Mike Farahay 

Seaman, Ohio, USA 

I am a student, beatnik, Airborne Soldier, hippie, laborer, comm. artist, plumber, heavy equipment operator, engineer assoc., and big rig driver. I enjoy water sports, canoeing, rafting, swimming, creative design, writing, building, celebrations, quiet moments, raucous play, family, nature, stories and more . . . Published in an Anth. of American Poetry, logos, NLP's Anthologies, ISP's The Poets Corner, local papers, limited edition books, highest rated "x," something country, something profound . . . Working on: Mike's Little Book Of Poetry (limited editions with artwork). Education: Worthington H.S., Ohio, Col. School of Art, Ohio University, Sinclair Comm. Col., Olympic Col., Wash., Southern State, Fincastle, Oh., Grad. S.C.L. "84." 

The Alpha And Omega 

Turn the world around for me, 
and show me where's the end. 

Stride across a new found land, 
and stand around the bend. 
Glide on waters wide and smooth
to soothe your restless trend. 
Sail on slipp'ry streams of air, 
and share your tales about. 

Scale the mountains far and high, 
and sigh for souls without, 
A star, light, and bright to guide, 
in side, around, and out... 
Now, shout loud a joyous cry. 
let fly your soul, and then, 
Send your spirit's love to be, 
in me, a loving friend. 

Turn the world around and see
the beginning's in the end. 

The Flower More 

The tree fell and green sounds cracked round to hear
sharp, steel teeth chewing amber grain to pulp-
red, oiled, chain-saws angry screams drown-out MORE. 

Soft MORES run to shuffle tumbling static-
dry fabric generating energies. 
Flesh flies sparks 'tween wooden headboards MORE. 

Picks swing arcs, shovels scoop, as giant bits
bite black rock so paper wrapped, soft powders, 
buried to hole's bottom, can blow it all
to Sodom's end and expose treasure MORE. 

Without billowing smoke and choking dust, 
MORE shiver in the dark and long for MORE. 

MORE like looking-out to another world
where red corners of mouth with lash are curled. 

MORE mix 'lectric colors as T.V.s glare. 
Hair meanders gently over shoulders. 
The silver shuttles roar on plumes of smoke. 
MORE muscle broke the grasp of gravity. 

MORE virgins turn the fertile cheek to deed-
wet raze the seed and bleed the flower MORE. 

" L's" Evolute of Home 

Love your Spirit's life for adventure
Love your heart to brace the vast unknown
Love your bones with peaceful completeness
Love your Soul to know the "Right" way home

Let us leave the banks of the oceans
Let us leave the beaches of the sea
Let us leave the rains of the forest 
Let us leave the shadows of the trees

Lift us with colors of the rainbows
Lift us with music through storms wet lace
Lift us through atmospheres of silence
Lift us into the vacuums of space