MORE THAN NIGHT

MORE THAN NIGHT I am searching For something More than night More than The dark The evening Under stars Under the moonlight Another life Or perhaps I just need Another drink Whiskey On the side     ~ R.M. Engelhardt/19

The Outside World

As you get older the more things change – for the better or for the worse. Sometimes being a writer and becoming somewhat of an self-isolationist is like being in a sanctuary and finding your true self, your true voice and words. The outside world never goes away. It will always be there. ~ R.M. … More The Outside World

REPETITION

  REPETITION   So let us call this Ruin Civilization Written Upon an ancient Wall Built By the Living Dead Without Empathy Mass Hysteria A history Without Clarity Created By egos Inhuman And not True men A standing Headstone Marking The end Of freedom     ~ R.M. ENGELHARDT/2019

Nostalgia Act

NOSTALGIA ACT Aren’t you that Poet who was famous Once? That poet Who lived Downtown That wore That old leather Jacket & who Was kinda like A punk rock vampire Lord Byron meets Edgar Allan Poe Guy? I really liked That poem you Wrote the young millennial Girl says It was totally awesome My mom … More Nostalgia Act

Some Days

Some Days Some days I question human behavior I question what we are doing here I question where I came from where mankind came from after I watch the news on tv after listening to people talking on there cell phones screaming at other human beings on the bus. But somehow I never give up. … More Some Days

Frida Kahlo

“No moon, sun, diamond, hands ~ fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.” ~ Frida Kahlo