MEMENTO
Better to feel
(Than be)
Blood rushes thru veins
And the heart beats,
Only one-day to complete its duty.
While eventually earth and gods shall all come
Crashing down
And kingdoms & civilizations fade.
And so please, I ask you only this;
That when I leave to let me take these
Few things with me,
The moon, the sun and the stars,
And the small traces of light which
Once reflected in your eyes
That I
Can no longer
See.
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POEM TO PAST SELF IN FUTURE TENSE
Yours is a beauty of monsterous
proportions with the world
Spinning randomly into
Oblivion where all the leaves are all
Dying all the time off the trees,
Where misery makes its way into
Every small tissue stealing.
Yours is a world where
Beauty has fled and has left town
For greener pastures, has drowned its-
Self into the sea of angst & tears and
Has mixed its-self with alcohol &
Cigarettes, sad poems and
Indiscriminate men & women who
Already know that beauty has left
The scene,
(And they no longer care to find her)
And yet it is good that beautyhas
Finally found you and that beauty is not dead,
But was merely sleeping
On the sofa of your
Dreams.
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Poems By R.M. Engelhardt
From The Book “Nod. (moon, stars, sun … time)
2oo2
Copyright © 2013.
R.M. ENGELHARDT 