“Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero
and aims to rule the world with force and by torture.
Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own
and no other culture but its own.
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed.
Pity the nation — oh, pity the people who allow their rights to erode
and their freedoms to be washed away.
My country, tears of thee, sweet land of liberty.”
― Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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Communications From Elsewhere
In mind, place & sound
Mona Lisa in overdrive
Nearer to the ground
Hiding behind a gaze
In any time
Or place or even
Upon my wall.
R.M. Engelhardt 2011
For our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms…
IN SEASONS OF
In seasons of
In her language
A gracious chance which I have received
All others removed
in her light
With lovely face upon me
therefore towards love,
Longing has come upon me
And a neck, beauty whiter
than any maiden seen.
Wooing in morning
worn out from waking
Alive as in action. Happy-
Oh heart, oh love
Do not deprive me
For I have been worrying long since,
Endured for a time
Fairest beneath her clothing
A song of us
By the lark
And the mourning doves
Where time is patient
And our patience time
R.M. Engelhardt 2011
And Thus Summon
All Gods … And Words
Obsolete (They Return)
Creation. Soul. Dimension. Time.
AWAKEN “The Dead”
Sound~ECHO Of Crashing Waves Entities
Dying Against All Flesh Bleeding, Bled
As the Smoke Of Her Cigarettes, Her Smell
& The Image Of Her Body All Still Linger,
Like A Poem, Perfume Instilled
Unto That One Perfect Dream
Soar In & Thru
Eternity, A Song
Of Beauty Beneath & Hidden
To Wish To Pray
To Become & Believe
In Some Vacant Thought
R.M. ENGELHARDT 2011