C MICHAEL MILLER

C MICHAEL MILLER

QUALITY

I do not know                     the ways of Life

from birth been shown      violence and strife

a mothers embrace      was I rarely shown

childhood affection      have I not known

At age of three      from family outcast

neglect and hazards      uncertainty my past

from even those      who attempted to care

I was prevented      from being their share

Been a difficult road      since I was a child

to comprehend nature      that’s tender and mild

the one who with joy      greets you each day

who shows you life’s wonders      in every way

Been a slave      to the mean and the cruel

where retaliation      is an everyday tool

looking for punishment      and never for peace

from your mistakes      are never released

What surprises most      in the places I’ve dwelt

those who use truth      like a leather belt

the book is addressed      to you and your brother

decisions for life      made by you not another

I place before you this day      life and death

unceasing wonders      or that which takes your breath

but you are the only      one who can choose

to love your brother      the ways of death lose

From men expect      duplications of past

where religions are formed      his desires unmask

if you use men as       your standard of measure

only one man      had its fullness of treasure

There is only one standard      only one true

the fullness of Love      you must learn to do

I am the you      addressed in the book

I am the one      for its meanings must look

I must apply      its sayings to me

set the example      in everyway be

those who needed his comfort      for whom he cared

demonstrated a love      no others had dared

Mankind as a book          one he only could read

see his intentions    and what was his need

knew how to lift them     water the seed

to develop his justice         eliminate greed

It’s difficult for man      to learn how to wait

takes time to learn love       get rid of hate

even in this       my frustrations well known

I want it all instantly       the lessons unshown

I know it’s me      you’re trying to teach

I know it’s me      you’re trying to reach

I’m difficult stubborn         from men shut my ears

from cruel reverberations         one everyday hears

It  takes time to digest     where thoughts run deep

to assimilate its message      its directions keep

apply every learning      with consummate skill

where all of its quality      our hearts do fill

So again I do share     a small reflection

considerations of Life       to good its subjection

one hopes the aim      for the target to mark

can be no achievement      without standards to hark

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller

Via Duboff Law Group LLC

DEATH KNELL

Oh sing yon violin upon your strings

and play harps and lutes melodious things

come sooth my soul and for our losses

and shatter pain upon our bed of mosses

Dost thou dare to stay our hearts entwined

do cast your light and airy within our mind

so also to our agony do make us blind

where in time we shall life kinder find

Do misdirect my thoughts upon a fairer course

lead me now away from paths remorse

fail not to impart joy and from its source

and to the courts whats odious I do divorce

and there expire bitterness and mans afflictions

unto the burial sites with their benedictions

the ends of tribulations on the morrow

as I have some aspersion to this sorrow

Come twist your ropes do wrap in harmony

the golden strand in archetypes that be

fluid in the cups elixir we do drink

to shelter from woe and misery we sink

Clasp the inner man intone your song

return to us the living among our throng

embrace the consolation and hold whats dear

for upon us all this place draws ever near

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller

via Duboff Law Group LLC

ENTRAPMENT

I am dressed in Scarlet , upon my head a crown

parade myself like royalty        in an embroidered gown

but my insides are hollow     am emptiness within

my bones are dry and broken          in my leathered skin

I proclaim my virtue                   but I wear disguise

clothed myself with rainbows     to cover all the lies

with flattery I bait you               lead you to my bed

but I carry poison               which will make you dead

My movements are graceful     lead you to my door

smoothly enticing         I have done this              many times before

I coil myself around you             a tightening embrace

my ropes are entrapment          until you are debased

Millennia’s of practice         my roles to take you in

I prey upon your weakness                   the foolishness of Men

dress myself in beauty       upon my face a smile

every desire targeted                           till I you beguile

I will take your money         but aim to take your dreams

will keep your mind distracted           off more exalted things

the inexperienced one captive       I hold his members tight

he only thinks of pleasures                             not of wrong or right

Avowed is my profession       I know the one I serve

my profits world famous                  exceeded the learning curve

I walk the streets openly          every lust is my delight

its ideology pervasive     billboarded like an invite

