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All writings herein may be republished in full context, with full credits and a donation in the amount of your choice. ~ Mikhail Tank
For Those who Feel Broken
C. 2019 Mikhail Tank
Life is like a Cycle
Feels like you're playing
Musical chairs
Wins, losses, recitals
Sometimes you wish to pause
At times you want to Stop
For those who feel broken
For those whose wings are unspoken
For those who can't fly
Remember that
There is Universal Light
Which you can connect to
Release the addictions
Destroy the broken heart syndrome
Relax and Renew
Breathe Life and Begin Again
No where on Earth is there a sadder sight
Than in front of our eyes
There's pain and misery and demise
Lift your hand As if Majick
Say your Love with a penny in your hand
Watch the copper turn to gold
Not just an Alchemist
You're a Healer of Sorts
And the wings, reimagined
No matter if real or within
They will turn the Lights Green
And you will stand up again
- Not Secondary in Love
At this very moment
My heart is thankfully, vacant
Tired of crazy
Tired of haughty
Tired of playing secondary
Musical chairs of love
Now I'm standing tall
I don't even mind
Not sitting atop just
Any old stall
I deserve a throne
A place to call my own
Supportive, humorous
And compatible in the
Boudoir
Signals emitted
Lanes fully open
Take your pick and
Enjoy the ride on highway no. 9
I'll accept what's right
My heart is unteathered
Not a bit of dust
From the lost loves of the past ❤️
🙏
Three Hurricanes
(a miniature story)
by © Mikhail Tank (may be republished with full credits and donation in the amount of your choice)
There were 3 hurricanes and a simple man.
The first hurricane twirled loundly and excessively, each twenty minutes - it would release all that it had inside.
The second hurricane believed in the Golden Calf and would endlessly take all things golden into its path.
The third hurricane was silent and proud but fully empty inside.
The three hurricanes; the Ego, the Mask, and the Madness danced and blew about, scaring anyone who would get in their united path.
Once a simple man with a pure heart walked into the path of the three hurricanes and they blew furiously about him, they nearly stole his very Soul.
The soul inside him yelled and shook but eventually the Great Creator, above the earth and all hurricanes heard the man and sent him a Majick Butterfly.
This good luck butterfly would forever show him how not to get into the paths of these or any other triplet of hurricanes, which could sink all ships.
An elder walked by the man once and listened to his story. “Are you certain that it’s not you, that there really were three hurricanes all at once.”
God’s Butterfly sat on the elder’s nose, nodded her wings, and murmured … “yes, it’s true what my best friend said to you, Sir Elder, and that’s why I’m here now, to be his Spiritual Eyes.”
© 2021 Mikhail Tank
The End, Blessed Be