The Wind
The wind and the leaves
It bends and it breathes
Illuminating with sound
Life and death, all around
...Touch
Touch
I want it so much
Electric
Ecstatic
Attachment automatic
As soon as it begins
My head, it swirls, it swims
Intimacy together
Attached not tethered
A hand to hold
A leg to touch
A hug, a kiss
I long so much
The soma
The body
My Nadis, not naughty
It’s healthy, not snotty
Even if she a shawty
We are social creatures
Not a bug, it’s a feature
I’m not a leech or a lecher
Touch is holy; I’m a preacher
A reacher
Let me lead her
On a path under the bleachers
A gentle caress
More, not less
I must confess
I want to undress
You from that sundress
That is unless
It causes duress
Because at the end of the day, I just want to play
To dance, to sway
To lay in golden glimpses of ego ecli...
BUT !!
Vodka doesn’t intoxicate me
But your eyes does !
Meditation doesn’t give me calmness
But writing about you does !
Running doesn’t rush my blood
But your presence does !
Nothing gives me butterflies
But your smile does !
Goals doesn’t inspire me anymore
But your words does !
Dopamine doesn’t flow in my blood
But your thoughts does !
Clouds doesn’t seem fluffier enough
But your hair does !
Moon doesn’t seem fair enough
But your face does !
My life doesn’t seem bright enough
But your presence does !!
#AMBLE 
Racing without survival
Everything starts all over again! Either the domestic pensioner salary riots, which are kept fresh and fixed, explode or take an ill-advised, new direction, or things that would be totally unacceptable in a normal, nonsense-grotesque society continue to take place with foreign assistance. A sudden mind-numbing darkness flows everywhere, and even the harmful, melting tar syrup floods the overcharged, wandering heads, stuck on the polluted garbage heap of cultures!
The small objects, the unsaid destructive weed criticisms, the twice as much time promising many wealthy Eldorados, the sugar daddy still boldly extends his hand to the simpler people, lying about his help, and flatteringly, and after breaking one by one with his rare nails, the modern-day Robinson deliberately if you forget to wash your hands, the given amount will be taken back automatically with your help.
Wretched, or rather wretched beasts, you see this and you understand that today...
AMATEUR, VILE FIGURE
A person's time can be marked by public, recycled, service numbers, but the actual working hours are less so. Do the actual numbers ask what his health condition was like, constantly suffering from immunodeficiency, constantly falling ill from one place to another throughout his life? Why did his pretty-exotic bride leave him? And is the so-called Why didn't even family relatives want to support, coddle, or help of their own accord?!
Why did the prices of basic foodstuffs have to be drastically increased every day according to their whims, but in such a way that everyone only squats for their own profit?! - It's an all-too-recurring question, but one that no one wants to answer anyway. An emergency call will soon arrive via mobile phone or online, as anyone who has a double heart attack should be prepared for everything and be careful, but the ambulance was still half an hour late and the life-saving heart massage and artificial ventilation did...
Christmas Poems by Michael R. Burch
These are Christmas poems by Michael R. Burch. Some toward the bottom are darker Christmas poems and heretical Christmas poems. The First Christmas by Michael R. Burch ’Twas in a land so long ago . . . the lambs lay blanketed in snow and little children everywhere sat and watched warm embers glow and dreamed (of what, we do not know). And THEN—a star appeared on high, The brightest man had ever seen! It made the children whisper low in puzzled awe (what did it mean?). It made the wooly lambkins cry. Not far away a new-born lay, warm-blanketed in straw and hay, a lowly manger for his crib. The cattle mooed, distraught and low, to see the child. They did not know it now was Christmas day! *** Christmas Wishes by Michael R. Burch My wish for you, with Christmas near, is troubles fleeing, fleet as deer, and peace encompassing as snow, bright merriment in brilliant flow. I wish for you, with Christ’s Eve here, a silver m...0
FAULTY UNABLE BALANCE
The arbitrary, benevolent lie is perhaps all self-explanatory if one opens not only the appropriate digital or audio-visual channels and stares in shock and shock at things that should never happen in the wider world. The imprecise ticking, intentionally falsified time calculation can only be felt viscerally, in our bones, painfully and painfully.
The stone-age rules of embarrassing empathy-tolerance, or, if you prefer, blatant etiquette, seem to have been deliberately forgotten, even though it would be particularly useful for teenage mothers not to put their little ones in wastebaskets after they have become unnecessary. It's indecipherable, incidental, cacophonous noise, which everyone now considers more and more popular, and the given tabloid media profits from the provocative exhibitionist appearances of the Celeb party faces, who have been deliberately showing off the same torturously for twenty years, instead of printing something more meaningful...
A prediction about myself
When my chewed-up bones will soon be laid before decomposing worms and beetles, will and blind luck will still flicker on top of the rich, undeserved booty, when they have already been buried.
Even in the last hour, the beating pericardium rarely fades among layers of dust and ashes enclosed in urns. They will also voluntarily publish some of my pessimistic manuscripts as a hobby or for fun. Concise lines of verse wink, look at each other like accomplices.
One final day, when I am paying attention to something other than the haunting consciousness of Death, the Pisces will easily cut off my shipwrecked fate, and I have no doubt that the three goddesses of fate will be sad to the core, when instead of words of admonition and warning, melancholic drums beat...
It could have been a blessed folly, a mischievous childish joke only for those who definitely wanted to know him. But those who dared to open their hearts with an honest heart ...
ENTERTAINING MUSCLEMEN QUARTET
With every ripple, a chest bound
Harmony and rhythm coming together
One flex in the melody
Every muscle banding together
Pose after pose
The time to impress
Music accompanied
Bass with a base
Musclemen who sing and doing their thing
Bringing their muscles into swing
Full blown
Proving Musclemen are more than just fitness
One just has to witness
Dance is what rhythm is all about
The movement in tempo
One flex one more time
The Quartet who are genuine
They consider themselves the Musclemen Duo
Entert...
A mild request
If I could still have my brave Atlantean patience, so that I could solve once and for all the problems of everyday life that seem lowly, I would certainly look for the One-Someone who - maybe - is just waiting for me.
From the heavenly joys of women's faces, I would take a true pearl as a comforting gift. Still, it would be a great blessing if, instead of unnecessarily showering and demanding words, the interpretation was embedded in the ancestral speech of looks: How much do I love you?
The heavy weight of the leaden tests we experienced together would not weigh down or torment our faithful hearts, because it would be created and supplemented by the immortal flame of eternal and holy trust and agreement.
The self-devouring poison of agonizing self-accusations should not plant envious, murderous jealousy, slanderous accusations in the souls of any of us. While one half of our heart is selfish with good intentions, the self-abso...