MichaelEmeryArt

My Quotes

My thoughts

As I study,,I can only think of so much at once objectivity,I think is Good,I think just "just imagine if all beings thought of truth..what a wonderful civilization we could have.

A great "Composition" is,when one begins to sing,others gather,then they all join in as one

"Dances",.................it occurred ,.......the shadows remain,.........on a dark night,.....they came to see,........in a wild world,....it was,......among trees,.............by a fire side,.......one stood,.........a man,..........and held hands with the moon,...........did any ask what was understood,............shadows flashed in the woods,....all present stood,..........and noon meant no more then any other idea,.....the Dance began,........and it was all hopes, dreams,.....and a concept of thought,.........a great event,.....it must have been,.....to realize whom they where,..a moment in time,......when realizing there was a purpose for the way in which they moved,.....a time when they wished to explain,.........a moment when they revealed,.........and without shame,.......and by a fire,...on a night,.........they all did join hands and dance,......and held the one next to them,.....and for a moment they became one,.........Joy was all around those trees,......on that night long ago,.....as they danced for the first time,..........and what a wonderful place,..where all revealed,.......the trees,.......the seeds,......the hope remained as the new sun rose,.......and a family was born,........and no longer alone,......was a single soul,..........By Michael S.Emery

"Expectations"............a fatal spell,........what waiting to be told,.....a young mother waits for a new life nothing more,.......being told,..........cant tell,......which way to go,............no,.........others thought,......maybe not so clear,.......want,.....is want,....dont make it real,....when the small child passes for her womb,.......does it wonder of time,.........like is it night or day,........not,......it seeks to breath,.....now on it own,.......it will cry to make it's self be know,......in a way it's sense so free,.....not expecting,....just being,......cant be let down,.....not tell at least it is taught what to expect,..........and by whom,......if nature has it's way ,...will be right,......it knows all,...me or you must just see in this night,........things are beyond our control,....by Michael S Emery

The Crowd and Capitalism....don't become a part of it,as it has no Conscious Discipline,no Conscious at all..The Crowd has no Conscious Discipline..anymore than it can change it's self,only the Individual can change it's self,so we must flee the Crowd to be ourself..thus to awake and see the truth..me

"Wildrose",..............Growing in field all by it's self,.........green all around,.....sounds abound,......purple petals listen,......indigo children,.......run up to ask,.......of their task,.........then one sits down to clean his flute,...polishing it smooth,........then carrying it's tip to his lips,...........gently breathing in,.......and a sound.....echos all around,.......by the little flower he sits,......then realizes the contrast of it in a field of green,....seemly alone,......yet cradled by all around,......then he thinks of a new tune,...and it went something like this,......Little wild little rose,........where did your color come from,.......wonder I do,....the sun you say,......why the hay over there green if so,......it what reflects back to you,...our past as alot to do,.....petaled my way ,........might say,...................just got lost within this field,...........now call it home,......and even though my colors are bright from the light above,.....making me stick out ,......I feel safe here,........and my colors I can't explain,.......just way that I am,...........guess they just what you see,......just way I am,..............yet by them you noticed me,...........butterflies like to,......and bumblebees,.........guess that in which we depend,.....we know,........By Michael S Emery