I’ve Seen Things ….
Poetry Of The Future
I’ve Seen Things ….
Poetry Of The Future
I am tired of your self-centered
Bullshit & whining ways
Stop this train, stop it now.
For we shall all remain… Dream.
Into this life,
Or the next.
An ode to the dead world that is poetry, lost and faraway.
The ancient soul of Sappho gone and golden days.
Tear these words, voices away. Now only left with memories.
Let the prophets burn,
And create the visions of what shall be
Under the currents and beyond the sleep of the icons reach…
Speak of that which is human,
Love …this eternal dream
Forget the fools, the mundane
A wild ride,
An action packed extravaganza
With spooky, scary thrills
Coming soon to an idiot near you.
Fuck it… Fuck them.
I’m going out
For a drink &
Kiss my wife & kids
Love thy neighbor
Love thy friends
For this life
Is all too short
R.M. Engelhardt 2012
By Thom Francis
As part of rolling out the new AlbanyPoets.com website, we are inviting the poets on the site to send us some new work that we can post. One of the first poets to take us up on the offer happens to be one of the first poets on the site when Albany Poets began in 2000.
Albany, NY based poet, writer R.M. Engelhardt has published several books over the last decade including Nod~Logos~Alchemy~The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems of R.M. Engelhardt & others. His current experimental book of poetry & prose is called “Versus-Lexikon” A poet & writer, Engelhardt through his ideas & visions has helped to create a large amount of the Upstate, Albany, NY spoken word~poetry scene and is the host of “SAINT POEM READING SERIES” an Open Forum-Mic For All Poets held every 3rd Monday of each month at The Upstate Artists Guild (UAG).His work has also been published by many journals on the net & in print including Retort, Verve, Industrial Nation, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Thunder Sandwich, Fashion For Collapse, 2nd Avenue, The Angry Poet, Danse Macabre, Full of Crow & many others.
The Mayan calendar,
Prophets, sages & warnings
Cause all this was all once just “bible prophecy” & science fiction,
& all of that crap that people talked or laughed about
When they got bored, drunk or stoned.
Were all wrong.
And our world our times our people
Did all this stupid shit,
What a joke.
The new city of paradise, commerce & whores
And every other major city in the world
Now devastated, now leveled, and now
Laid to waste
If you are hearing or reading this
Then it’s already too late,
But at least you are still alive.
But then again, like me
Maybe your ass got left behind
After 3 billion people
Bit the dust.
So, let me tell you a story,
Let me tell you
A fairy tale
About how all of this happened
Or will happen
It was those idiots,
Those stupid “new world order” bastards
And all of their scientists
Who studied the sacred
Shroud of Turin
That once covered the dead
Crucified body of
The very son of God
Who, without asking
Stole his still living genetic
DNA from the blood on the cloth.
Who foolishly attempted to clone him,
But were able,
Realized that they could take his
Genetic makeup & impregnate over
20 beautiful young women
As an experiment who unknowingly
Gave birth to “mini-gods”
And then went unexpectedly insane, crazy,
Committed suicide or died
And were never seen nor heard from again.
And from the abyss the beast shall come,
And a black colored cloud
Shall cover the world.
Cover, the world.
So now, advance forward
30 some years later.
Where twenty “magic-time kids”
19 boys and one girl.
Raised by the privileged, the rich
And the royal,
As their own.
Who were born
Created, to save humanity
For mommy & daddy
As well as every other
Now all adults
Who had spent the better part
Of their lives hiding all their gifts.
Water to wine
And all of the free fish
That you can eat.
More pallor tricks
To save the earth
But what they never thought about
Or realized was this;
That by creating all of these “little messiahs”
That they were not like their daddy “J.C.”
And never would be
But only selfish little bastards of humanity
Pretending to be, all pretty, good looking
Half people, the elite more concerned with
Status, money, partying and fame
Than with the concept of love
Or real love, at all.
With all of their different varying degrees of
Various “”super-Christ” powers but named appropriately
After all of the pantheon of the Greek gods, the most powerful
Of the kids a little boy who became a man named “Apollo”
Yes, Apollo who could take out an entire army casually with only the single
Wave of his hand, and turn all their bodies slowly into dust
As the soldiers would watch in horror, and scream.
So what did you expect?! What were all you stupid bastards thinking when
They didn’t turnout to be saints? When you fucked with the sacred
And caused the world its own death.
As future boy & his click of cronies
All now 35 are all already secretly entrenched,
In governments, politics & commerce
Around the planet.
It all happened
A sunspot, solar flare
That knocked out all of
Around the world.
Three days of darkness
Lootings and killings, rape
And the neighbors shooting each other
Down the block.
As millions suddenly vanished
Without a trace.
All the satellites and all the technology “Gone”
When suddenly after 3 days of night
All the power & light’s came back up & the sun returned in
The sky. As all the people of the world rejoiced
And were just thankful
To be alive.
As the word that in all of the turmoil
All of our beloved leaders
Were all dead,
Killed by mobs
In the confusion.
And that’s when they moved in
Who created false miracles
And who fixed and saved the earth.
Stopped starvation & healed all of the sick & dying,
Ending famine and disease
With a magic wand.
As they finally all revealed themselves
With the wonderful catch phrase
“ We have been sent by God, our father, and we are here to help”
And as all of us just mere humans
So fucked up & desperate just said “Thank you”
And never looked for the truth.
So meet Apollo, our new world leader
And his staff of 10 bretheren,
Running 10 countries under 1 mass government
From what used to be the UN.
No one poor
No one starving
No one hungry
Wealth except for the fact
That we all had little microchips
Implanted into our fucking heads,
The mark … of the beast.
The chips when studied under a microscope revealed the
Circuitry resembling three 6’s
In a row
In concern for our own welfare
The world now happy
Our lives all beautiful and fine
Until the mini-brat gods
One day decided that the power
To just rule & conquer
Wasn’t … enough,
Wanting to be “Gods” and worshipped.
And anyone, any group, any person
Who challenged them
Controlling our lives
Controlling the media
We, never believing that all these loving saints
Or saviors were all really just a bunch of
Drama queens & butchers
Who argued and fought over power.
But all the while
Heaven was watching
And god with all his armies of angels
And got pissed.
And the four horsemen of the apocalypse
Got their asses kicked “Again”
So there’s your story children,
Your fairy tale foretold,
About the future where mankind fucked up themselves
Looking for miracles around every corner
Instead of believing in themselves.
As we, the remaining “spirit men”
Are left here to guide what’s left of humanity
In the right direction
The sword, now the plow
The cost of life, too much to comprehend.
So here was your lesson, your bedtime story,
But like I said in the beginning
And by the way ?
OCCUPY THE WORD
Poetry At The UAG!
On Monday, JANUARY 16th the Saint Poem Reading Series will be holding a special event for all those who have poems they would like to share concerning politics, wall street and the current state of the world and America! Poets & Musicians Welcome!
What do you have to say?
SAINT POEM @ THE UAG, 247 LARK ST. ALBANY.
7.30PM Sign Up, 8PM Start