The Writings Of Mike

 Is it really
 the place where I want to be
 or the unknown and different
 unexplored places, untalked to faces
 A change of heart, to break out
 of this routine
 just over the horizon
 is where we are always focused
 we forget to look around
 where we are
 when we are always looking
 into the future

 the change you want
 must be made now
 tomorrow will always be today
 as seen from yesterday

 Plant your feet firmly
 in the now
 and tomorrow will come soon enough
 take it as it comes
 be content with what is
 for at least you have
 Make every day, hour and minute unique
 so there will be something to remember
 besides your regrets
 when you are dead and rotten

2-24-2002

 A loner I am
 in heart, mind and soul

 The Wanderer I feel
 of all
 these many paths
 the many told
 
 Through golden yellow fields
 blazing brilliantly in the sun
 slipping through these tall grasses and plains
 the wind caressing gently across the stalks
 giving life, air, and soul

 Into the cool deep forest
 which glows with the emerald of life
 creeping with tranquility
 and the deep dark moss
 clinging to the rocks
 spongy and soft
 as a goose down pillow.

 Over mountains of magnitude
 snow fields so pure
 blinding white intensity
 of ferocious strength

 Hard granite rocks
 of solid stability
 thrusting up skyward
 to spear through the clouds
 the pinnacle of the world
 a razor-edged ridge

 Struggling up every step
 my feet bloodied and weary
 gasping to regain my breath
 but never stopping to rest
 always striving onward
 and upward.

 The peak is shrouded in mystery
 and clouds
 Trudging rarely, running always
 to this place I can't see
 all I know is it is ahead
 Stormy and uncertain
 surrounded by precipes
 of unknown height
 a foggy mist enveloping
 all that I might see.
 And then I decide
 to take the plunge
 and step off
 into infinity

2-22-2002

 Through many false starts
 Wrong turns and dead-ends
 All the dark alleys and streets
 I have walked and run
 crawled and cried
 but now I am all alone
 Wasting away in this cold forgotten corner
 Giving and giving to all the ones I love
 Never asking for anything in return
 why does it hurt
 to receive nothing, then
 A one-way street which I'm always running down
 to meet you at the far end
 I'm losing hope and reason
 to continue on.
 this journey has no joy
 and my destination is unknown
 what's to keep me going?

 Do you even care?
 Do I have to shout and scream
 to get your attention?
 Because I won't
 I won't ask for more
 than what is freely given
 if nothing is given
 then don't be expecting much in return
 'cause I'm tired of being invisible
 someday
 sooner thank you think
 I just may disappear
 giving you all
 as much thought as you gave me

 Disappear down this long dark alley
 which looks so damn tempting
 there I choose
 to be
 /invisible/

2-19-2002

 The wanderer I am called
 taking all the paths
 to become what I may be
 These roads are far less traveled
 then I would wish them to be
 Some have traveled with me
 but none now know my route
 A stretch, a segment
 is all that they ever see

 Through mountains high and soaring
 and deep dark caves of damp
 My journey winds and twists
 never knowing where I am going
 following my wearied feet
 until they move no more

~mike, 1-16-2002

comments? please?

So very much coolness Mike! You have some of the only poetry I actully like to read! I usually only like to hear people read it out loud.

So I'm just looking around wiki and came accros this page and found really cool poetry! I'm not usually a big fan of poetry, but this has a certain... beat to it. it's cool, I like it.

Wow. That poetry is so clean and honest, Mike. I like the way it just says it like it is. -Erin D.