C MICHAEL MILLER

C MICHAEL MILLER

SLANDER

Speak we of our character lost

Effect of slanders wicked cost

Aimed as a weapon to fire

Puts reputation on burning pyre

Careful planting the malevolent word

Pretending to wish it hadn’t been heard

Within the confines of inevitable fate

Rarely give the dice a fair shake

Loaded meaning are there to be found

Casting unknowing victims to ground

Caught in the fire is the unwary

Who know naught that the intent to bury

Alas the attempt to defend ones self

Does nothing but reinforce such stealth

It is better for the one who has bled

To leave his ranting and raving unsaid

For only time can heal the wound

When malignant speech comes to tomb

Time unfolds the tales told

Even be they glib lies bold

So rest comes easy naught

To the one who’s lies have bought

His friends and world eventually

Won’t be blind but certainly see

That actually to reverse was true

That he was wicked but not you

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller

via Duboff Law Group LLC

SEPULECHER

Oh dread sepulcher

the place I will inter

how long separated from light

will I spend in dark of night

away from human toils

the deflection of our foils

no existence of our thought

no reward for toil wrought

all passion and desire died

this place we will reside

where each and every bone

has no more life than stone

there is no evil, there is no lust

our voice is choked within its dust

a place of rest from all our work

where love and hate do not lurk

to the dust our souls return

so must a generation learn

in the shadow of this fear

which is drawing ever near

how long must our blood cry out

for the future life we doubt

for the Keeper of our soul

to resurrect and remake whole

where dwells the living water

reserved for Adams son and daughter

who has the keys of deaths grave

and the multitudes he will save

who will sing the Song of Songs

to be separated from the throngs

whose tongues have spoken only truth

and parted unto glory’s booth

who will lead the people back

and teach them the things they lack

who will escape the coming wrath

for crimes committed on their path

who will drink the vials of dread

for those they’ve hated who’s blood runs red

why do our souls cry out

hearts that are full of love and doubt

to us you must your answer give

so in life everlasting we may live

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller

via Duboff Law Group LLC

DRAUGHT

Bitter dregs of life’s elixir

just enough sweet to bury the bitter

small tastes of what is fine

to keep us going within our time

Love is not a convenient thing

when it disappears the heart does sting

though full does it make everything

when gone sorrow and weeping

ashes to ashes, dust to dust

though bowed low in you I’ll trust

you have torn away my shield

naked before you within your field

Oh cherished muse hear my cry

through falls of tears did loved one die

swayed and shaken by what I feel

hills and valleys and waves I reel

accursed is the lot of man

death destroys the golden strand

no resistance even strong here land

the mouth of grave does ever expand

Though I cherish knowledge of the future

currant cuts and pain beneath the suture

the loss and grief of present time

can make a woman lose her mind

All mankind of this chalice drink

It’s liquid swallowed on the brink

ingested fluid in each man’s hour

against it’s draft has no man power

Imprisoned in death are family and friends

and some few have met kinder ends

into tombs and crypt and grave descends

and upon it’s bed many confess their sins

Even those having been reborn

will face the coming of it’s storm

our souls descended of this family tree

and you oh Jah will hold our memory

Into the dust our lives return

await the future for which we yearn

and sink we do into the maw of death

till times resurrection Son returns our

PROVISIONS

Earth         was a perfumed garden

residing in a single                    galaxy

beauteous fair among the planeted channels

so blooms its presence           which has given birth       to me

lighted reflections among the waterfalls

succulent as oranges in bowls of cedar

or apple blossom petals dancing in the winds

there enticed my heart

to the park of natures nursery

where the trails are laden

with baby’s breath and blueberries              myrtle

juniper  , ash , thimbleberries , and chanterelles

we have steeped peppermint , currant         and sassafras for tea

with hyssop , palmetto , and mandrake

turmeric , saffron , paprika , sage                among our spices

dried plantain , maiden hair and olives

have graced our tables

mallow , ginseng , nutmeg , cinnamon , pennyroyal

tamarind , rue , every flora and fauna that sprouts

unrivaled in all her bounties

provisions made for                  every delight

energy and power has shaped her mountain ranges

meadows , valleys , islands , and seas

so complete her resources

that we can find nothing that delights

lacking in her                                   but we ourselves

how quickly man has replaced

her cotillion of species

with cement and a                  flat screen

where empire means empty

and shaped steel means plenty

and the dance of dominion

is the desolation of what supports our lives

shackles , chains , slavery , prison

to a shallow society of souls surrendered

to the immolation of creation

the arsenal of greed and pride

which has bound the herd

upon the precipice of suicide

where swiftly the poison of property

has dashed and crushed life

upon the rocks where nothing can grow

the slow death of humanity

drowning in his own debris

our luxury someone else’s slavery

the 10 year old who is hungry

and climbs into a pit for what we consider

less than nothing

mining our riches

we decry poverty and bondage

but sight unseen              does not make us clean

where sensory masturbation is the

addiction of the masses

all that is left for the ” lower classes “

I’ll not give you this

if you haven’t looked around

you are considered      ” remiss “

the 99 percent are still richer than

two thirds of the rest of humanity

your baby sitter is no longer “black and white”

but unfettered violence of every type

when the store is empty

where will you turn  ??

Matt 24:3-14

IITim 3:1-5   Apocalypse 11:15-19

COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller

MIGRATIONS

The calls of the flocks          to this years migration

a roving community       of birds in each nation

rising and diving       above         mists in the rocks

the drawing together         for birthing         new flocks

The coo of the crane      in     a wetland bog

the bob of its head       when       its nabbed a frog

opened winged geese     in            passages  soar

north back to south     or        a western shore

Above our earth        the traversing vast miles

into the snowfall                 or            cliffside defiles

a race upon water       to         lure this years mate

or share  in the catch          a        dance woven like date

Such grace of movement    their wings on the breeze

like rhythms beating       to ascend     above trees

how can one       capture     such beauty       so grand

of a creatures          decent       upon sky        upon land

Motion so elegant       their  journey’s   in sky

mankind's observations      our own desire       to fly

the form of their       pinions       upon outstreched wings

to follow freedom         this kind of life       dreams

Lowlands or Highlands        the wild fowl    domains

in deserts   or plateaus       aviary   terrains

on pole ice       or islands   you’ll find their nests

every year you’ll find them       their community     rests

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller

via Duboff Law Group LLC

C MICHAEL MILLER