THE SOUL PARADE
Y’know.
This poem, ain’t about you.
And this poem ain’t about a raging heart
Or a saving grace.
This poem has nothing to do with the blues,
Robert Johnson, the devil or even
All the saints.
And this poem has nothing to do with the paranormal,
Demons or the neon electric lights of
Near death, deadly dead cosmic experiences,
Jesus Christ or his brother
Fred, candy, the shadow government,
The FBI, CIA
Or “You”
No.
This poem is a song
This poem is not a song
This poem
Is a riddle
This Poem is a revelation
For the false.
That has nothing to do with you,
Or your limited level of reality, non reality,
War, baseball or boxing, peace summits
Criticism Or the never ending war of
Good … Versus Evil.
That you are truly, afraid to fight.
No. Nope.
This poem ain’t about you,
not about you at all.
Because this here poem
Is all about “Soul”
An extinct & isolated species that’s
Connected, Interconnected & Intertwined
And Living Complete & Inside and Amongst the Cosmology
Of a Hundred Thousand Billion Stars.
And something that “You” Will Never Get,
Or ever understand.
Because this poem
Is not all about “You”
This poem
Is about “Soul”
That thing that you can never have
Or get which just like imagination
Escapes you just like honesty
Fame or the verses
That fall onto the page, like love.
Because you see it’s
That song inside your deepest depths
The heart that keeps you going, fighting
And truly “Alive”
Each & everyday
And that something
Which you must earn.
So this poem
Sure as hell
Ain’t about “You”
This poem
Is all about the parade of souls
That just keeps on passing you by
Without notice.
All the souls
Smart enough,
Not to follow
“You”
____________________
R.M. Engelhardt
