You May Find Me There …

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You May Find Me There …

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart. Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.”
~ Rumi

RUMI

Occupy, Or Under The Hunger Moon …

Occupy Movement, Hunger Moon Poem By R.M. Engelhardt

In early evening,

Jupiter in the sky, 

Hunger moon tonight.


Where

The wolves 

Of wall street

“Prey”

Upon

Each generation

Under any

Name

Monarch or 

King, Politician

Or snake.

For history

Just seems to be

And never change

A wolf, a dog 

Chasing it’s own tale

Into devestation

“Greed”

In early evening,

Jupiter in the sky, 

Hunger moon tonight.

As all the people,

Tents are forced 

To leave 

With their statements

&

Beliefs.

And yet?

Who ever said

That 

Life,

This world

Or universe

Was ever

Fair?

In early evening,

Jupiter in the sky, 

Hunger moon tonight.

Where we all starve

For a better way,

A better life.

Usually realizing

The fates of Rome

&

Our kind

Far Far

Too late.

___________________

R.M. Engelhardt 2011




Poems By Steve Kilbey

Listed below are the haunting words of Steve Kilbey. Many are familiar with his lyrics and music, but now, we are given intro to the intricate meanderings of his thoughts in prose. As the Church has always brought us soul-aching music then here we are witness to the darker side of humanity as only Kilbey can portray. There is a shallowness in every soul and a dark recess to every mind. In so few words and in so many words, Kilbey evokes powerful images of haunted and tormented agony, and of the utter irony of it all . To look upon ourselves and others and see the sadness and the joy which dwells in every breast. To feel the madness and to laugh at the hypocrisy of the world. That which we sense every day and ignore, Kilbey brings our world and the world of our subconcious to bearing in his stirring poetry

Poems By Steve Kilbey

For Ever

For Ever

So.

What does it matter?

He says, she says

For the clock

is not a reality

but that of a dreaming thing

Unmeasured, 

by the heart.

1000 life times past

1000 life times hence

This mortal coil

shall rule us once again

Unknown

&

New

To begin

To arrive

And to start it all

Again.

For I await 

upon the

shore 

for her

For ever.

Strangers

once more

hoping that we

have finally learned

our lesson

For history, time

eternity is nothing

Without her

And without her

Time does not matter.

_____________________

R.M. Engelhardt 2011

Follow The Words …

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How can we live without our lives? How will we know it’s us without our past? No. Leave it. Burn it.”

~ John Steinbeck . The Grapes Of Wrath

Follow The Words …

Follow The Words …