She Walks in the Light

She walks as if her beauty will bring punishment

but she walks as a queen should,

With no thought of herself, her needs her wants 

Her desires, her dreams…

She walks the Earth over ten fold to make the 

World Safe for her sons.

While fighting the demons 

that only the true hearted attract.

It looks effortless, but it’s a mirage, a grand 

hallucination. She knows the depth of her work.

She also knows the walls of the box you put her in

better than ever you could.

That walk carries her elegance, her glow can spark 

the weakest man to stand strong, but she has no idea.

She’ll keep moving through any storm, despite the danger

in the darkness for those she loves. 

Her walk is beautiful and dangerous, 

and it’s a shame she knows too much about both.

She’ll never stop.

A Poem for George Floyd

A poem I wrote about the murder of George Floyd, dedicated to my cousin Christopher who died during the COVID-19 lockdown in the US. The poem is inspired by Whitey’s on the Moon:

George Floyd died under a policemans’ boot

And whitey’s on the space station 

We got so angry our pain drove us to loot

And whitey’s on the space station 

We held raised hands and screamed “Please Don’t Shoot”

And whitey’s on the space station 

We realized it’s time to pull Racism out at its Roots

And whitey’s on the space station 

We hit the streets to heal our wounds

with clinched fists 

And whitey’s on the space station 

We knew in our hearts 

We must Resist 

And whitey’s on the space station 

Resist the Hate

Ode to the S.C.S.C

I began to find my way 

while listening to the mystical magic of King Sunny Ade

Longing for sleepless Saturday nights 

and endless Sunday sunrises

When I felt young 

when we were young 

when life felt new 

when I felt new

When all the doors felt open 

and everyone smiled and life smelled good and fresh 

and without guilt and shame and longing 

for the past

When the past felt less important then the future

Or the idea of a future felt so bright we welcomed the dawn and the light 

even from our afternoon sleepy-eyed dream sleep awake 

and onto the next dawn dancefloor of smoke and laughter

and sweet cigar wrapped madness  

looked dreary-eyed into the endless summer nights of our teenage Heaven 

etching our names into the magnificently debaucherous New York Ethereal Dawn 

and young smiles that opened the gates of Heaven 

and had God say:

You’ll be back.

Go enjoy the sunlight with deep breaths and wide open hearts

Sonic Satori - T.G.I.RMAF, Our Rocky Mountain Audio Fest 2011 Adventure by Michael Mercer

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The Vinyl Anachronist: Our System at Rocky Mountain Audio Fest

The Vinyl Anachronist: Our System at Rocky Mountain Audio Fest: Here's our system at the Rocky Mountain Audio Fest. We shared Room 1102 with AudioEvo.org, Positive Feedback Online, SonicWeld, Locus Design.

I've helped set this system up - and, our dear friend Lee Weiland, of Locus Design has passed, so its so nice to have a part of him in the system. We MISS YOU LEE

futile tragedy

Just when you think the Break is coming..
Life hits you with a fucking Tsunami

To The Void

This is the first poem from a chapbook of poetry I put out years ago entitled Adaptations in Void:

To The Void

Fearless, speechless, know-nothing

Teenage cries for anthems,

Cigarettes, the quick fix,

Endless conversation.

TV vomit,

Youth magnet.

Teach, compel, bestow fallacy.

Atomic babies.

Plastered data,

E-mail eyes.

Indigenous types.

Smoke sours, voices cry.

Techno vacuum

Written By:

Michael Mercer 8, October, 1991

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Meandering Thoughts. Money and Ego

Fighting Egos wrapped in Financial Success

while I fight to hold on to Integrity

and Broke.

Sometimes my Soul feels Empty

while Im surrounded by the best

people I find, and I Know, and

Love.

Many of them Struggle too,

and perhaps All of them,

but some struggles never seem to End,

Money

That's a Constant Struggle

in Our house.

and hearing Good Guys always finish Last

Never helps

and it's Not True.

Not All the time.

Some of us taste superficial Freedom,

that comes by way of money and job security,

long hours working,

partying.

(when you work for it you deserve it)

Then Life throws a mound of Shit Your way,

instead of stepping out of the way

you walk Right Into it.

Then, those motherfuckers who held onto financial,

superficial Success through Treachery and Deceit-

I look up to them for a second.

Then I realize, They're Not surrounded by the Best

people they know, that love Them.

That's Wealth.

Chasing Elliott Smith

Elliott Smith was morose

and Beautiful.

His voice,

sounds of a Generation

falling in Love,

finding despair,

trying to see the Beauty

in Everything

while Searching for Something,

Something Real.

Like getting Stabbed in the Fuckin'

Chest and hearing the police say you

killed yourself

when you merely Tried.

Tried to break apart the hurt

and scream melodies with

pain just as deep.

We're looking for our Souls

in thin computers and machinery

that's designed by us, but isn't

the Answer to why We're Here.

Embracing Every distraction,

yet we cry for more understanding

and sincere connections to other people.

Both have a price:

Do Too Much

and you may fall to pieces

Trust Too Much

and you may lose all your pieces

Wishing for a moment of Glory

during the biggest Fight in Life

But we are not Alone.

Sometimes that's all that can save me

from sinking

into Smith's Despair.

Searching for Eno

I sit, listening to dreamy,
cascading melodies

Thinking of Everything I've done
wrong this year.
And last year, and the year before that,
and the year before that, and the year
before that

Not Knowing when it will stop,
The stomach aches, the tears, the frustration,
the feeling of helplessness that comes in waves
at work, and at home.

I put it all into my work, my craft, my art,
and the job that pays the bills.
I put too much into the things that barely matter,
the things I loath in my soul, the things that ugliness
in the world force me to do.

I Wish I could live like Jack, or Hunter, or William,
or Allen, any of the great warriors of the human spirit.

Life beats me up so bad I want a do-over, another chance,
another life, another option.

Then

I look at the things I am grateful for.

but it doesn't kill the sting

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