Mike Mikulak
Guest Poems
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I sit and cry
emptiness and thought pervading
I see the sun going down
crushing the earth
like a hot fireball
descending and keeping it's light from us
hoping that in the morning
we will drink the light in gluttony
emptiness and thought pervading
I see the sun going down
crushing the earth
like a hot fireball
descending and keeping it's light from us
hoping that in the morning
we will drink the light in gluttony
the night is long
and I sit and wait
for it to come and take me away
the dream continues in the empty darkness
reaping all that we achieved in the day
taking me for a journey
of light and darkness
simultaneously opening and closing my eyes
and I try to see
but the figures dimmed by the shutter of my eyes
destroyed by the flame
and I sit and wait
for it to come and take me away
the dream continues in the empty darkness
reaping all that we achieved in the day
taking me for a journey
of light and darkness
simultaneously opening and closing my eyes
and I try to see
but the figures dimmed by the shutter of my eyes
destroyed by the flame
and I awake in the night
darkness around
alone and aware
of my surroundings
but not of myself
the outer world so much easier to comprehend
a formula for everything
but when I look in
mystery
a place uncharted by math and science
a place not calculated and logical
were up is down
and dry is wet
this is were time dances
darkness around
alone and aware
of my surroundings
but not of myself
the outer world so much easier to comprehend
a formula for everything
but when I look in
mystery
a place uncharted by math and science
a place not calculated and logical
were up is down
and dry is wet
this is were time dances
in this place I feed my soul
hoping that I can stay a while longer
hoping that the thirst for light won't destroy the glamour
the sun draws its weapon and pulls me back
to a world so sure and so calculated
ready to judge and assign a grade to me
hoping that I can stay a while longer
hoping that the thirst for light won't destroy the glamour
the sun draws its weapon and pulls me back
to a world so sure and so calculated
ready to judge and assign a grade to me
so I try to hold on a little longer
enjoy the darkness
but it is a cycle
the moon must rise
but it must also set
making room for the sun that
blinds us with the glare
I seek a way to rejoin this place
during a time of the daylight glare
hoping that I will be able to see again
so I pour my blood on paper
and expose my soul
unable to escape
enjoy the darkness
but it is a cycle
the moon must rise
but it must also set
making room for the sun that
blinds us with the glare
I seek a way to rejoin this place
during a time of the daylight glare
hoping that I will be able to see again
so I pour my blood on paper
and expose my soul
unable to escape
even I need the physical world
its coldness and cruelty
its temporary love
a way to sustain the physical
unable to through the spiritual
the light doesn't allow
the science and the money
a barrier to a dream
a place visited by so many
yet realized by so few
a place were time dances with space
and things fall up
or down
whichever way they choose
its coldness and cruelty
its temporary love
a way to sustain the physical
unable to through the spiritual
the light doesn't allow
the science and the money
a barrier to a dream
a place visited by so many
yet realized by so few
a place were time dances with space
and things fall up
or down
whichever way they choose
so I try to get back
like a drug I need it
seeking this truth is my addiction
I finally realize that I cannot live like this
temporary doses of heaven
and then suffering withdrawal all day
I need to be saved
by the angel of darkness
the angel of light
so I take the gun
it's cold barrel tingling at the roof of my mouth
and pull the trigger
and I rejoin.
like a drug I need it
seeking this truth is my addiction
I finally realize that I cannot live like this
temporary doses of heaven
and then suffering withdrawal all day
I need to be saved
by the angel of darkness
the angel of light
so I take the gun
it's cold barrel tingling at the roof of my mouth
and pull the trigger
and I rejoin.
© Mike Mikulak