No Matter

Miyamoto Musashi

 

No matter how hard you study, if you do not become one with the art you pursue you can never truly be one with the universe and the spirit of the thing itself will always elude you. You must have extraordinary passion, patience, and self discipline to make the journey alone.

 

~ Miyamoto Musashi

LEXIKON

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“Initiate”

 

 

Trans-mute,

Transcend

All “Matter”

 

 

Bring Forth,

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

 

Into VOICE.

 

 

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

 

Of Youth.

 

 

 

Spring.

 

Roar.

 

Snow.

 

Moon.

 

Soar In & Thru

 

Eternity, A Song

Of  Beauty Beneath & Hidden

Between

 

 

“Days”

 

To Wish To Pray

To Become & Believe

 

In Some Vacant Thought

 

Un-Aware

 

Called “Inspiration”

 

 ~ R.M. Engelhardt 2011

 

 

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

It Is Poetry …

“It is poetry that effortlessly moves the heavens and the earth,
awakens the world of invisible spirits to deep feel, softens the relationship between men and women, and consoles the hearts of fierce warriors.”

~ Japanese Poet Ki no Tsurayuki
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JESUS ISN’T HERE

 

So the other day

The witnesses came

And knocked upon my door

 

Both dressed in black suits

And they wanted

“Information”

 

They tried to come in

And they tried to hand me pamphlets

And they tried to make me confess

And they kept asking me this

“Have you found Jesus yet?”

So I told them

That I didn’t know anybody named Jesus

And that I didn’t know who he is or where he lives

And that I don’t know anyone named God

Or anybody named “Peter”  “Paul” or even

A Baptist supposedly named “John”

Let alone some woman named

“Mary”, the Pope or anyone else of

Any importance or of any significance

At all.

All I told them was that

I know this guy who lives

Down the block named “Noah”

Who is always in his backyard working

On his boat.

Both of them then looked at

Each other a little bit puzzled,

But they did not seem to believe

My story. And after saying something

About this guy that they were looking

For being quote “My savior” in an annoyed

And confused manner

Left.

So I closed the door and locked it

And then told Jesus that the coast

Was clear and that it was ok for him

To come out from behind my curtains.

“Whew!” That was close he said.

They almost got me that time!

 

I told him “Listen bro” Your secret’s safe with me.

Cross my heart.

Jesus scratched his beard

And made a peculiar face

“Very Funny” he said “Very Funny”

And with a wave of his hand

Made us some more wine

And we got drunk.
________________
~ R.M.

On Myth …

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“In older myths, the dark road leads downward into the Underworld, where Persephone is carried off by Hades, much against her will, while Ishtar descends of her own accord to beat at the gates of Hell. This road of darkness lies to the West, according to Native American myth, and each of us must travel it at some point in our lives. The western road is one of trials, ordeals, disasters and abrupt life changes — yet a road to be honored, nevertheless, as the road on which wisdom is gained. James Hillman, whose theory of ‘archetypal psychology’ draws extensively on Greco–Roman myth, echoes this belief when he argues that darkness is vital at certain periods of life, questioning our modern tendency to equate mental health with happiness. It is in the Underworld, he reminds us, that seeds germinate and prepare for spring. Myths of descent and rebirth connect the soul’s cycles to those of nature.”

~ Terri Windling

“Chivalry”

If tragedy = permission
If love = desire
How much we could have learned.

If knights could have defeated dragons,
steadfast, strong and true, I would
have been all of these things for you.

But love thee, love thee not,
cancel my thoughts beside the vast
cataclysm of unwanted dreaming.

And here in the dark my existence still
lingers for the spark which you have
ignited once more “abandoned”

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

 

*This entry was posted in Poetry on February 26, 2007 by PoetsHaven.com.

The Theory and Techniques of Surrealist Poetry

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