetness…

I had ears ravaged by the wailing of my woes
and discovered peace in these sublime stretches of silence…

I held in my hands my own broken spirit
and felt along the cracks for what needed to be mended…

I became revolted by the stench of my depression
and I fell back in love with the perfume of life, love, and laughter…

11/30/10
M. L. Michael

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in favor of freedom

There is a feeling in breathing
that we, as adults, have long forgotten;
that we, as babes born screaming and writhing,
declared our first breaths as acts of defying.

Freedom! Freedom! cried those infant lungs.
a positive cry, for a posited life,
a great, big, infant roar in favor of Freedom.[…]

‘in favor of Freedom’ 

There is a feeling in breathing
that we, as adults, have long forgotten; 
that we, as babes born screaming and writhing,
declared our first breaths as acts of defying.

Freedom! Freedom! cried those infant lungs.
a positive cry, for a posited life,
a great, big, infant roar in favor of Freedom.

…

And there is a feeling in living,
that we, as Americans, have long forgotten;
that we, as citizens conceived bloodied and shocked,
declared our first breaths as acts of defying.

Freedom! Freedom! cried those American lungs.
a positive cry, for a posited reality,
a great, big, American roar in favor of Freedom.

M. L. Michael 
08/08/10

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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

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sir laffsalot

He laughed often, at least once a day.
one could catch him snorting under his breath,
erupting in guffaw, or exclaiming one great hah!
In fact, nary a day went by,
without some kind of humor coming into play. […]

Sir Laffsalot

He laughed often, at least once a day. 
one could catch him snorting under his breath,
erupting in guffaw, or exclaiming one great hah!
In fact, nary a day went by, 
without some kind of humor coming into play.

Those that knew him said that was the key to his success,
for his youthful vim and his enduring optimism…

Was it the laughter that made all of that possible – 
or was the laughter mere consequence?
Each laugh a declaration 
defining the merit of childish joy.

M. L. Michael 
/2/1/09/

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for you – in pain

My love – I write these words
with all kinds the kinds of healing in mind –
and behind the every rhyme of every line
I’m hoping for a remedial result of any kind.[…]

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For You – In Pain

My love – I write these words
with all kinds the kinds of healing in mind – 
and behind the every rhyme of every line
I’m hoping for a remedial result of any kind.

So, whenever you feel that monster creeping on, uninvited, 
do me a favor, find a book to love, and lose yourself in the story,
and if that monster still refuses to back down or be quieted
do me a favor, find a lover to love, and lose yourself in the glory.

Which makes this little note my tender request,
to find the right words to release that good from out of your chest… 
and whenever you find yourself racked with pain again
cherish these words and hold them deep within…

I’ll never be able to wish away all your pain
especially if I can’t even wish away my own,
and although we may be stuck with a lot of discomfort and some disdain,
we can take all that horrible shit and transform it into something magnificently our own.

-10-12-08-
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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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

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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.

+

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.

=

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

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burn a little burn

burn a little burn,
you tiny dancer of the flame.
groove a little groove,
and dance away all of your pain.
decry your little cry,
and signal the gods of the sky.
exclaim your little claim,
and hope to understand why.

burn a little burn, 
you tiny dancer of the flame.
groove a little groove,
and dance away all of your pain.
decry your little cry,
and signal the gods of the sky.
exclaim your little claim,
and hope to understand why.

8/22/06
M. L. Michael

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