Getting to Know You

Where do we go?

The timing of such

makes everything spoken within,

binding.

Minding that more men will follow,

than will lead....

inhale deep,

then exhale the frosted layer of my speech.

For I need this to seep in,

even if in pieces.

Speaking to men of GOD, the agnostic,

even the athiests.

All running to the same place.

There is coincidence in this.

Don't talk to me about your hatred....

only hunger eats away at you worse,

instinctively you eat first,

to stop the pangs.

Minding that more men will follow,

than will lead...

 

bullets penetrate and burst inside....

fragments of jasmine fragrance rain.

Pain reigns in a region far away from

where my sun doesn't shine.

My guns draw roses,

my trigger finger parts like Moses,

and I am detached.

Minding that more men will follow,

than will lead....

 

in the right lane, chasing the chasers.

Chasing the maze made by the maker.

Tangibility is tantamount to takers,

even without piety,

devout in the disbelief of prayer.

The skies open un-

assuming.

Riding faster than we feel like moving;

naturally what we're comfortable doing.

Minding that more men will follow,

than will lead.

I ask that you show me.

Amen

Reviews

[TamiViolet]

I have read this several times Michael, each time gaining more insight than before... The vivid images
establish your keen observation into the human condition. We're hungry, attempting to figure out just
what this life is all about in a never-ending maze... Wanting to lead although we all can't be leaders...
Contrast is exceptional...guns to roses...jasmine rain to bullets penetrating... And what does it all
mean? Right? After all, we're in this together...this maze...this insane race... for what? Binded
by each decision...praying that we are shown the way...

Will there be enough followers so that we don't kill one another in the chase...?

[Bubo]

The winding path of life.......having the strenght to be a leader, not a follower...........

Pain reigns in a region far away from

where my sun doesn't shine.

My guns draw roses,

my trigger finger parts like Moses,

and I am detached.


I have a feeling to be a man who follows the path of war you need to detach, the leader who has so much
responsibility to his men, then the hungry who hunger, maybe food, a voice, power.............
We all fight to find our place in life.............and why should it be a fight?
I'm rambling. Superb as always..........makes me think!

[None]

Unique and deep, your poem says so much. I especially like your words: "inhale deep, then exhale the frosted layer of my speech." Great visual here!
You display your stand so well with your words: "My guns draw roses, my trigger finger parts like Moses,
and I am detached."
We need more leaders, an excellent and thought provoking write!

[Yemaya Theresa]

Incredible piece. I am in awe of this. Your words definitely define Mans, Journey to find himself. But leaving you with know answers. Mans inhumanity to man.

[An Ordinary Woman]

Peoples.

I take so much from this, it has layers and layers of meaning and the imagery is fantastic.
Sometimes it is hard for me to know what to say from my warm room and comfortable chair. What it takes is a walk on almost any street corner with eyes wide open not only to what you see but what is hidden underneath. I have certain memories that take me there, too. I've seen things I hope and pray my children never have to see yet I feel it is my duty to let them know about the world we live in. Deep inside I know they will be confronted with it as well, the world is just made that way. I scream at the universe....Thx for this.