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
OF CONVERSATIONS FRIENDS & ANGELS Today I come to you In the memory Of old friends Conversation Over lost time And lost years That have Mysteriously Vanished In both tragedy And revelation Grief And silence Detached from This mere Mortal coil To remember them; They who were Once here and They who once loved…
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….
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 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…
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….
“No moon, sun, diamond, hands ~ fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.” ~ Frida Kahlo