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Damn I'm late. Time moves slow but, sure as the devils footsteps. Ever so lightly
as sin and time passes by. Damn I'm late. Time is creeping up on you like the
sure death of cut wrists, and the running out of air in this box shape life. Damn
I'm running late, and there is nothing I can do about it, like the ones doomed and
placed aside for the Pitts of hell. So why rush, why run, why wish, or hope. I'm
already late. So I guess sorry would be my reasoning for lateness, and time
would be my reason for my sorries.
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a sick man with a son and daughter
it even hurts to drink a glass of water
his liFe was good
and could of been longer...
only if his body
was a bit stronger
he was a good man
and never did wrong
but in his body
a sickness was born
his son wish he could go back in time
or at least read is mind
one could do anything
but watch him die
outside he smiles
inside he cries
no one told him what is worng
he thinks last year her good as an new born
his son wants to tell him
but it may cause harm
and at the same time
they say its wrong
if the man is sick...
he sould know
why let him die
and on top of that
SLOW
CAUSE HE IS NOT YOUR FATHER
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Life without blood and tears would be pointless. Nothing to care for, days spent searching for
that something, that anything, to fill in that hole in your heart made for protection; the
opportunity to feel the virtues of being someones savior, protector, lover, friend. I found my
life, my blood, my tears, in the wide eyes of Her. Blood and tears would exit my body in any
notion of harm to my Her. Her skipped breaths are my life support, breaths I survive upon
richly. I hear her heart sing songs of love, and feel it pulsate beats of fear, for she is as
optimistic as the day before, fearing what the day may bring, but lives through it when the
sun raises with joy and no regrets. Her laughter shakes my very soul with a sense of
blessing, feeling blessed that I am the presence of such beauty. She is my will to do better,
to learn more, talk less, listen more. The batting of her eyes sets off hurricane winds, with
the strength of her being. But as strong as my Her may be, she is softer than anything this
world can create. Her hands are of silk and warm milk, her lips are as full as they want to be,
bouncing the softest of kisses of love when we separate. Her tongue tastes as sweet as sugar
itself, cool and comforting to mine. Her hips fit my hands so well, I never want to let go. Her
flower is one of the softest, most intriguing body parts of my Her. Both sides are equally as
soft as the other, too smooth to grasp but tempting enough to make me try. This is one part
that can't fit in my hands, but still I try anyway. Her breasts are as golden as a lions mane.
Grasping my eyes when exposed. A perfect slope to the chestnut breasts are colored nipples
that seem to highlight these mounds. They are as moody as Her, feeling velvet one week,
bold and daring the next. They are the warmest sensation my lips and tongue has ever felt,
hardening with every touch of my lips and tongue.
She is my blood, she is my tears. Everything I would live and die for, she is my Her.
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You live you die
its a short time
my hero
my friend
my king
my dad
his heart is what
every man wish they had
the time to say goodbye is near
as he tells me he tears
i need this man
he is everything to me
to keep him here i would live life on one knee
god please
dont take this man away
let him stay
without him
i cant go another day
it hurts when u know he is leaving
all i want is one good reason
to take this man away from me
he is the root and i am the tree
i cant live without
his love
his smile
his being.
his kiss
his hug
so this is my last prayer
oh lord
dont have me visiting a morgue
please
amen
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it been said that
"HE wont put you through more than you can't bear"
funny cause....
MY MOM DIED
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You And I
Land to land
You and I
We are all you and I’s
You’re a you…and I’m an I
Reason being is there is no you without an I
In fact if there is really an I
An I as in
Me being you…
Than that would only mean that You were I
Which also means
Only by the fact of life
That I is a you…
An I that You see...
An I can not live without You…
It needs someone like You to let I know
That You know its there…
If there is no you…
You is reduced to an
I…
An I is just an I
Till a You say hi I
Which only by the facts of life
Is no longer an I.
It becomes part of something
It becomes a YOU…
In understanding of this…
I is just an understatement of You
And You is just an understanding of I
Luke Michel
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CRASH
What if we could crash into every person we come into contact with…
Not crash in a painful way….
But…
But crash as in…
A connecting sense.
Becoming one with that person for one second…
Just a touch of a hand
Or even a brush of a shoulder.
For JUST that one min…
You two can understand one another
Feel what the other person is feeling
Its like become ONE WITH SOMEONE for just ONE second
What if…
We all said hello to everyone we meet…
It would be like talking to everyone in the world…
I say hello to you and you say hello to me…
Than walk two block and say it once more…
Till… till… you find that you’re just another person…
Just like them…
If once in your life you seen to feel invisible…
Try saying hello to everyone you see…
Than see how many people see you…
Than and only than u realize that you are really here…
And so are they… together on the map of land
Water
And wind
All things that we have no control over…
But one thing we can control…
Is Crashing
Crashing of words
Crashing of bodies
Crashing of feeling
Crashing of minds…
CRASHING
Luke Michel
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This world is filled with hate
having a baby
with no intentions to create
a child is born
and killed at the same
it takes a min. to run through the doc's mind
the baby could of been
the next Dr. King
but with a dead soul
there is nothing the baby could bring
its sad how
men have babies
and dont want to be fathers
why even bother
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a lady jumps off a bridge with her baby in hand
another fights to push her baby out of her...
these two are not too far apart
in fact they are closer than you think
the one thing that keeps them apart is...
one understands what the world is capable of doing...
and the other just hasn't grasp it...
now the question is
which one...
for...
their not too far apart...
both would never let the world hurt their child...
one just made sure of it...
is she wrong???
for never wanting to see her child be done wrong...
both would give their child the world
just one gave the world to the child
the question is
which one...
both these women are not too far apart
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I don't think much of tomorrow. Well not as much as I should. People say u never know what tomorrow has in store for you. But what about the people in third world counties. Do they believe that food and freedom will just pop up tomorrow. That god will just let loose his tight grip he has on them. And all will be well. don't get me wrong. I don't know what tomorrow may have in store of all of us, but I do know it really never differs from yesterday. Not much changes nowadays. one can say ur life is all in ur hands. But if u believe in a higher power that not possible. Hear me out, god has this big plan for all of us, and i believe in him just like the next guy, but what makes a difference between me and the average joe, is he is too blind to ask questions, too blind to see, and realize that no answer is just as bad as i dont know, which is also, in turn as good as NO.
what people seen to be doing is getting being optimistic mixed up with being real. Yes one can be optimistic but there is a point where we must realize that your not being real with yourself. There have been many times in my life where being optimistic has been taking the easy way, but i knew it would make things harder when the world shows it's ugly face and lets me know that the easy way out only would get me but so far. So i take the hard and better way into everything i do. My dad had gotten sick a few years back, and the word of the year was optimistic. Everyone in my family were saying he was going to get better in no time, which in due time he did. But if u ask me, i think that optimistic feeling they were giving off was a fake, to hide how everyone really felt. Which was, he wasnt going to make it another year, let alone another month. i guess what im trying to say is that, words, feelings, higher powers, are just here to make us feel safe. Like were not alone in this big world. I wonder if this god went on vacation, would half the world even realize it. I dont think i would. We are some busy people. I mean, how many time someone has left the room, and an hour later we are calling their names, thinking their still there. now what if that same person is someone you could never see to begin with. Most of us wouldnt even know he/she has ever shown up.
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