Bruised Ego's
and hurt feelings
overcoming the
stresses of differences
scaling the cultivation of secrecy
to partner and reporter
to connect and communicate
the emotional and physical intimacies
of belonging
being needed
being wanted
and being loved
non- deceptive
the justifcation of
conflict in resolution
the eventaul day
of togetherness
to start anew
to unite as one
Spoke Eros Te Love God
to these people who needed Guidance
for that togetherness after conflict
Meanderd Might they
sort between the things
that matter
Those tender mercies whisper to the need of belonging
Echo of Mercy Whispers of Love
I Declare,
If you were to ask
Ask of me
To tell you of Elohim
And show Him to thee
Then I would speak
For hours not few
Declaring in my words
My Elohim to you
Righteous is He
An Elohiom of love
Ruler over Earth
The heavens above
Perfect, and pure
Beautiful and wise
He hears the humble
Answers their cries
Elohim Almighty
Creator, the One
Father of salvation
Yeshua, the Son
Strong, yet patient
Just are His ways
Longsuffering toward us
Throughout our days
But if you were to ask me
To describe Him to you
I would rather confess
That my words woul not do
I've cried, and I've tried
With this feeble speech
But of my Elohim Most High
A flesh tongue cannot reach
These words that exist
They can only begin
To capture in fraction
And declare of Him
And so I urge, won't you please
Ask Him, and see
For Elohim Himself
Will reveal Himself to thee
We use to know
Howt o put thinggs down.
People gowin roundd,
Their lives tied behindt em by a spyne of brown strings.
You know we use to know howter kill cows
Wid the back af wharrever, hacking instrument hong at hande
D blunt end woul send your bovine friend awai
So she will not com back fora longg tyme.
So in that tyme as longe, you took excellent care ov her estaite
The horns and steaks te table ate
While shi's gone, til she returns
When you're old ant your world's all yor young wone learns
An told cow come back an says she, 'thanks'
'I appreciated the efficient dispatch'.
How she gloons to see them, kids completed
Kids that cow-Madame herself haz fedd.
And be it forehead uf god, or the middle of d brow of ya reldest cow,
We use to know
D special spots.
The places fork cortingg, and lovingg, and dyingg
The spot betweeain dose dopey grass-my-eyes,
Staring back at yer in e abattoir
Or th slightly reddedd board in d smokey olt barn.
And yu knew
That if you 'it that spot juss righ
D eyes die inside, no feel, no figh,
Wonn touch, noi much,
An owt went the lights.
Tender tear drops drip
like dreams from pain ted petals, as slowly, I
pick my path through the st inging nettles of every pain
filled word you say. You pus h me away with idle chattel,
as in my heart I fight this loosing battle. Can't you see I'm
so lonely without you. I would gladly be there to hold
your hand through life's insipid sorrow if you would
but let me. I would fill you with joy and make
you smile each day with fragrant lavender
roses. But I know you don't feel the
same. Your indifference hurts.
Am I so difficult to love?
I would joyfully give
you my world
if you let
me.
01/29/17
When I'm pining for the power to yield
Breaking all the branches I seize
Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes
I can't see for the trees
I level
With the shallow playing field
Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you
Delicately drafting
Inconspicuously crafting
The grand facade before you
Where my art lies
The best is underwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I promised I woul...
So I'm peeking past the pitch of my prime
Modeling the modern stage
Perforating patience with a paradox
In place of where the sophist meets the sage
I level
With the hallowed bottom line
Hopeful like the point of a nail
Architecture fractures
In apocalyptic rapture
Where false frameworks prevail
There my heart lies
The beat is overwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I swore I could
I guess I'm knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Excess
Will not lead to progress
Will not let me access
What I learned I should
Rid me of
Termites
Crawling into airtight
Trademarks of my disguise
Make me decide I'm good
When I'm just knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
© Michal Czechak 2016
Walking down the
road of life
we run into the unusual
Echoes in the
deep canyons
of the mind
bring forth creativity
Did you ask
for visionary angels to inspire you?
No - perhaps you didn't
well they will come to you
bearing the gift of poetry
living you with a very warm glow
in the interior of your woul
"Dear Santa i know
Youre a busy person and i hope this leter tel you
Wat i need. i need a fathel. Qu'ikly
An 'though id rater be the unhapy person, itl beter
To write you and say i believe on you.
"So its jut no words, but my life and iam not a bery Sentiment 'bout fixes things. Wel, i mu'st e'plain
'Cause i dont want to confuse you.
"Wat i try to say is for those e'raged
Things and fru'trated love, and i'm jut as glad
Youre not confused, and beside that,
Wat el'e is there you think somethin' el'e?
"But you mu't bring this father
And if you dont, i'm not blamin' you by any magic
Set or by the stormy-cart animals, as mysel'.
The l'ast thing that woul' not happen. How'ver,
i felt like i'm more part of your pa't
Pickin' up on the street savage tongues who come to you
And remove all your skin, i learn'd this from a book.
"And i hate them so much
Not only t'ey were oblig'd to kee'
Their own na'ty pleashure over me but they hurt me too!
"Was ever such a message wat i wanted,
i oug't to ask? Please, reply it qu'ikly.
From "The Nursery Dawn"
My Son
My son walks this earth, a troubled lad,
No help, kindness, understanding to be had
He has become just a shell
Each day for him a living hell.
Somewhere along his journey path
He lost love, hope and the ability to laugh
He smoked cigarettes and drank,
Then even lower he sank
The nasty drugs it seemed
Eased his inner pain, but made him mean.
No money left for clothes food or rent
Every penny on drugs he spent.
He couldn't get work, only the dole
So he borrowed, sold and stole
He did the crimes, and served the time
Release time arrived and same old tale,
No place to rent, no jobs if you're been to jail
What a relief it woul be to say,
'My Son he is black or he is Gay'
Instead for the rest of my life
Every time he gets into strife
Like a loaded runaway train,
I too, will feel his pain.
Love isn't enough it would seem
To keep us all focused, good and clean
Some of us stumble and fall
As others will rise and stand straight and tall
Please just for a moment today
Could you just hope and pray
For My Son and others on the troubled path
Pray that some day they will again love and laugh
?(I) real(L)y do care (I) promis(E)d i woul(D) be there.
(I) truely (D)o want y(O)u a(N)d i love you (T)oo.
I'l(L) be with y(O)u Fore(V)er really i promis(E)
YOU
Even though im in a crowd with people all
around me for some reason i feel lik I'm all
alone. Like no one understands me and that
no one reconizes that I am me. Some one who
has felt and some one who needs to feel
love and pain. I need to talk to talk to
someone but I cant find that someone who
will listen to me and care for me when I am
all alone deep inside my mind. I cant help
but think who needs me its not like im
needed everyone can go on wiht out me im
just a speck out of a million others. So
who woul miss me and who would feel the
pain for me when i am gone. But I know
no matter what I do people will miss me.
But will they miss you.