Striving For SURVIVAL: C MICHAEL MILLER

C. MICHAEL MILLER

The Forge

I remember the beach sand and swing

when you and mother were still something

I remember the ducks in the lake

you held my hand watching their wake

I remember the sheep dogs when the day was through

and the mornings grass all covered with dew

I remember the dead man and blood on the floor

my hand in my mothers as she went for the door

I remember the stairs I thought I’d fall through

and the building where she was hidden from you

she tried drowning me in the bath and the tub

her hands on my throat on the dining room rug

the pain of the walls where my body flew

the floor of the closet when she was through

I remember you entering the door

as you picked up my body from off the floor

the words were so ugly I’ve forgotten them now

but things haven’t changed much anyhow

I remember the willows and switches not few

a home not mine and the children were new

a string of families never seeming to end

the abuse and the beatings I’m not on the mend

I remember the the rage and the red flushed face

what did I do to fall from your grace

I remember the fear when I tried to hide

the man and the 2by4 when it hit my side

the bruise and welts with noone to care

my mother and father aren’t even there

I remember the family that took me in

they had no daughter just two young men

one boy was loving the other was slime

but the parents protected me most of the time

I was safe for awhile with nightmares not few

and some of my demons she helped to slew

I remember you taking me home at last

you had remarried some six months past

I remember the woman was cruel and mean

she remained that way till I was sixteen

At fifteen I had been already raped twice

the drugs and pills and the wrist yet to slice

I remember the police to the hospital sped

the straight jacket and thorazine I should have been dead

I remember the airplane that sent me away

with my half-brothers mother I was to stay

my neck with a forearm pinned to the wall

my half-brothers brother screaming he will have all

I remember the screaming as I flew down the stairs

his violence had caught me totally unawares

the pain as he smashed me on the walls of the hall

the kicks in the ribs after my fall

the nine months I walked in a state of fear

how I passed my classes is very unclear

I remember the man when I hitched into town

the car was a sedan of dirty brown

the doors had no handles no way to get out

he pulled out a knife and proceeded to shout

how he would cut me and make me bleed

if I didn’t fill some sort of need

how I grabbed the wheel for steering the car

when he slammed on the brakes down the road not far

when he slid out the door by the side of the road

it seemed to me that all time had slowed

he released me with curses not language unknown

from the cage of his car this bird had flown

I remember the man preaching justice and truth

but to find answers one must become sleuth

I remember the marriage and I made him swear

that to hit or harm me he must never dare

I remember the baby with curls of gold

by seventeen to marriage my father me sold

I remember the lapses of time I had lost

the forge of my youth and the price it had cost

the thread that kept me alive was so thin

in my mind it was always me against him

I remember the children that helped keep me sane

with some sort of focus with the man I had lain

I remember the striving for some sort of truth

what kind of a mother my children had in their youth

I remember it all so plain and clear

that violence from men will always be near

I swore at sixteen no child to have

if you couldn’t play safely with joy and a laugh

forgive me my children for bringing you here

the reasons I do things are sometimes not clear

My parents are gone and I do not mourn

but only for the life I was never shown

I did try to spare you the same kind of fate

I hoped that my love would be never to late

I had no control of the time or the chance

that injustice would look upon you with his glance

I raise my eyes to the heavens and vent to his name

to save all the children who are yet put thru shame

In a blast furnace my life has been forged

the tool of the hammer has formed my discourse

in molten metal I have been shaped

the tool of another I have not escaped

what of the purpose he hopes to hew

a piece of equipment all shiny and new

I remember my maker and the state of his grace

the road laid before me and the words of his face

the view of my nature he seeks to tame

with so many others who walk in the flame

in wails united to pull heaven down

and with its brightness scour the ground

his promise to do so has not yet passed

when all of mankind will feel his blast

the call has gone forth the meaning is clear

to give an accounting is so very near

those who think themselves high shall be made low

the dust of the earth their destined to know

the one that I follow has carved out the path

his star has shown brightly beneath thorn and the lash

