FROM THE ASHES From the ashes You will one-day Rise To a better place From sadness Doubt You will forgive And be forgiven And all your enemies Will be nothing but The fragments of Time For they were Once human too And from the Ashes they Shall rise with You ~ R.M. Engelhardt
FRAGILE. Poem R.M. Engelhardt
via DARK LANDS Telegraphic missives from the bleak future of now taking in spirit machine and blood . A faint hope beyond hopelessness still guiding the words . ~ Steve Kilbey (The Church) **** R.M. Engelhardt is one of the finest poets currently drawing breath and this book is one hell of a ride….
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And, of course, that is what all of this is – all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or…
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….
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“In every bit of honest writing in the world … there is a base theme. Try to understand men, if you understand each other you will be kind to each other. Knowing a man well never leads to hate and nearly always leads to love. There are shorter means, many of them. there is writing…
POET ? I smoke in the ashes Of my own myth Follow the voices in my Head that say “Record these Moments” Become another soothsayer Of another century, another Shadow treading light There are thousands Like me Thousands searching Everyday Perhaps for God Perhaps for themselves Perhaps for no one For they live and re-live…