Author: Michael Angelo

  • The Early Morning Wheel

    The Early Morning Wheel

    Cold buses running
    Cold buses with people
    Cold people running
    Running from cold
    Cold running people
    People cold running
    Running from
    Buses with
    Cold

  • Brief Intoxication

    Brief Intoxication

    The world seemed so jovial at that moment:
    when every tangle
    of gold grass was a joke dangling
    from flapping tips.

    Every tree jiggled
    fat belly secrets
    of beautiful things hiding
    in the high fever heat.

    I laughed so verdantly,
    bemused as to why the world
    had ever seemed so dull and dark.

    Before I knew it though,
    the stars had risen,
    and in their frozen light
    loomed that familiar
    sterile cold.

  • Joy of Joy

    Joy of Joy

    The great joy of life
    is knowing
    that at the end of it all
    you will have felt the warmth of the Sun
    with a body and mind made of Sun.

    The lotus that sits within the pond that is itself.

  • Spirit

    Spirit

    I am a man that often gives himself
    to illusion.

    At times, it is easier to ignore
    the tree,
    and focus on the plastic artifices.

    The truth of the tree,
    its aging breaking bark,
    can be too much for this heart.

    However, the true poison
    is fear.

    One is meant to feel,
    with every stretch and compression.

    Blood must flow
    to carry the minerals, twigs, and ashes of life.

    If the blood runs cold, then it runs cold,
    and one must shiver.

    And if the blood burns hot, then it burns hot,
    and one must sweat.

    To be real
    is to be body, mind, and spirit.

    The whole of my being
    cascades like leaves declaring
    the wind’s undeniable existence.