ALL I KNOW IS


A light once possessed, this want, had a common thread, we begin

to unravel, left with lingered thoughts of you, once made me insane

deep, inside my veins, you, came like a drug to flow under my skin


when the conditions were right, comes a perfect storm, so multi-layered

my right to saver, you, an impression of, a deepest void, my failure to nigate
 
left only, a need, a fix, my heart was fire, steeped like a craving, not shared
 
as your memory differs from mine, you and I remember, in our own way to explain

the story of a love now having gone cold, left behind, of what was, the image seared
 
of me watching you go, my eyes are left wide, for all I know is gone, the hurt retained
 
like some paper thin walls that come back to echo , to reverberate, not fade
 
that dripping sink, our first place, no longer a comfort, my fist through a wall
 
my way to recall, a few minutes more, just to lie with you, in the bed, we made


as your memory differs from mine, you and I remember, in our own way to explain

the story of a love now having gone cold, left behind, of what was, the image seared
 
of me watching you go, my eyes are left wide, for all I know is gone, the hurt retained
 
By Michael Perry

Hi Cordelia
 
 
 
Thank you for stopping by to comment, I appreciate it very much!.  regards Mike

LOVE LEFT IN REDUX
 
?
 
In those moments that held us cold and sober
 
where the silence crawls, apathy becomes the thrill
 
demanding all our attention, realizing the fight
 
in us was finished, a bitter pill we swallowed, moreover
 
?
 
to have a love you can\'t get back, our paradise lost
 
a love left in redux, now a casualty, the final cost
 
?
 
like a half past moon, no reason to stay
 
we have nothing left to savor or hinder
 
with our tongues silently rendered, why
 
didn\'t love stay, paying the price, no say
 
?
 
love was a conversation in passing, no pat answer
 
we lift the flag of surrender- as love goes down under
 
if it wasn\'t enough, for us both, this love, we shared
 
a love we once devoured, to fight or flight, now a blur
 
?
 
to have a love you can\'t get back, our paradise lost
 
a love left in redux, now a casualty, the final cost
 
?
 
honesty our only option, with hearts laid out on the sleeve
 
while in the morning after, it was the wedge to drive us away
 
truth or consequence, was it you, or was it me, maybe both or
 
a little bit of happenstance, a part of our growing make believe
 
?
 
to have a love you can\'t get back, our paradise lost
 
a love left in redux, now a casualty, the final cost
 
?
 
By Michael Perry

Hi Cordelia
 
 
 
Thank you for responding- I am apprehensive, and tentative each time when posting- seems everyone has a comment or question as to why I post the way I do- I only hope is that after reading what I post- you get what I present!. ...so thank you!....with regards Mike

                             THE YEAR IN REVIEW
 

If there was a year that was, mark this as the year that was because
 

as it begins to pass into history- or infamy let us not forget, to reflect
 

on all the gun violence at every turn from city to city, village hamlet and town
 

making us take stock, run for cover -so tell me, why are there so many haters
 

we got the NRA- black lives do matter-watch your back-while guns have no mind
 

still hate has an agenda -paint a pretty picture, in tender mercies, hardly, what a year
 

recount, the trouble overseas- settling scores, political game changers more troubles
 

all the hot spots, international dangers, Iran, Iraq, Russia with Syria, Afghanistan
 

Pakistan-Palistine, Israel- USA and now we got us a lame duck president-politics anyone?
 

a transition year-Trump or Mrs Clinton, Rubio, Cruz, Bernie Sanders- why we can\'t wait
 

as the dust finally settles-and we say for the first time ever, hail to our Madam President
 

for it was a year of planes trains, automobiles , fast food-lines- fire the grill-ketchup, mustard
 

burger, fries all the calories galore- Mac Burger or Donald King- Delta, the American Air Lines
 

all the takeover does it really matter which one emerges- victorious, we still had countless delays
 

more bad weather, all the crowds, with less patience, gas cost less- no lines- so don\'t ask or complain
 

as we hang on to every single word, imogii, emoticon more deep thinkers- android, apple- cell phone
 

Ipads, the climates changing- soon no more polar ice- the astronauts, space dust, Mercury, Pluto,Mars
 

a space race- rocket- X-drones- you pay through the nose- still keep me earth bound, firmly footed
 

plant me on the ground- give me the newest bestseller, or Star Wars-with Adele\'s triumphant return
 

CNN, fighting ISIS-fighting words- multiple religions John Lennon\'s words ring true, we live in fear
 

fall out shelters up in the mountains, whats next and still there was more- the terrorists continue
 

to threaten every nation, where no ones safe- paralyzed California-Je suis (I am) Paris-who\'s next
 

how much longer till we come together as one united front, angry, and make those f***kers pay
 

so give us peace- our rally cry- we can no longer delay- and still it would not be a year complete without
 

those Kardashians, Bruce Jenner\'s transition -call me Caitlain- how far we\'ve come, Kim and Kanye
 

