Category: R.M. Engelhardt
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Bones Beneath Flesh Machine The Heart Still Lost Somewhere In-between A Dream & The Reflected Light. A Memory A Movement A Moment In The Dark Which Remains, Like Some Celestial Eternal Sonnet Thoughts, Minds Bodies Connected And Breathing Her Hair Sweeping Across Your Face. A Fragment Another Time And Another Place. Years Later? An Old…
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Better to feel (Than be) Blood rushes thru veins And the heart beats, Only one-day to complete it’s 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;…
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All poets may come and go but it’s the words that forever remain. It is not of the body but of that which comes from the soul which touches others. ~ R.M. Engelhardt RIP Maya Angelou : http://www.cnn.com/2014/05/28/us/maya-angelou-obit
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The Aesthetics Of Anger When said the moon to the stars in the sky A small boy was born upon the day his mother died Upon his 30th day did also rise An only son in September. And when he was young and death did follow Him like a bird and left him hollow…
