Michael Hunter

1.
Embrace pain
You will not like it
Hold it close.
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I never met a black man
until I was twenty-one.
They simply didn't live where
I was raised, deep behind
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The darkness is sung to stars
as the troubadour calmly brings
the night into existence.
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I am disappointed.

I'd seen a change and had felt
we'd turned a corner, leaving the
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Morning peace and self-reflection
- an apathetic joy -
not caring for gain or worldly wealth,
but feeling joyful in the single moment.
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18 days left until the end of the world!

We're down to the wire folks - so get your living in now because in 18 days, all this chaos, selfishness, hate, bigotry, joy, happiness, and beauty will com screeching to a halt.
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A shudder runs my o'er grown length
and brings a tear to eye,
leaving me with zero strength
to endure the burning lie!
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1.
You promise me peace
If I keep my eyes on You
How will that help me?
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Simple grace found in a sweet round face;
Eyes that sparkle with mischief and joy;
Cheeks red with passionate blood, and a smile.
O, the smile which always steals away my breath and pain.
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How sharp is your sickle?
Will I just be another sheaf, bundled for the harvest?
Stacked for the inferno?
Crushed and tossed on the thresher's floor?
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He rises early, but for what?
Stares himself down in the mirror -
Attempting to win control over himself.
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The intangible past seems to blur the here and now,
making a dangerous gray area - free from the rules of reality.

The 'Cannot-be-changed' world seems to step up boldly
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Obama, McCain, are all down the drain,
now that election day's over.
When all's said and done,
I voted for none,
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* A series of Haiku's about putting my dog, Terrapin - to sleep*

Bright eyes see me.
Holding her leash in my hand.
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Dragging in a deep breath I sit up with a start
and all around me, like wet moldy blankets,
the feel and taste of my dreams hang -
Suffocating and wet.
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(The occasion of this poem is now come home to roost... I was laid off today from EM-Assist. So it applies to me.)

White banker's boxes used to only hold files -
But now they hold the contents of my office life.
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There's not a thing that I can do
But watch you in distress and tears.
I'm trying hard, you know it's true,
To put at rest your doubts and fears.
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Time makes no concession for me,
nor does it care that I am fighting its relentless forward march.

Try as I might to ‘be in the moment',
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I will burn my ships when on my new-found shore I stand.
I will ne'er turn back and seek the comfort of my familiar or my safety.
No, I will burn my ships!
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Being mindful of my heart,
I feel it in my chest
and am aware of it in my mind.
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