poems-and-insomnia:

Standing tall, there the oak tree waits for me,

Should I lie beneath the outstretched branches

I would write of this eternal country

Where white rabbits run round silver birches.

Antique and tired, there the oak tree will wait,

There at the foot of a golden meadow

It stands eternal, withstood against hate,

The gurgling river passes green and slow.

 

Tall and dry and blown by the gentle winds,

There the grasses stand overgrown and gold,

All surround the oak tree, and each must mind

The scarring thoughts that all the old men hold.

There it will stand until the ends of time,

There it will stand until I make the climb.

elzaro:   Mike’s Note:  Some very nice writing to be found here.  Check him out. 

To the man I’ll someday be.
Don’t forget the sound of silence. The way it opens old wounds and fills them with salt.
Don’t forget the girl sitting on your fence when you were 11. She was teasing you about being a hippy and her teeth were so damn white.
Don’t forget that feeling of falling. When the earth knocked the wind out of your lungs and fairies danced on your eyelids.
Don’t forget that first day of school. You cried and got self conscious until you realized all the other kids were as well. It was easier to let go of your mums hand then.
Don’t forget the feel of rain drenching your skin as you walked around at 3am, a head full of thoughts that aren’t important. That feeling of being clean,remember it. The sky can heal many wounds.
Don’t forget that first kiss, file it away under happy thoughts but don’t dwell on it. Dwell on the girl though, the way her lips curved at the corners when you looked at her. A small smile, a private smile, the first you ever got.
Don’t forget your dreams. Not the ones that fade away each morning and leave you feeling a little lost. The ones that keep you up late with the harsh light of a monitor hurting your eyes. Writing silly lists to a future self, as if someone would care.
Don’t forget that feeling when you got told you were wrong and realized it was true. You fight fiercely and honestly but that doesn’t make you right, remember to take that step back and appreciate the words being said to you.
Don’t forget your words. Cling to them as tightly as you can because when all else fails you, you can weave a world so majestic that you’ll forget where you came from.
Most of all, don’t forget the people. The ones you met at odd hours of the day at a train station going to nowhere in particular. The ones you met online that convinced you that writing isn’t about fancy words and hidden meanings, it was about truth and love. About the way words can sink their teeth into your heart and never let go until the blood seeps out and all you’re left with is a feeling of wanting something more.
Don’t forget we all get lost sometimes. You might find yourself reading something you don’t like but that doesn’t make it bad. People write for truth. They write for you, they write for themselves, they write for no one and they write just to feel something. To taste a little bit of freedom before it’s too late.
Don’t forget. Memories are just as important as dreams and we need Rememberers as much as Dreamers.
-Elzaros

eileenbarry:

in the waiting, a clock ticks
beating drums
soothe and frustrate.
Time is mine
and yet, it slips away
hour turns hour into forever

looking back, dreams faltered
but somehow 
came true anyway
new ones form
and yet, they slip away
hour turns hour into forever

in freshly minted moments, hope dances
what’s new begins
with endless promise
held so fast
and yet, it slips away
hour turns hour into forever

on the edge, of whats to come
fear beats louder
than my own heart
not yet, not now
and yet, it too will slip away
hour turns hour into forever

in close worn battle, voices chide
and chatter much of
all that’s lost and won
memories seem bold
and yet, they slip away
hour turns hour into forever

with each breath, life is waiting
for journeys end
and what will never come
the end of beginning
every day, it slips away
hour turning hour into forever

scribbledexpressions:

Have I been touched by the shadows
of my midnight wall?
Gray figures have danced across my room,
watching from corners and cracks of darkness.
Have I been marked,
with this itch I cannot scratch…
for it lies deep within the contours of my skull.
Are my dreams, dreams, or realities I refuse
to believe were true?
Probing prods into the tissues of my mind,
my imagination… is it them?
Abstract thoughts, curve into pictures of sense.
Circles, are the miracles traveling within
my stream of veins…
Am I connected, to them?
Have I traveled in my sleep, to the moon,
into space and time, of places cold…
for each day I find myself to shiver,
I have dreamed the night before.

tarnishedsoul:

It’s times to let you go…

You’ve been flaking off

like rust on an old tin can.

