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And I have loved them all.
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@mikelmaureeart
I have seen all of your terribly faces
And I have loved them all.

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Birds never talk to me
But I listen to them sing
As they sing on without me
And bugs
On me they don't even know I'm there
Lost in their own little worlds on me
As they live in them without me
And the grass
It springs back to hide any trace of my steps as I pass
Lightly as I can from tree to tree
As they tower above me
And I'm in nature and not on it
As it exists without me
There is far more to all of us than what one might think. Someone or some choice may seem like the right answer but come to find out, it actually wasn’t. This poem explores the contrast between desire and necessity. It implies that while someone can fulfill all the desires and fantasies another person might have, they may not be what that person truly needs in a deeper, more meaningful sense. It touches on themes of superficiality versus substance, and the difference between wants and essential needs in relationships or life choices.
The eulogy I didn’t give (XIII)
by Bob Hicok
Good parents make dinner.
Provide the food, the table, the spoon, the fork, the home.
Teach you to shovel snow, catch fireflies, shave, use a tampon. Explain
light bulbs, stars, the dark. Remove thorns
of trees and attempt to extract larger thorns, like heroin if it stabs you.
Drink little, or none, or a lot. Try to lift you
higher in the sky than they ever got.
And stand next in line for death, between you and your last breath.
When your parents are gone, the final bit of your childhood runs away from home.
You're an adult now and on your way, alone.
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻bravo!
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“For the Weeks We Spend in Hell” is the follow up chapbook to my debut chapbook, “For the Days We Spend in Hell” go to Amazon get you a copy of both. This raw and dark poetry speaks to those of us that find ourselves battling depression, anxiety and intrusive thoughts. Knowing we aren’t battling these alone in a society that doesn’t want to talk about mental health. My words found the pages and my own form of self therapy was born. Poetry. Getting it out no matter how awful some of these poems sound, writing them out was the only way to rid the feelings and keep them at bay.
Join me in accepting what’s real, from my heart and soul these words saved my life and these chapbooks were born.

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I got published again with this picture of the Longhorns! Snap’d Magazine Issue #47 Animal Theme. I’m over the moon again! Check out my website and contact me if your interested in purchasing any of my photography, this one included! www.mikelmaureeart.com https://www.instagram.com/p/CqmIfmatUbq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Happy Birthday to me! My website is live and ready for viewing!! Mind you there is still some tweaking to be done. I’m working on more images to be added to my gallery and more art to post for sale but I’m so excited to be able to bring this dream of mine to you. Check it out by going to www.mikelmaureeart.com (at Woodward, Oklahoma) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqYEs4cLW8b/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
We are just a few days away from my scheduled website launch so I wanted to highlight my new business logo. I designed this myself. If you’ve seen my doodles this makes so much sense, anyhow I’ll be providing some artistic services and selling my art. Continue to stay tuned for the official launch. As the great Andy Warhol once said “Art is anything you can get away with.” And I plan to get away with a lot 😁🤩😎 https://www.instagram.com/p/CqNxv7DuS2A/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
🖤🤍 This picture is a story. A story without any words. 🤍🖤 https://www.instagram.com/p/CptHKi1LIst/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
This picture is getting all the firsts in the history of my art. Now featured in a magazine!! Snap’d Magazine issue #45, Green Theme. I’ve dreamed of this day over and over again!! Dreams really can come true! Best part, this picture, I not only took, I grew, mushrooms and all! A whole new meaning to Green Theme. 💚📸 www.snapdmagazine.com https://www.instagram.com/p/CphARcRNP6N/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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I was over here feeling sorry for myself. Thinking that my life is a mess no matter what I do. Get sober, get a better work life balance, cut off my demons, make more art and yet despite all of this I was still feeling miserable inside, Thinking I deserved all of it. Thinking that my life was just meant to be hard no matter what I do or change. I won’t ever really get ahead and I’ll always be stuck in this place.
Then the events that have transpired the last couple of days changed that thought process all around. A young man who’s brother I hung around with in college got married several years back and I bartended it. He passed away leaving behind his wife and a very young son 2 days before Christmas Eve. A close high school/college friends home burnt to the ground leaving her and her husband and three children homeless the day before Christmas Eve. All of their possessions and Christmas presents went up in smoke although they are all fine the devastation they are experiencing makes my sadness seem silly. How can I be so sad and feel so sorry for myself when I have a loving and supportive husband who makes me a better artist and human, two homes even though they are complete shit right now but they are full of love and family heirlooms and treasures of past lives. They have an energy that’s bursting with positivity even in their dilapidated states. I have more than I need and I’m hung up on my wants. I want to blame it on society on this culture we have bred. Consumerism is at every corner, at the end of every bed. It’s in the pages of books and prevalent on every TV screen and every show you watch before bed. It’s on your phones and it’s now found it’s place in all of our heads. I’m not sad for me anymore. I’m sad for this world and how it’s ripping itself to shreds.
“Walking into shit shows and coming out with toilet paper roses”🌹-Mikel Mauree’ Art
Music is my Religion
Music is so therapeutical to me. I find so much comfort in that art form, it moves me to fully experience my emotions. I bet your now asking, why is that therapeutical? To feel is to understand and in accepting that I understand, I accept myself fully without judgement. It’s okay to feel as much as I do. It’s a gift and a curse. It has always been my greatest asset and my greatest weakness. Finding the balance is the trick. I work on that every single day. In the meantime music helps me to process them. Music is one of my many religions.
Does anyone else cry when they hear awaken my soul by Mumford & Sons? Or is that just me?
“There are places in my soul that I’ll never go back to and visit again.” -random thought in my brain just now.
“Just keep trying, life will always be this way” that’s what they say when they all are benefiting from your trying. The world will use you up if you let it. Don’t let it…I REPEAT DO NOT LET IT!
Life struggles of an empath.
Boundaries first, love later.

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Sleepless in the fire 🔥
I can’t sleep
I’m exhausted
I’m weak
I bring myself
To my own knees
And I beg and plead
For these feelings to
Subside
But they stay
I imagine them
As patrons
Sitting on
Bleachers
Watching me grow
Even more weaker
Taking out bets
Of who’ll
I’ll need up with next
Watching as I grasp
For air
No one even cares
I try to accept
That I actually
Most possibly
Even deserve this
I sleep
But I don’t really
Get rest
My bodies just
Working out all
Of my stress
I wake up in cold sweats
While the dreams
Still haunt me
During my waking hours
Sleep doesn’t matter
I’m cursed
And no amount of
Sleep will keep me
At ease.
I’m sleepess
in the fire.
I’ve worn out
All of my desires.
-Mikel Mauree’
I just wanted to be left alone
or alone to be left at nothing.
I just wanted to be present
Or present to be left alone.
-Mikel Mauree’