Every morning I try to unlearn the universe.
It is like a yoga exercise to escape the irons of knowledge.
In 63 years your head fills with so much *******.
There must be a method for purging the excess.
So far I have not been able to discover it.
I will keep trying because I want to see things fresh.
I want to hear babies cry and Mozart exhalt for the first time.
I want to enter a woman anew like a baffled 15-year-old
discovering a pleasure from which he will never want to escape.
I want to forget my over-remembered  life.
I want to rediscover the salty taste of women.
I have been everywhere and am out of destinations.
I ache for the pain of a question lacking an answer.
I want to go to war again and relearn a sense of terror.
I want to experience the baffled euphoria of first love.
I want to reclaim my sense of wonder from jaded life.
Imagine the utter joy of hearing again birds for the first time.
Unlearning is so much harder than learning.
I fear not enough years remain to unknow this burden.
But I must keep at it with a vigor no longer possessed.
It is morning again in the heart of Mike Essig.
And every morning I try to unlearn the universe
simply so I might know the bliss of learning it again.

I don't want just anybody
To penetrate through;
No,I won't give room to one
Who is no knight.

For I was not born in luck,
Or raised in plenty.
I was born to be queen,
Not just mere princess for a dress

So take your sword,
Go beyond your birth right
And claim your place..

In my heart,
I will crown you king..
With my body,
I will exhalt you..
Yet still,
With my soul,
I will glorify you.

So with your helmet,
Protect me..
Even as you guard your home.
For it is my heart that houses you.
You, my Knight.

A man having the looks and charm as a precious diamond
Don Wand is no simple salmon
He is a man of romance like a God
But so many woman thinks he is a pure dog
Don Wand’s eyes with one look could melt butter
He had the power with his every glance
Don Wand made the woman feel hot deep down
It was like a trap being bound
Don Wand’s kiss had the power to put woman in a trance
It was the hypothesis in his advance
Even the trees in the forest would bow as if Don Wand was a King
It was his demeanor being the thing
Don Wand knew words in how to persuade
It was Don Wand being Don Wand making it in the shade
A loving man that Heaven had made
A loving heart that beats with exhalt
The fortitude solid as a Fort.

021924

There’s a poetry in my head
A hymn that my soul sings
And a Voice deep within my core saying,
“Write again, write about my Splendor and Glory.”  

I will exhalt you in all nations —
And I will continually be amazed…
Of how majestic You are.

How You took notice of my heart…
My oh, so weary soul.  
My desperate call for help,
And yet I am so loved by You.

So, so loved that You died
To wipe out every tear…
To bestow the life I’m supposed to live.

You’re the treasure I will keep…
And to truly live
Is to trust You with all I have,
To wait patiently…  
And so help my unbelief.

You are Jesus,
The Lover of my soul…
The Perfector of my faith.

You are the Keeper
Of the key to my heart and no one —
Just no one
Can separate me from You.

Does Hope cause immunity?

The trees breathing vapor
Exhalt against the forest skyline
Intangible matter, dense, blends the cold
Condensing, Gathering
up from the ground;
the edges of a silken cloth.

This time of year is Dampness,
the heat dissipates and
drops the flower petals' clammy tissues
Roiling shades of ochre.

This time of year
Seeds are Summer Dreams incapsulate, Breaking free, drifting overhead
Gone, forgotten--
Rust that smells like blood
blooms over the countryside.

A second glance back--
Barren are the bones of winter.

those thoughts of yours sure are lofty, huh?
I wouldn't use that word other than
in that instance.

rough draft,
a bit contrived,
pretentious,
flimsy.

I chant hymns in the mirror too.
I exhalt vitriol to the heights of vitriol
and slit my own throat
under full moons
so more full moons will shine
over my *******.

I am the space between the syllables
begging to be an outro.