Moment after moment  and

now it’s finally the time to end….

to bury you and to bury us

with all  pomp and circumstance,

funeral flowers and mournful wail,

it’s time to let you go… finally.

If no one’s told you yet today
let me be the first to say
Mike please be original…
and say it in a different way
okay my friends
truth be told
I love you all
you’re good as gold

Good morning everyone.  Just in case you haven’t already heard this old saying ad nauseum, If no one’s told you yet today, let me be the first.

I love you,
Mike <3

Thanks again Tumblr - The poem that was just eaten will be re posted shortly.  Oh these are times that try men’s souls indeed.  :)

mikefrawley:

Though It truly breaks my heart
some things I simply cannot do
I’ve no magic or healing powers
you must find the beauty in you

I can’t heal those unseen scars
or make the memories go away
but I’ll love you even if you can’t
and walk beside you all the way

Life is often unkind love of mine
so much we’ll never understand
yet I’d dearly love to spend it all 
holding you by heart and hand

mikefrawley:

Go ahead, call me a waste of potential
remind me of the love I’ve let slip away
truth be told you’ll be talking to no one
and yeah, it’s been that kind of day

As for fame and fortune I truly give
less than a fuck, not one single one
today my conscience is pretty much clear
save for the kindness I’ve left undone

It’s time to tell you all goodnight
I haven’t done this in quite a while
and while I’ve nothing much to say
I’d like to leave you with a smile

Goodnight to one, goodnight to all
I send hugs to every one of you
I hope you like it, but if you don’t
know I did the best that I could do

Goodnight and much love,
Mike <3

Gather round
the gang’s all here
victims mix
with volunteers
broken
tired
uninspired
fighters
writers
up all nighters
seeking heaven
been through hell
All God’s Children
getting well
a strange place
to find such grace
I’m just glad
we share this space
as the pen gently rests
beneath the dove
I bid you all
abundant love

soul-in-division:  MIke’s Note:  Some people are simply spoiled, and then again some people deserve ALL the good they get.  <3  Bettie and Janie Rock!  

Just when I thought I’d lost The Fuzz
I saw blue lights behind me and I knew that I was
totally screwed.

If only I’d wings I’d leap into the air
and high-tail it right the heck outta there.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
but a little honey bee and a big dog with fluffy ears!

A Newfoundland is nothing to ignore
and 5-O quickly sailed through the door
of his cruiser.

Phew! He sped off and the bee sat on my shoulder.
She sang me a song of her life when she’s older,
and under her song I could hear her buzzing
and the Newfy came over for some quality nuzzling

and that’s when it happened. Out sprouted my wings!
I no longer needed my gasoline thing
(What a relief because gas prices are high.)
So, the bee and the Newfy and I started to fly.

(Newfies can fly, in case you didn’t know.)
We soared up in the air and yelled, “Look out below!”
(We dropped honey-filled candies for children with sore throats.)
And we flew all the way to the land of the goats.

The goats looked up and thought we were birds.
We tried to land on the grass without stepping on turds.
The leader of the goats had a really long beard,
and this where the story truly gets weird.

The goats spoke in unison about all of their worries -
like pollution and greed and the arrival of The Furies.
We listened intently and, thus, we decided
that goats made good sense when they weren’t being derided
for having the Devil’s eyes.

After we rested, we flew to Olympus
hoping the gods would not too soon glimpse us
and send out some mischief to get in our way
because they’re too lazy to help us today.

They met us with with boredom on their godly faces
‘til the Newfoundland barked out some magical phrases
that even gods must respect.

So, they listened to our request for humanity
And dished out some verses laced with profanity -
or was it profundity, now I can’t remember -
whatever it was, the little bee is so clever,

she gathered up the verses to store in her honeycomb.
She’ll be parsing them out carefully now that she’s home.

Welcome home, little bee! Sorry that went on so long! :)

mikefrawley:

Please come close my lovely one
my heart’s one and only desire
shall we speak of love for hours
or might we ignite her sacred fire

Carried aloft on gossamer wings 
who dares ask what lies in store
whispers naughty, breathing softly
toujours mon amour je t’adore

Eyes glistening in the moonlight
afterglow sighs neath the rising sun
dove of passion be mine tonight
no, be mine forever my lovely one