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We are of the ground
Electricity flows deep inside me
You cannot harness it
Because
I do not know it is there
Deep with in
And with in comes
With everything
Attached ti me is a soul
Morals that govern my entire existence
Profound Power that is indescribable
However
This I am doing as I am who I've become.
Both good and bad
I reflect the image of my own
I follow the path of my makers
People; in fact
Like you and like I
We are the creators of each other
Bonded by common grounds
The ones to which we physically walk on and live
Bordered by the segregation of same species by of course; invisible boundarors.
Some of which are visible
Mostly seen through the reflections of our own
Mirrored eyes reveal truth through involuntary traits
The same traits that make us man and woman alike
The same traits that betray those in which we are
Such a separation of species has been our eternally fatal tragic demise.
We weren't meant for what we truly are.
We are intended to be much more exemplary.
Divided by nature lessens our homogenous immaturity to the lowest level for success of any other means if found such wrongs.
I feel something inside of me that is itching to be set free.
It is not a monstrosity.
More so a virtuosity that is of truth, compassion and love.
Electricity flows withing our veins.
We are each and every one of us are responsible for setting each other up for failure.
We place limits upon ourselves.
I doubt what I can become.
We are unaware of who we truly are.
Simply because we are to afraid to release the amazing powers we all possess inside.
You and I have electricity inside of us.
8~21~16
Laughter from Another Room
by Michael R. Burch
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel;
as I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
Only you and I are real.
Only you and I exist.
Only burns that blister heal.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only hope that lingers dies.
Only love that lessens lives.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only sinners ever pray.
Only saints are crucified.
The crucified are always saints.
The crucified are always saints.
The maddest men control the world.
The dumb man knows what he would say;
the poet never finds the words.
The poet never finds the words.
The minstrel never finds the notes.
The minister would love to curse.
The warrior never knows his foe.
The warrior never knows his foe.
The scholar never learns the truth.
The actors never see the show.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The artist longs to feel the flame.
The proudest men are not aloof;
the guiltiest are not to blame.
The guiltiest are not to blame.
The merriest are prone to brood.
If we go outside, it rains.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we dare to love, we fear.
Blind men never see the sun;
other men observe through tears.
Other men observe through tears
the passage of these days of doom;
now I listen and I hear
laughter from another room.
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel.
As I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
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Something’s in life will always haunt us but sharing lessens the burden
AU-REVOIR DEAREST MUMMY
Hi Mom,
Please switch your computer on,
Wherever you are,
Perhaps you are that
Brilliant star,
That I see every night,
That shines so bright,
What I have to say,
Will not take all day,
But its time I
Recorded on email
A chapter that I’ve ignored
Of my life,
When you were still alive!
I always did cherish,
Our moments together,
I hope you did too,
For I’ve always loved you,
And my secret hope
From a little girl, was
You would never perish!
We were best friends,
It was so wholesome
But after dad died,
And you cried and cried,
You changed,
You were so lonesome,
But you became
A patriarch,
Not a matriarch
As you always had been,
But a bully,
Which truly
Made me very sad,
As I also missed dad!
Unfortunately we
Began to lose touch,
Although I always
Loved you, very much.
For one complete year
I felt so guilty,
For it was so silly,
That it all came to this,
I was unhappy and
One miserable day,
Gave you a hug and a kiss,
Immediately I felt better!
But you got sick
Shortly thereafter,
With dementia,
Every day was
Heart-rending venture!
You became bed-ridden,
But something in
Your lovable confused
Mind lay hidden,
For you always
Recognised me,
And held my hand,
As you lay dying,
And I was left crying!
All I want you to know
Is that I always have
And will always,
Love you so!
Au-revoir dearest Mummy!
I sit among the devils scorned.. battle weary broken worn. Within me a vacant frozen cavity.. nothing can bring me back, determined gravity.. tears drip and freeze.. bitter cold is what it bleeds.. oh the agony.. sweet agony!
Lustful cravings of the flesh draw me out
Removes barriers not a trace of self doubt.
Building growing consuming the prior
Mind body enveloped within the fire.
Mental barriers erected swiftly
Leaving connections shaken, shifty
Release becomes a struggle rather than a blessing.
Pain increases happiness lessens..
I walk in the shadows of beings crucified
Passified, testified, sacrafide, left by the side.
A mere smear of my prior being.
Life seeping from me as if my own blood was fleeing
Back down again on this very day
Rock bottom instant replay
This time even kneeling is a burden
Returning to my former self isn't certain
A replica of the original
Regrets and sorrow are the only ones left to mingle.
Picking up the few pieces of me that remain
My life force pours as it drains
Rain forms and seagulls fly under the gray sky
Your soft sway my bowed neck and zeal I pray
Imagine the level scale, knelt by heavenly shade
I envy how delicate your stem is when you jade.
Icicles that shine in the sun are magical
In a crisp climate, I sensed your fear and apical
Your witty light subdued the moon's zone
As I briefly brace you, my real self atone.