The small and great have entered    my merchandise is wealth

polluted mind and body      its promiscuity as health

I’ve teased every desire              anticipated with bated breath

hidden traps in darkness      my intent is death

I have dominated mankind             for countless century

bent him to his hubris        and stroked his vanity

methods that are devious             I lead him with deceit

against my machinations                    his fortress is incomplete

My reigns have controlled man         a saddle on his back

barely more than animals                         for the sentience they lack

minds meant to soar like galaxies     but I have cast them down

undermined his intelligence                  stolen his rightful crown

I lead him to a mirror          his reflection is all he sees

but I am not transparent                when I bring him to his knees

highly am I exalted         Mans religion is my game

philosophy controls his heart         and what he wants is fame

Those who know the truth                   avoid me on the street

understand that I am fatal         once ingested means defeat

be aware of your opponent               and every trap that’s laid

if you have not comprehension                  Your life the price that’s paid

Ezekiel 23 Proverbs 6:20-35 & Proverbs 7

Rev 17- 18 & 21:8

COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller

via Duboff Law Group LLC

SONGS UPON THE WIND

Etesian blew softly in tonight rustling the bushes

and the vine . Oh gentle wind who has made it's

dance among the painted leaves. Shafts of Light

broke through the canopy the voices upon the

breeze have reached mine ears . Many a garden

have been dressed as you with the visages and

wonders of such delights where the breeze has

kissed the ruby roses and I have caught their

fragrances and notes. The Nightingale has cried

"The wine upon your lips has seized your heart

in reveries of days lost to your youth where age

hastens to darken their memories , where bright-

ness is lost in hazy outlines. Sing to me my Darling

of your heart and love . Of the one whose memory

will never fade and retires with you every night.

Our garden in the wilderness , oh paradise , who

beckons me upon your call where every feast is

Love within your borders. Oh husband with the

Golden mind we've supped on Love whose source

Divine. Beside me walk the Gardens path where

gently we can talk and laugh. My heart beats for

you alone and with your love has found it's home."

My fingers are laced with the mornings dew the

mists have risen to meet the Light with the passing

of the Night. I will drink deeply of this wine and

make it ageless against the onslaught of Time. I

can keep your place here within and without your

beaming presence. Of memories that never sleep

but keep ablaze of Songs forever sung to those

who would listen and spice has infused all her

notes and it's fragrances have permeated all

within her reach . Oh teacher who has lit the

Stars and circles heaven with it's crown of Light

to diffuse the Night. Seize my heart and make

it yours whose song has thrilled my thoughts ,

whose carriages leads me to place divine your

Name upon my lips with praise . You have drawn

me forth from fortresses into a well watered

Garden of Delight and seized my Nights with

Daylight. The Chariots of Light keep their

circuits and my immersion upon the ardor

of their choruses which have embraced my

Heart.

COPYRIGHT © 2016

C Michael Miller

PoetryofProvidence

WHO IS HE

Who is he who skips the mountains crest

and in the forest takes his play

who wanders flowering meadows blest

and paints her majestic peaks by day

Who roars like a bear emerging from his den

rises from the sun rays shadow

and walks within the misty glen

He casts his pigment panegyric to adorn

to the art of beauty has his soul he’s sworn

Plaited music to the rising hills

and lack of virtue does lament

insinuates the want of justice

in images our minds can print

He bubbles forth like fountains

which escapes the rocky cleft

one cannot ignore his passing's

without him our cores bereft

Thought frightening his acquired skills

he’s hidden his gems within

so blinding is his casing

the breadth of imagination there begin

Who is he who opens his hands

to show the colors of his world

whose arms are the strength of captains

where the banners lay unfurled

So casts his umbra like a rainbows wake

through the veil of his heart does life partake

And madden hearts of maidens

blazed the trails of his quest

in rich diversity is he laden

what is his name , have you guessed

Some have named him legend

and to his core he’s prime

he’s entertained the multitudes

deep is the well of captured mind

I put forth the question

where can his like be found

his grace upon inspection

and in it’s wax be drown

The edges of his borders

are not yet mapped and plain

for he has concealed traits

he has buried deep within

He seems not to understand

the skills he’s left untapped

another side that’s left alone

within it’s fear is capped

So in my words I’ve framed him

a lesser picture of his soul

I counted him among the men

where women's hearts have been made whole

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller

via Duboff Law Group LLC

C MICHAEL MILLER