The Serpent Eating Its Tail

I am whatever I choose to become.

A person is a star bound to a mountain.

Hot & cold, Night and day, infinite & finite
All are the same but differ in degree.
Where on the scale does hot end and cold begin ?

The words of the master come swiftly to the ears of the
student who is ready to understand.

These words are not mine, but within me they reside.

Mikial Kenneth Millard

2017

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The Walk

Grey light flowing from the glimmer of an alien moon. I walk in the darkness under trees which sing when the wind blows. One foot in front of the other I become something the past would not blink to see. Waves of life pass over my face as the strings of fate softly sound in the distance.

by Mikial Kenneth Millard

copyright May2017

all rights reserved.

AEABIA RADIO EPISODE 3 With A Segment From Author Margaret Benison

AUDIO ONLY 

Hello Everyone, this is show 3 of the AEABIA MUSIC & TALK SHOW which is different than the POETRY PODCAST in which the next episode will be released in a few weeks time. This show is more motivational, fun & I play fresh new music from a diverse array of artists.

This show we have a very special segment from Author Margaret Benison (Margaretbenison.com) on five reasons why your story may have been rejected. Please click the link to listen to the audio.

If you would like to share your poetry, wisdom or experience as a writer on our show via a prerecorded audio file please send us a message of interest through our contact page. 

Thank you Greatly
Mikial Kenneth Millard

AEABIA Poetry Podcast: Special Guest Nyanda of Multiplatinum Group Brick and Lace

AEABIA CINQUAIN WRITING PODCAST WITH NYANDA
This very special podcast episode I begin by speaking about making an immediate impact with your first line. We move from that into writing cinquains and using a powerful multiple meaning word as the opener. Mega Star Nyanda of the multiplatinum group Brick & Lace calls in to share some writing experience and motivation with us. Nyanda calls in at 23 minutes into the show if you would like to skip to her segment. Please listen to this show, thank you all and enjoy.

Find Nyanda at these links, please show her support as she is a good friend of AEABIA ARTS
Twitter @nyandaBnL
Youtube https://www.youtube.com/user/officialnyanda/videos

Does She Know (Poem)

I was sitting up
in the middle of the night
my heart aching
my mind hurting
as I looked down at her

Weeping Heraclitus.

Weeping Heraclitus. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

sleeping beside me
wondering where we were going
wondering if she knew
like I did
that It might be over.
DId she know?
I wondered as the pale
moonlight
rippled off of my tears.

By Mikial Millard
copyright Sept 2013
All rights reserved.

What types of novels do you love to read?

Hello all you wonderful readers, I am about to begin writing my next novel series and I thought to myself what types of books does everyone love to read at this current time? What genres really get you going? Please let me know at the bottom of the page in the comment section.

Books in the Douglasville, Georgia Borders store.

Books in the Douglasville, Georgia Borders store. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I personally love adventure novels preferably with a little super hero flavor to them. Also I really like vampire or werewolf love stories, don’t ask why I just do lol so how about you?

WRITERS (Architects of a timeless world)POEM

We write so that you will
remember
that words live forever,
the cheer and joy,
feelings we create
lift and shake the world,
we bring to you undiscovered worlds
theories and thoughts,
vivid imagery from the depths of our minds,
loves from the deepness of our hearts,
universes of friendship with the hearts of readers,
Writers are the glue of the world,
for what would history
mathematics
and all things special be
without
Writers?

By Mikial
copyright july 2013
may be shared as long as credit given

By Mikial
copyright july 2013
may be shared as long as credit given

Love In a Moment (Poem)

 I’d met her by chance,
she was buying a newspaper,
her face covered by long flowing hair.
I waited behind her in line,
smelling her enchanting fragrance,
her skin was soft and fair.
Heavenly thoughts of what life could be,
her hand in mine,
could we ever be.
She paid for her paper,
as I built up my nerve,
to ask her for name,
number, observe,
I just couldn’t do it,
the moment had passed,
and she walked out the store
out of my present and into my past.
I’ll never forget what I thought life 
could be,
if I had but seized such a grand opportunity,
but I won’t live in sorrow,
at least I’ll still have,
thoughts of her visage 
and fluttering feelings toward
her goddess like image.

By Mikial Millard
copyright july 2013