Chloe and Lamarr, Kylie, Kendall- just how many are there- as we delve into pop-culture-the internet
 

google- face book- tinder, pintrest, your guess or mine- and yes there will be a quiz- so don\'t you fret
 

as we drop the crystal ball in Times Square one more time count it down to 10-drop all the confetti
 

make a huge mess- who cares- someone else will clean it up - a million people crammed into one square
 

mile- with friends you never met, ready, set, turn the calendar page- start the clamity, more hysteria,
 

see whats next- repeat the process- count your blessings- look toward the future-knowing we cannot
 

prevent what we don\'t see ahead- take a breathe- one day at a time, 365, 366 who\'s counting, leap year
 

take it all in stride, run but you can\'t hide or turn back the time, every-body smile-Happy New Year
 

By Michael Perry
 

 

FOR THE DEAD
 
willows weep
 
silent stoic
 
poised in saintly supplication
 
bitter surroundings meld
 
leaving barren crusts of earth exposed
 
ancient roots bleached white
 
cling together
 
as the onslaught of night continues unabated
 
frost heaves deeply cut
 
furrow frozen ground, winds moan
 
incessantly digress to a Winter\'s canticle
 
paying homage to the dead
 
by Michael Perry
 
(copyright MOBIUS) 25th edition

Quote from: stewart alexander date=1450958466quite a piece... would sound good read out..  but.. as mentioned.. don\'t need the dashes.. but it didn\'t spoil it..    good writing  bud..
   
   
       
   
   
      a soul catchers dream ..   just wonderful..
   

Hi Stewart
 
 
 
As always, I appreciate your kind comments and feedback- it means so much!..regards Mike

Hello Cordelia
It is my attempt as a pause, or stop a thought, then to carry on.  I do use commas and periods in sentences and paragraghs when I write letters but for me when I write poetry, this is how I think it and write- I know it is unorthox, and for alot of people it is oft-putting, and I am sorry that it is difficult read- that is not my intent.  I will do my best in the future to keep your comments in mind when I post again.  Regards Mike 

 
 

                   CHRISTMAS (deconstructed)
 
?
 
for the story to start, the snow will begin to fall-silently, we cleave
 
search for a reference point, be re-awakened- ready to listen
 
as we close our eyes, take heed-prayers answered, if we believe
 
?
 
comes a star, impossible to ignore, for there up in the sky
 
sitting stoic, to wait, shining bright-brightest- it comes to guide
 
a soul catchers dream-to lead a cause, no reason to ask why
 
?
 
it demands our attention for on this night, be like no other
 
something magical-indefinable, comes created-heaven sent
 
a bless-ed event-for what\'s in a name, we take in, to be discovered
 
?
 
for it is written, out of a promise made, vows broken through
 
disguised, for in whose name, we take his in vain-we will stray
 
deny him- or blame- still faithful, be drawn back, when spoken to
 
?
 
ready to come when called, to believe-compromise, fall in line
 
give in to redemption, based solely on a miracle-the color of gold
 
yet from out of whose humbled beginnings, we see it, the divine
 
?
 
that which makes a night-brought center stage, pierced by the cold
 
a mother and her child huddled-deep within a stable-unaware, they
 
show us- that we are guided by the simple words on a page-ages old
 
?
 
in the hopes that some will follow-and let the miracles unfold
 
while others will cry-imposter- they demand his head- there is no peace
 
yet from out of this divide will come-as we behold- Christmas
 
?
 
a faith-led by the nose-or based purely in faith- we will comprehend
 
what the heart will accept- becoming our picture of that first scene
 
a starry night-beheld we tremble, reflect-genuflect- praise his name
 
?
 
for on this night-comes a child- pleading, to be heard- still, regardless
 
blaspheme , carry on-what does it all mean-for me, for you, your version,
 
or mine -what ever the belief system, for every one else- it is, Christmas
 
?
 
By Michael Perry

Hi Joey
 
Deeply- thoughtful and reflective...I enjoyed the read!!..thanks for sharing!...regards Mike

Very heart-heart and nicely written, thank you for sharing.   regards Mike

Hi Stewart
 
 
 
I am back!...and what a poem to come back to!...epic in stature, deep and thought-provoking- your words are so powerful!...I would certainly buy your book of collected poems for certain!...I am a major fan for sure.  Thanks for sharing your genius!...regards Mike

Hi Space MonkeyThank you for sharing such a beautiful poem- every one writes about love- but not many can communicate or take it to the next step-yours, is an in-depth exploration- the concept of love and what it means!...to be- to feel it- one to one- bring it to fruition-begin to end- an awesome write!...thanks for sharing!...regards Mike 

Hi Stewart your a font of dramatic wonder- your words are lyrical-off putting, deep, profound-under the skin and skin deep- keeping us at a distance and drawing us in- to the magic and mystery of -the written word!...Thank you for sharing!...regards Mike

Hi Stewart Your writing leaves me to feel I am so inadequate as a writer, myself.  While, your words (each and every one of them)-fit, and find a place in the sentence- they transcend- to give a lyrical conceptualization of a mood, a moment or an act of some kind- of what is and what isn\'t -this is what makes your poems profound- something bigger than the page it is written on- I am truly a fan!..regards Mike