I reach my arm forth to take hold his hand

to walk among humans woman and man

he paints a clear future for those of us all

a paradise lost to man in his fall

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Existence

All that does encompass bespeaks wonder in everything

bubbling brooks and waterfalls do your glory ring

terrestrial and celestial ever fill our eyes with seeing

how cannot it’s splendor not fill our very being

raindrops in waters with their rippling wake

and mesmerize our souls does the rushing make

gentle breezes lifting dappled leaves in dance

and some say it all came about by chance

How does this effusion elude a single man

when everywhere one turns it’s radiance does stand

Nebula and quasar adorn a cloaking sky

and some choose to call the truth a lie

How lofty and profound in it’s depth designed

everywhere one turns does God’s eminence remind

lavender and magenta do our roses wear

magnificent in color intended gardens care

In florescent rainbows are a peacock’s feathers

multi patterned flowers among the blooming heathers

many hues of blue stretch across the sky

changing shades of azure of the seas close by

In Africa’s dense jungle ring tailed lemurs leap

Asia’s tarsier in the day does sleep

the giant and red panda in bamboo forests eat

meerkats make their manor underground to keep

Springbok and Okapi migrate within the land

camels and dromedary travel in the sand

kingfishers’ underwater dives yet he cannot swim

the hoopoe within Europe summers on a limb

Golden plovers and sandpipers do the beaches run

in every nation some great cat nap beneath the sun

the ruby topaz hummingbird and bird of paradise

the chameleon changes turf and puts on his disguise

Through filtered teeth of whale’s krill don’t stand a chance

and so many speculate it’s all just circumstance

At the poles do penguins nest upon the ice

beneath the ocean’s surface unnamed fish do slice

Everywhere in universe within its laws do move

meticulous and intricate does creation prove

change the axis of the earth and life would not exist

no missing links have been found and yet the lie persist

The precision of its interface keeps universe intact

so cohesive is the pattern in every little fact

why is man’s reason out of line with the universe

turned his mind away from God just before the curse

To his change the animals haven’t been unblind

fear of man and his hand knowing he’s not kind

mankind lost respect for law and for himself

focus is on surface and not aware of Satan’s stealth

Melodious is the speech of birds outside of our homes

the cacophony of nature with it’s many tones

explosive is the energy if the atoms split

the power to enclose it will so few admit

Mankind’s exploration isn’t nearly done

infinity a subject for learning yet to come

we’ve barely scratched the surface of mathematics sum

to it’s fascination have so many become numb

To winds and tides of doctrines do so many move

who will ask the questions and arguments so prove

the laws that governs universe are so well defined

but the souls that live on earth are of double mind

God has stretched the heavens with a movement of his hand

futility against his knowledge cannot a man to stand

wisdom she does cry and her voice puts forth

to examine natural things and upon your course

Listen not to instruction upon whose path you err

take away it will the life you hope to share

Life itself is precious do not you throw away

if you follow fallen man away from life you’ll stray

The cry of the cricket, do you understand

there is speech in everything that lives within the land

do you think a crocodile you will ever tame

and things undiscovered we have yet to name

How little understanding exists within man’s mind

to exult himself against God’s knowledge is he blind

before Jah’s understanding mankind’s is so weak

why from another man should you your answers seek

Bow your will before him lift your voice in praise

take in his instruction if want your length of days

Consider what you are and what you may become

in beginning were created just like God’s own Son

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Famine

Give to me your sadness and I will give you joy

that you may know this the gift that our God employ

like the morning dew that lights upon the field

all of your sorrows will to your past be yield

let the light of love be the beauty your heart adorn

the cold and the darkness from your life be torn

be aware that with the gift to calculate the cost

to die unto yourself and impurities be tossed

Oh, elusive joy whose flight like bird on wing

where is the happiness that you I hoped to bring

I have sought your face that I might your splendor wear

searching all the hollowed haunts for your loving care

Oh, dearth and emptiness where core is desert dry

surround the earth you do and we wonder why

I see mankind starving who do not feed on truth

without the microscope see man’s dis-ease as proof

