My Lifes Meditations or So Be It
Poetry by Michaela
The Search for The Holy Grail
Through Passed Time We've examined the causes of the streams of sins We've visited temples and churges to lead us safely from the dark ages,We've turned over many ancient tombs We've prayed for our Holy Sons ReturnsWe've looked up to the skieslooking endlessly for our lost Archsto carry us to SalvationButWe've only found,rivers of TearsCrosses and Thornsin Mothers broken Hearts!
First Flowers After Long Winter
Might I Refugee Child, Reach that secure gentle place of dusty dreamsLarger than Life or TimeWhere My Jeorney meets the end Of my Adventures,And where no pain is left in my world....Where I can live, happy and free, In the moment NOW fully Alive Never Dead!
Take your Flight
Pulsation,Vibration,Liberation, Reciprocating MotionAlternation,Throb, Come and Go, Ebb and Flow, Flux and Reflux,Up and Down,Wave, vibrate, sigh,swing, shake,see -saw-dance!
Nod Cortesy,tickle, play,chat wamble, babble, teeter, dangle, swag and all that!
Come and Go, Ebb and Flow, Pass and Repass, Back and From,Backwards and Forwards,Zig-Zag in and outFondle,Pitch for Earthquake, roll, toss pour your brandytake a shuttle and flourish!
Someday when there will be nothing left of me!
Some day, It might be too late, too late to find myself , when there will be just a shell left of what I used to be I will fly away I will be gone,won't even spare a passing Glance, on what will be left of me, I will turn my face to sea and say: Maybe againg some other day, sometime,somewhere through this neverending journey through time and space...
Love is Place between Heaven and Earth
Ebb Lady, AusterQueen, Austere Again, Now From Melancholy, Prevent Mischance, measure Your Dream, Question Slander,Forswear Vulgar Torment why be deceived by by roken secrecy of thy vow "I do" Should you seek to be submissive witless lover, peasant, bedtime doll, with fee for for forgotten values,broken manners, strike like hell, question yourself or taste the slow poison of regretful decayEbb Lady with Heir, don't haste above, can you still love?
Letter to Myself
I write a letter to myself, the film of past, sanctifies perilous work, with herculean will, bring the graceful tale to a merry end, just like in fairytales. Marry friend, the love from above, always filial abide in heaven, spacetravel discover, copulate, bloom from your loin and be fulfilled.Discover the hidden, find your talent and live grateful-mortal-immortaly.
Private Reflections
Why Be Marry
Why Grace Always Asks with Maiden Zeal Why Be Marry! Why You Say "Loathsome Me" Why Give Night guile tale Like every drunk Who uses more ale he can bare...torment should only lover, but your busom His spirit is filial and you know friend how has do him well be marry. And how he has come to please your will what else do I need? What else can he bring?