Sunset views of the sign upon a twilight
What if we had never met or acquired insight
My lovely words for you to feel and deem
Since our soft strike, my trust could redeem.
Charm lessens with age, but deep love stays
Two halcyon souls desire connection and sway
Love is available to anyone with an ajar heart
The first sign of love is the onset of a sheer start.
Written: May 19, 2022
does the dawn fall in love with
the receding night?
does the sun long to merge with
the silvery beams of the moon?
does the blue sky ever attempt to kiss
the earth in a tight embrace?
do the mountains strive to touch
the stars of the firmament?
is it not the red tint of the morn
that colours the cheeks of the dusk?
is it not the smile of the moon
that lessens the wrath of the sun?
is not the sky sharing the earth’s pain
as it sheds tear drops in sweltering heat?
aren’t the twinkling stars covering the darkness
lending a radiant sparkle to the black granite?
thus through mutual love, the world prospers.
love turns the world around,
enriching the donor and the receiver
it gives more than the soul can aspire
it lights up more than darkness can hide
it fills the void, makes us whole
a lighthouse to the sailors at sea
the greatest gift, a treasure of measureless worth
so love as never before, love till you die!
Electricity flows deep inside me.
You cannot harness it
Because I do not know it is there
Deep with in
And with in comes
With everything.
Attached to me is a soul
Morals that govern my entire existence
Profound power that is indescribable
However
This I am doing as I am who I've become
Both good and bad
I reflect the image of my own
I follow the path of my makers
People; in fact
Like you and I
We are the creators of each other
Bonded by common grounds
The ones which we physically walk and live upon
Bordered by the segregation of same species;
Invisible boundaries
Some of which are visible
Viable through the reflections of our own
Mirrored eyes reveal truth through involuntary traits
The same traits that make us man and woman alike
The same traits that betray those in which we are
Such a separation of species has been our eternally fatal tragic demise
We were not meant for what we truly are
We are intended to be much more exemplary
Divided by nature lessens our homogenous immaturity to the lowest level for success of any other means if found such wrongs
I feel something inside of me that is itching to be set free
It is not a monstrosity
More so a virtuosity that is of truth, compassion and love
Electricity flows withing our veins
We are,
each and every one of us,
Responsible for setting each other up for failure
We place limits upon ourselves
I doubt what I can become.
We are unaware of what we truly are
Simply because we are to afraid to release the amazing powers we all possess inside.
You and I have electricity inside of us.
10-05-16
Love takes its toll on every faltering form
Minds are all a blur, a never-ending storm
They all in time take pleasure in other wretches’ pain
Relieving their blistery hearts, subsiding the pouring rain
And as they cite a verse or two, they write it from the heart
Though none of it makes sense at first, at least there is a start
Pandemonium takes the best of a masterpiece at hand
Letting it rot in loneliness, a forsaken piece of land
The mind is screaming sevenfold for comfort and a way
To make others see the good in all that lessens day by day
And the vultures soar upon the earth, with its rancid dead
Stealing away the masterpiece and detaining it instead
They cry in the gravel below for love to overthrow
Never will their cries be heard, and this I only know
For in a deathful life of toil they artfully may say
The words unsaid but written fresh, only to decay
To seep into the ground, and back into the trees
The lead and ink and everything…smearing us free
He lost his job, now drives a rig.
The pros are small; the cons are big.
A sleeper cab is his abode
on tedious and lonesome road.
In Old West days, a steed he’d mount;
now yellow lines he cannot count.
A steady stream, long have they flowed
on tedious and lonesome road.
A ribbon flat, it sometimes winds,
descends or climbs until he finds
it’s all one constant episode
on tedious and lonesome road.
By some he’s loathed along the path.
For taking space, he’s shown their wrath.
Sparse traffic lessens not his load
on tedious and lonesome road.
He drives and while he drives, he yearns
for life’s return; his stomach churns.
He knows his hope but can erode
on tedious and lonesome road.
For the Solitude Contest of scott thirtyseven
(Some truck drivers have a very hard and lonely life and it's even worse
when they work for companies that couldn't care less about their welfare)
Lyrics come to me by moonlight
When the power of darkness lessens
When whispers soften like overripe
Mangoes dispatched hurriedly from India,
On ramshackle East Indiamen vessels
Sailing fruitfully through consternated
Waters and heated lines of the tropics,
Selling rewardingly on busy markets
Charged with the power of buy-and-sell,
And order-and-supply.
I wonder how Bob would react to
My girlfriend’s long and big, sexy hair
Blowin’ in the wind,
Seeking answers to horizon-tossed questions,
When howling, racing gales accompany
Frightened sorrel horses, newly freed from
Spavins, and spiked by the energy of the sun,
Hurtle home happily towards old and battered
Picket fences newly mended?
I write often under the spell of night rain,
Striving much not to blend lyrics with poems,
Which, like zucchini and cucumber,
May look alike but are quite different.
I stumble upon the fraternity between words
And promises and splice them with soft, nimble
Fingers of the piano.
Gentle taps yonder come from happily sobbing congas.
And with an unseen ensemble, a song is born.