THE SUMMER IS OVER

 

 

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The first song

Is innocence.

 

The last song

Is dirt.

 

And the summer

Is now gone along with

The heart and the flesh,

From diseases known & unknown

Which constantly

Remind us that

If we are anything

We are flawed.

 

 

Human in the eyes to be inhuman

Noble to all our fellow creatures

Except our fellow man,

Woman or child, reporter

 

 

“Or God”

 

And when I was a kid

Isis was a superhero on television,

A Goddess who fought for truth & justice

That now the pathetic

Have now turned

Into a bitch

 

 

And the open light

Is now once again

Vanishing from

Our very souls

 

Yes, the summer is over

The summer is gone

 

But in the end of all ends

It is the light that depends

Upon you no matter

How dark it gets

 

Keep fighting.

 

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~ R.M. Engelhardt

    08.29.14

Last Year’s Words

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”
T.S. Eliot

2014

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“[But the man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out.] He will be wiser but less cocksure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable Mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.”

~ Aldous Huxley, from The Doors of Perception