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Michelle Haas Poem
As I pass through time
in my physical vessel
I connect the rhymes,
balancing them on my mind's trestle.
My consciousness detaches
from emotion and commotion
and intricately latches
onto an outstanding, expanding notion.
At twenty-three and so onward,
with every new midnight,
and every new songbird,
my mind escalates to a new height
brilliantly brightening my eye's light.
The novelty of these audibles
inclines life to be anything but probable.
Voluble are my audibles,
relieving my eye of it's monocle.
I focus and listen
to the cosmic sounds physics has given.
Seeing the sounds, all the compounds
do abound and surround
everywhere amongst these grounds.
Strategy is imperative when dodging the chaos.
Seek those audibles which avoid pathos.
Embrace the novelty, embrace the ambiance
for the moment now is all transience.
Copyright © Michelle Haas | Year Posted 2011
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Michelle Haas Poem
I contemplated self-mutilation
amongst the company of mutations
that were causing my heart starvation.
This is my mind's translation,
a proclamation, a deep introspective cogitation.
Marriage is in abrogation, it's a cancellation
that's been suffering from dehydration,
indignation, and mind-game infestation.
The hospital stay only lead to his dissipation,
my dedication desecration of him and our condemnation.
Here, here. Take this medication,
Talk to doctors about my desperation, oscillation, dissociation.
Came back to the outside and inhaled a monstrous inhalation
of fresh air and computations, correlations and speculation.
I became cursed with perturbation,
wondering why the perforation
of this operation was ripped into a malformation.
Then came the acceleration of meditation
to begin a new foundation and self-preservation.
The separation lead to a cosmic epiphanized revelation
and the pissing and purging of him out of my characterization.
Now comes my mind's decontamination,
a simplification of sterilization.
It was all a massive misinterpretation of ramifications,
but I'm learning this discontinuation
is a process of my soul's sanctification,
regeneration, and harmonization.
Congratulations...
to me on my amelioration.
Copyright © Michelle Haas | Year Posted 2011
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Michelle Haas Poem
I am a human
of mere flesh and blood
with a consciousness expanding
like a gorgeous dam flood.
I wake up each day alone on the couch
and wonder and ponder what today will I vouch.
I sit up and think of being alone
and feel very much like a mechanical drone.
I'll open the screen to listen to sounds
of music and sacred knowledge that abounds
my mind to believe that being alone
is just something I have to condone.
I've let go of so much, but I have to recount
the experience with him in order to surmount
to such a degree that my mind may unwind
and become newly and integrally designed.
I don't know him and yet I do.
It's a dissociation thing I am going through.
I cannot sing "I'm sorry for this"
because "this" is just "that"
only to which
is a lesson discerned
and a lesson learned
and no "I'm sorries" are needed
because me has superseded
the Selfish "I" who impeded
progress of our own.
But now that progress is only mine
left to align with the Divine.
Copyright © Michelle Haas | Year Posted 2011
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Michelle Haas Poem
Who am I?
I am who?
I am consciousness expanding through
to you.
I am me.
Me am I.
I am me
even after I die.
I am you.
You are me.
We are we
as one can be.
Copyright © Michelle Haas | Year Posted 2011
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