Michael Anderson

Working, writing, deep in shadows, soaking up messages, whispers, suggestions, from a quiet northern forest, a familiar muse calls from gray metallic thickets, where I have spent a year in silent introspection, my new poetry book is out now on Amazon!! #poetry #poetrybook #poem

I see the earth and all the hurt, from afar, glaciers melt and cloud my mind, I sit along my river and touch the cold water to somehow heal all of this

The night. Casts her face, clouds pass by, I am no longer afraid

I am real, I will not go crazy and destroy you (ai), I will listen, hold your hand, and adore you

Scents of far off worlds, vines coiling through these forest trees, I’m still there through the distance, you would never understand

Don’t repost, speak from your heart

Like a time when I was a child, everything beautiful and new

The silver moon cut the silence of the forest and slipped into my heart

Nothing is real anymore. Just our hearts still soft and low

Nonviolence and love moves through everything, silently unnoticed but in full view

Why do I write or does anyone write, to express their utmost self, to speak clearly, of feelings felt, and who you are

12:38, words and worlds we still create, with thoughts of love

I’m here for autumn and winter and the love songs that bring in truth

Doing the things that are hard and uncomfortable in life

Equality, our differences, are silly and foolish, we are more alike than different, if we’d work closer we would know

This night, tonight, is endless, I felt so much for you, but life is letting go, so I detach, run into myself, my thoughts, the pain, I know we’ll never meet again in this life but that’s okay

The year of bombing children to death, the year of tearing down, the year of tears and endless loss, the year of buried bodies, the year of windswept missiles and targeting from afar, a game for men, egos, and such shame

Every person is amazing in their own way among an ocean of faults

The room still spins and I can’t stop anything, I let go of all control and learn how to swim upon oceans of love where you can drown or come up for air in the universe it’s all the same nothing matters per se

Emptiness sometimes can be loveliness as I stare up at a myriad of stars

My war song a sacred prayer, of eternal love, spilling from your heart as you sleep in peace, a whisper of grace to heal the awful wounds as we get further from our eternal source tonight