There Was This Girl

There Was This Girl

There was this girl who loved tulips, and I loved her so.

At first it was simple, and without question

or judgement we shared our love with each

other. Night after night we laughed and dreamed

together. My Mind flourished with thoughts

of her. Could this be the one I thought.......

could this be real. At times it felt to good to

be true. Soon doubt crept into my soul as she

questioned my existence and found fault with

who she saw me as. My confidence slipped away

and I no longer felt her love. Now she's gone and

I miss her so. I wonder if I will ever see her again

and have her love once more.

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Fourth Day

 Of The First Month

In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

I Feel a Poem Coming On

I Feel A Poem

Coming On

And On

And On

And On

And On

I have inner  drive

Equal to a heard

Of frightened

Elephants

And then

What would One

Expect from the words

They red just before the brain

In their head said so more please NO MORE

Moist is the new dry that soothes the inner skin of thought

Only an earthly swallow's morning song can carry the load of

an over weight brain to it's final resting place amongst the earth-worm's

Dark Domain

Vengeance

Never crossed

The borders of the

Two worlds, but the twist

of the turbulent wake will swiftly

deal a crushing blow and the sound of

Valor, and the Feel of Victory will share in

The glow of the silver lining that feeds the hungry

Travelers

Can it be that the end is just around the bend of the broken arrow

That follows the path without a point

The glory of the coming, shall

accompany each and every

word that ends the

incomplete

sentence

That serves as the binding link that connects us all to the hidden

Truth that lay before the soul. Waiting.....Wanting...

To be discovered.

Inch by inch

The fine silk thread

Weaves the net to catch

The fallen bits that break from

The once whole, but crumbling over 

Cooked Crust

The smell of burnt spirits, that tried desperately to slam on their  

Brakes, now cast a shadow of shimmering dark

Particles upon their intoxicated

Organized Existence

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Twelfth Day

 Of The First Month

In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

What's That Sound

What's That Sound

What if we could see the world as it truly is

and not as we are.

What's that sound ? Can you hear it !

Could it be the door you've been searching for

Rusty hinges creek and grown

Healing light slips through the crack

Your site has now been given back

Your proper path has now been shown

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Thirteenth Day

 Of The First Month

In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

I'm A Little Strange

I'm A Little Strange

I'm a little strange in the eyes of most

But I am needed in this world

To tip the scales in favor of happiness

I find there is an unhealthy abundance

Of sadness and confusion in the here and now

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Twenty Second Day

 Of The First Month

In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Shining Through All The Brighter

Shining Through All The Brighter

I am so very happy

The words don't stop there

More is yet to be said

Love will go on and on and on

The lips of the world will forever crack a smile

Loving eyes will gaze upon the needs of strangers

And hope will manifest into healing forms

The all encompassing colors of the rainbow

Along with the pure white light will give endlessly

Shining through all the brighter

Freedom will forever reign supreme

I see all that is good

My foundations of believe can never be broken

As they will spread through the minds of all

The gardens of the universe are missing you

The rains say hello

And the sun waits to warm your heart as always

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Twenty Fifth Day

 Of The First Month

In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

The Gentle Breeze

The Gentle Breeze

Willows tall and slender

Quenching their thirst

By the shallow pond

Silently waiting

For the Sun to rise

Rhythmically dancing

With its friend

The " Gentle Breeze "

Passing the time away

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
29th Day

 Of The First Month

In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Wake Now Version 01

Wake Now

Version 01

Can the ripened fruit of my Heart and Soul

Resist the temptation to be eaten by my own weakness

Or will I rise beyond the reach of its arm

Freeing myself from decomposition

Posed and standing strong am I

Knowing that I'll prevail

Comforted by thoughts of valor

I feel his presents and undying love for me

Late will never be the hour

To grab hold with my heart and soul

For there is always room for one more

On its outstretched branches of infinite forgiveness

This place of peace and tranquility

Is always expanding and Omni-present

Existing within us all without reservation

I will wake now from this hypnotic sleep

Take back what is mine

And tend to this garden

Where grows the Tree of Life

That gives freely to all

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
First Day

 Of The 
Second Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca