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Michael Briefs Dec 2017
Good morning. I am watching "La La Land" with my coffee. The film is compelling, have you seen it? Great stuff. But, no, as the film suggests, we can't let Jazz die. It's like the bees. We cannot survive a planet with no bees. That's a deal-breaker, full stop. Same with Jazz. Jazz music falls under the category of "That which our living blood cannot do without", you know? Yes, we need the meaner things of life, stuff like clothes and money ("meaner" indeed), but Jazz...that music is like the musical equivalent of great literature. Great books, great Jazz, great nights where you don't want to go to sleep, great...great world. So, let's keep that going, folks. Also, what ever happened to "Boy Meets Girl"? It seems like Girl Meets Girl and Boy Meets Boy are doing ok, but what about...you know, or maybe it's just MY Boy Meets Girl. Yup, probably that. Anyway, great movie. Great coffee too.
Michael Briefs Nov 2017
This floral world
surrounds
her blackened wings.
Thorns hover, blood-stained,
above ashen lips...
they taste the sting.
The flight of myriad starlights
shows the way
for the final plunge
to the lonely tomb.
The creature is revealed...
it has arrived.
She has found us.
She has come home.
Michael Briefs Nov 2017
Stand still.
Let your eyes capture
subtle hues
from beach to shore to wave
to oceanic horizon
to ethereal expanse.
Realize that you can join with
this silent moment by being
empty of self.
Let questions rise and fade;
let apprehensive joy hang
suspended,
below you.
For you may
emerge
beyond desire
or searching thoughts.
You are as vast as all you behold,
while letting go,
without and within.
The picture that I based this on can be seen at: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10208598342452015&set=a.10208174166607884.1073741828.1113041505&type=3&theater
Michael Briefs Nov 2017
A labyrinthine
landscape  
surrounds her soul's
volcanic
crucible.
From its dark
centrifuge churns
withering tempests
and wondrous omens!
Her elements
blaze and shift
in metamorphic
alchemies
of anonymity,
while Delphic visions
emerge
with blinding truth!
Her cerulean dream
is conceived!
The integral moment
is seized!
She
has
blossomed
into the
oneness
of
spirit.
Michael Briefs Nov 2017
Black twine tresses spilling
about her halo crown;
chaotic strands of her
psychic sight
cross, tie and tangle
in a swirl of sapience.
All light within her
reaches Heaven
through windows
of ivory and amber,
shooting luminous beams
into the deep void.
A seed empyreal creates her radiance;
A seed of purity and power...
Hers to keep,
hers to nurture,
hers to sow.
Michael Briefs Nov 2017
Like Heaven and earth,
like spirit and flesh,
love mingles dark and light;
she mixes fire, blood, water, and air.
For we are made of such.
This is our calling,
our path
and our destiny.
We are born to touch.
Michael Briefs Nov 2017
You and I are opposed.
We are like disparate species,
Serving an inverse purpose.
Our strange essence seems
To set us on polar paths:

You are the flight-stream of "SHE".
I am the fight-stance of "HE".

You wing in the breeze,
Brilliant and inspiring,
As a Bird of Paradise!
Your feminine charisma
And intuitive self-expression
Looks to all the world
As an affirmation of freedom --
Freedom of voice, freedom of velocity,
Freedom of line and trajectory.
At once so sharp and aerodynamic
And again jubilantly hued!
A flash of sun-lit feathers,
Racing on the wind!
Your air-borne voice is a
Canto of melodious joy!
And your brilliant laugh…Ah!
In truth, I swoon to the
Hollo of your untethered
Celebration, connected, as you are,
To your clan of heart-wise purists!
Your levity (you levitate!),
Your choreographed costumes,
Your graceful pace,
Your soul-evanescence,
Your radiant face!

Yet...I stand opposed, it seems,
In my direction.

I am the Sentinel and I am at war.
I stand watch: raised up --
But by a wall atop, not by wings.
I see a world of trouble,
A world fearful in its enmity.
I look only to the perimeter,
Scanning for our enemy.
I cannot relent from the struggle.
I must stand vigilant as I have sworn
To protect you and all my tribe.

I fight to return to you –
To my friends,
To my family,
To my lovers,
To my neighbors –
A world inspired by hope;
One committed to the healing
Of our many wounds.
A world grounded in the
Recognition of our core
Dignity and our highest lights!
This charge keeps me on task,
Through the dark and cold
Silence, before the clash.

We see the world from opposing perspectives…but we are tethered
To each other by the chains of shared
Endeavor:

You, with your joy and brilliance,
Bringing happiness and creating
Family bonds -- bonds of friendship,
A shared sense of play and
The wonder of human beauty –

Me, in sober wariness,
Standing watch, atop the wall.
I look to the horizon to discover
A vision of lasting safety,
Justice and peace in our time.

It is my duty to serve our people,
To serve you, my love and
My friend.
I serve the hope of a
Purposed unity and work to
Build a shared prosperity,
For our tribe.

We are opposed but we also support
Each other, as we look above,
To and from
Our highest (deepest) selves.
We scan the heavens for the path
To an existence rich
In love, wisdom and harmony!
We stand together in search
Of a place
Where human joy
Is lived and expressed,
For all the world to see!
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