I felt eternity in your touch.
When our eyes locked and our skin touched,
I felt eternity stretching between us, before us, behind us,
I felt a grounding to this moment and an awareness of all others,
In that touch, the past is vibrant, passionate,
in that touch the future is defiant, frenetic,
In that touch, in this poem, we now resonate
in eternity.
Eternity (in a touch) I felt eternity in your touch. When our eyes locked and our skin touched, I felt eternity stretching between us, before us, behind us, I felt a grounding to this moment and an awareness of all others, In that touch, the past is vibrant, passionate, in that touch the future is defiant, frenetic, In that touch, in this poem, we now resonate in eternity. 05/25/2021 M. L. Michael
When the shit is flying, and the seas are rising,
send a shout from the soul, all hands on deck!
When the stars are crashing, and the teeth are gnashing,
send a shout from the soul, all hands on deck!
There’s no storm too big, no haul too long,
send a shout from the soul, all hands on deck!
There’s no sea too scary, no wind too strong,
send a shout from the soul, all hands on deck […]
All Hands On Deck (a “sea shanty”) When the shit is flying, and the seas are rising, send a shout from the soul, all hands on deck! When the stars are crashing, and the teeth are gnashing, send a shout from the soul, all hands on deck! There’s no storm too big, no haul too long, send a shout from the soul, all hands on deck! There’s no sea too scary, no wind too strong, send a shout from the soul, all hands on deck! So let’s let the lot know, our lungs are for singing, send a shout from the soul, all hands on deck! So let’s let the lot know, our songs give us meaning, send a shout from the soul, all hands on deck! And today we sing of greatness, Today we make our own, send a shout from the soul, all hands on deck! And today we sing of togetherness, Today we sing as one, send a shout from the soul, all hands on deck! M. L. Michael 04/09/2021
Our matter danced before we ever met,
elemental building blocks that took each other for a spin,
around and around – closer and closer,
until their union formed something new –
something bright and something pulsating,
a bit of the beginning
and a bit of the end. […]
Beyond Heaven Our matter danced before we ever met, elemental building blocks that took each other for a spin, around and around – closer and closer, until their union formed something new - something bright and something pulsating, a bit of the beginning and a bit of the end. Our matter danced again when we met, orbits colliding in a memory of fusion, growing dizzy in love and creating something new, something bright and something pulsating, a bit of the beginning and a bit of the end. Our matter will dance again long after we met, after saying goodbye and drifting so far apart that we return all the way around and closer again, until there's a collision and a collapse - a bang of something new, something bright and something pulsating, a bit of the beginning, and a bit of the end. -06/28/2020- M. L. Michael
Maybe I’ll melt,
like one, lone, last of many, snow flurry
on a day when one had almost forgotten winter,
I will fall from a frozen heaven with grandiose loops and twirls,
catching rays of starlight and tossing them back with glee,
until I finally reach the end of my long journey
and melt into the ground, goodbye.[…]
Maybe I Will Maybe I'll melt, like one, lone, last of many, snow flurry on a day when one had almost forgotten winter, I will fall from a frozen heaven with grandiose loops and twirls, catching rays of starlight and tossing them back with glee, until I finally reach the end of my long journey and melt into the ground, goodbye. Maybe I'll extinguish, like an ember cracking forth from the hearth, crackling out of chaos and combustion in a fiery arc, I will create my own prophecy - a tiny meteor flung across the sky, and wish upon myself, shedding sparks as I stream by, shedding my self with every spark, shedding, shedding, goodbye. Maybe I'll fade, like a memory of that first kiss, never anything you can hold in your hand, but always something that weighs heavy in your heart, I will hold on like we're entwined, like we are always wrapped in that time, and with each moment that passes I'll grow ever softer, Ever grayer, Ever less and less of a presence, until I'm not but a memory saying, goodbye. M. L. Michael 04-04-20
In a binary universe,
you are one,
you are on.
In a binary universe,
you are positive,
you are possibility.
Binary Universe In a binary universe, you are one, you are on. In a binary universe, you are positive, you are possibility. 10.1.13 M.L.Michael
When it comes down to 0 and 1, you’re all 1’s in my book.
(empty platitude of the year?)
be ever diligent, little cosmic wonder.
even though you bed in darkness,
you possess the ability to dream tapestries
of light and sound in the realm of your mind.
be ever vigilant, little cosmic wonder,
for when the dust has time to rest,
when crickets cease their serenading,[…]
little cosmic wonder be ever diligent, little cosmic wonder. even though you bed in darkness, you possess the ability to dream tapestries of light and sound in the realm of your mind. be ever vigilant, little cosmic wonder, for when the dust has time to rest, when crickets cease their serenading, that is when you are most vulnerable for introspection igniting self destruction. do not buckle under that weight. remember, at this moment, at always *this* moment, you can dream. 11-10-12 M. L. Michael
It began with a little ember
I caught off a spark
from the filament of your iris,
that sea, that web,
that portal you called a stargate.[…]
little embers It began with a little ember I caught off a spark from the filament of your iris, that sea, that web, that portal you called a stargate. … From your feet I gathered kindle, so that ember could have a nest. I placed it in my left breast pocket, where it rested, where it rooted, where it became a phoenix’s egg. … And on the day of your goodbye, I reached for that weight in my pocket, I laid it at the place you once stood, at the point of our collision, at the point of our cohesion, I followed your instructions and formed a pyre. … With your light that never left me, I lit the first, the best, gift you ever gave to me, and remembering your present with reverent eyes, I saw a flame rise. I saw a phoenix stoked. I saw little embers break for the stars. -08.14.12- M. L. Michael
As I grow older, I need my glasses,
so I can marvel at the pinpoints of millennia on the blue-black sky,
and recognize the glimmers of galaxies in a stranger’s eyes.
so I can understand the reasons of nature on the evolutionary sly,
and admire the poignancy of forever in the sunset’s goodbyes.
As I grow older, I need my glasses in order to see why.
As I grow older, I need my glasses, so I can marvel at the pinpoints of millennia on the blue-black sky, and recognize the glimmers of galaxies in a stranger's eyes. so I can understand the reasons of nature on the evolutionary sly, and admire the poignancy of forever in the sunset's goodbyes. As I grow older, I need my glasses in order to see why. -07-23-12- M. L. Michael
this is where we fall in love.
where we tell the universe that it only matters
in relation to the stage we have to share such a sensation.
this is the beginning of when we love defiant.
where in the midst of all the cold space,
we thrive at alchemizing gold between us. […]
this is where we fall in love. where we tell the universe that it only matters in relation to the stage we have to share such a sensation. this is the beginning of when we love defiant. where in the midst of all the cold space, we thrive at alchemizing gold between us. this is our definition of love’s declaration. where an abstract idea that grew from a notion, only bloomed when we sought complimentary suns. this is our discovery of the greatest drug, where profound connections create chemical tsunamis, and all else seems trivial in the wake of such a wave. this is why we fall in love. 7/17/12 M. L. Michael
Imagine –
in the midst of the ink of Oblivion,
floats a lone candle – a solitary flame
.
Does it flicker, in despair,
or does it dance, out of defiance?
Don’t You Dare Think Despair Imagine – in the midst of the ink of Oblivion, floats a lone candle – a solitary flame. Does it flicker, in despair, or does it dance, out of defiance? 06/25/12 M. L. Michael
Every Breath Poetic 