When flesh prevails
And spirit fails
Who remains?
When passions die
And evil lies
Who remains?
When love is lost
And warm faith is frost
Who remains?
When blood is shed
And near is death
Who remains?
When the others fall
And one stands tall
Who remains?
I will tell you who remains
I will tell you who saves with grace
Yahweh saves
Our Father remains
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC
There once was only
...
Until one day a sound resounded in the heavens
Rebounded at each barrier
Shattering and shaking
Breaking the woven fabric
Like it was attacking a bandit
Stealing potential.
And now we have this astounding creation
Cremated by human hands
And blandly recalled in sub-par bars
and meter and rhyme
Because none can do it justice
This universe and space and time.
Bittersweet indeed.
And every day more tears rain down
from Elohim eyes
While we stagnate satisfied by
Evil lives
Content to die without purpose
Victims of
Passion, Politics, ***********
Painkillers, Pandemics, Parlor talk
And we walk steady
Rocking our inadequacy for all to see
Never to see the salt is gone
And all we reap is weeping
And broken teeth.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
Valentine’s Day
Is a bane
All it contains
Is poetry plain
And that’s all that I have to say
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
They call me a two faced freak
But I know I’m not fake in the least
Sure sometimes I am beastly
And other times priestly
That’s just the complexity of me
That’s a truth that took me too long to see
That there is nothing wrong
Well not worth this long problematic
Space in time I’ve wasted feeling
Sorry
For myself and everybody else
Embrace the cycle
Maybe Micah is just a complex person
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
Burning, beating
Fighting, fleeing
War is a desperate thing
Hacking, slashing
Bashing, bleeding
Glory to the victor, indeed!
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 8:20 PM UTC
If I am empty, lad
Then I must be fillable
And forsaken land
Then I am still tillable
So hand me a pint
And I’ll drink the tankard full
And we’ll be on our merry way
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
Crisp and yellow things
Small suns in my open mouth-
Crap! The bag’s empty!
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
The small buzzing fly
Causes me so much grief, but...
Who am I to **** it?
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
In the suburb it only takes a certain lens
To see that not all is as it pretends
The mind is so quickly warped by life
And the pain and the darkness and strife
For example, the wind will carry a kite
Such innocence on display but try with might
And you will see that this scene without a care
Is so different than we think, so hear.
The childrens’ exclamations echo in the air
Easily taken as that of a terrified Baudelaire
As if Reversed by some ungodly curse
What once was joy now turned for worse
And the wind of course
Represents the taking of life by force
As life does in the end
Everything will beneath death, bend.
And red the kite is
even as tragic as Les Mis
For that is the color we bleed
And bleed we will Indeed.
So heed my words reader dear, heed
Everything is not what it seems
You may see things one way
But I see differently this day.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 5:58 PM UTC
Yggdrasil-champion
Magic Mead-master
Sovereign seeker of sight
Command the Valkyrie Battalion
Casting triumph and disaster
Great Lord of Asgard on high
Glory, Ymir-slayer
Glory, World-shaper
All powerful till Ragnarok arrives
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 3:42 PM UTC