The garments that we wear are the mourners shroud

behind us left the glory the love you us endowed

Oh God of Love to your sanctum would I fly

to escape this godless place wherein we all die

The erosion of our souls where exists such vacancy

that distraction of our minds and our complacency

but we like dogs eat our crumbs fallen from your fare

fear to partake the table you have offered share

like on serpent’s belly slither in the arid dust

lost we have the tracks of what’s true and just

our fields do the curses thorns and thistles bare

our poverty of spirit the clothing that we wear

Oh come God of creation, offered freedom from our plight

dispel the gloom and darkness that exists our night

and slave we do in pain for our crumbs of bread

but what is empty cannot give life unto the dead

So few candles left that give us any light

in our weakened states to keep the laws of love in sight

that the price of love is that our life be shed

drink within pure water and upon your tables spread

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Limited Edition

A thousand years was just yesterday

in fifty will you have learned what matters most

You appear unable to obey the simplest laws

you have been gently led by and been whispered their truths

you were gifted with the ability to reason

you were gifted with mercy

you were gifted with compassion

you were granted forgiveness of sins, errors , failings

Around you is a cosmos in a procession of infinite order

The earth is drenched in the richest

abundance of everything that is desirable

every rooms canvas brilliantly adorned

constructed to fill you with joy and appreciation

every excellence woven into their creations

you were designed to master life

and created to comprehend it’s secrets

But you take and you steal

destroy, every answer to what

you desire is loaded with violence

you stretch out your arms with

intent, not to build each other

but to insult their life

your own brother, mother, sister, father

You have boundaries, and they ARE fixed

you can defy your design but it will inflict much pain

you obey gravity to avoid it’s damage but neglect virtue

innumerable talents were showered on you

yet every clay tablet, papyrus, scroll ,

document, book, history, writing

fully demonstrates the easy road to corruption

whose maw is full and overflowing

and the weapons of warfare now

cover the very surface of what was

a paradise

while you slice, dice, chop

your way through your family of humanity

and if that isn’t enough

you shoot, bomb, burn, poison

children, mothers, family

and leave a wake of destruction

so much easier to burn that pinch

of incense to POWER

than to face keeping your integrity

to life, and not to submit

your support to the roads of death.

C. Michael Miller

PoetryofProvidence

Obscurity

Our lives are but a breath

so miniscule in the vastness

of time and the cosmos

that insignificance that dresses our life

is barely realized by those

seeking to define what is being self

and the paths of humanities dichotomy

desertion of all worth and depredations unconcealed

to superfluous self-exaltation

it’s a wonder the species

has survived even to this time

a continual examination

of imbedded frailties that are self-defeating

but in whose apex

will surrender one’s own life

in order to preserve another’s

and not meaning the kind a government demands

also the ability to sleepwalk through life

with so few moments of clarity

that Jesus could pronounce

“Let the dead bury the dead ”

One atom alone contains enough energy

to obliterate a multitude

of cities upon its release

yet our bodies contain billions

of those little energy factories

but the amount of all that energy

in the cosmos is beyond all comprehension

I should be moving at the speed of Light

but I prefer a snails pace

Or how easily our ability to think

submits itself to ideological shackles

imposed by the self appointed masters

of the bastions of a caste system

that plagues every strata and path

and highway threading the lives of “humans”

A species so full of darkness

where the divine spark is nearly dormant

you are what I Am

Go and learn what that means

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C. MICHAEL MILLER

C. MICHAEL MILLER: Voracious reader, love ancient Historians and tracing ideology and belief systems, love people of every sort even if I don't agree on lifestyle makes for good study and introduction to new ideas that of course must be researched. Profound interest in philosophy, art, science, history, and the great teachers whose words of wisdom have been so deftly passed down in time, complicated, temperamental, simple, thoughtful, inquisitive, love the deep woods and all of nature from earth to universe. Research on anything I want to learn, exploring new areas love the back roads into the hills, writing and screaming on paper. People watching, inciting others to think,

C MICHAEL MILLER

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