NO MORE

NO MORE
11.14.2015

 

I will be silent

I shall not speak of death
I shall not speak of these things
Anymore

For when I was a young man
I believed in peace

Before towers fell
And soldiers died
And after blood
And the media
Monsters
Vultures

Took the place
Of lives
Of hopes
Of words

Before
The scythe &
The sword
Became mightier
Than love
Or the pen

In the days when
I used to write
Sonnets, songs
Poems

No

I shall remain silent
I shall no longer
Speak of these things
These dreams
Peace

Anymore

No more

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.

 

__________________

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

    08.29.14