The Scientist & The Poet …

Scientist - Poet

EINSTEIN: There are two different conceptions about the nature of the universe – the world as a unity dependent on humanity, and the world as reality independent of the human factor.

TAGORE: When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.

You May Find Me There …

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You May Find Me There …

Poems By Steve Kilbey

Listed below are the haunting words of Steve Kilbey. Many are familiar with his lyrics and music, but now, we are given intro to the intricate meanderings of his thoughts in prose. As the Church has always brought us soul-aching music then here we are witness to the darker side of humanity as only Kilbey can portray. There is a shallowness in every soul and a dark recess to every mind. In so few words and in so many words, Kilbey evokes powerful images of haunted and tormented agony, and of the utter irony of it all . To look upon ourselves and others and see the sadness and the joy which dwells in every breast. To feel the madness and to laugh at the hypocrisy of the world. That which we sense every day and ignore, Kilbey brings our world and the world of our subconcious to bearing in his stirring poetry

Poems By Steve Kilbey

Rex Mundi

Who is Rex Mundi?

Rex Mundi is an American comic book published by Image Comics (2003–06) and Dark Horse Comics (2006–09), written by Arvid Nelson and drawn by Argentinian artist Juan Ferreyra. In all, 19 issues were published by Image before the series moved to Dark Horse, where a further 19 were published before the title ended.

The series is a quest for the Holy Grail told as a murder mystery. It is set in the year 1933, in an alternate history Europe, where magic is real, feudalism persisted, and the Protestant Reformation was crushed by a still politically powerful Catholic Church. All of this is woven together as “… a meditation on the prophecies surrounding the advent of the Bahá’í era.”[1] The book takes its name from the Latin term meaning King of the World. It is derived from the Cathar heresies of the Middle Ages, and taken up in works like The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail. Within the Cathar context it seems to have been equated with the Demiurge.

~ From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

http://www.rexmundi.net/main/index.html

R.M. Engelhardt. Writer~Poet-Albany,NY

Where you can find my thoughts & poems…

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www.rmengelhardtpoet.com

http://albanypoetrm.blogspot.com

R.M. Engelhardt. Writer~Poet-Albany,NY

The Poems Of Twenty-Odd Six.

Poe...

Ahhhhhhh… Poetic

Thomas Wolfe and Jack Kerouac
Unicorns, God and the bible
Rimbaud, Venus and Lucifer 
 
All in a dream, and a smoke.
 
Death and the quiet of night
Gunshots romantic and sad
And Tupac, Cobain & Lennon
All sitting in a cafeteria 
 
                              Drinking coffee
                              Reading books
 
                              And discussing them
 
With Poe
 
 
Who nods and says...
 
                                          "Deep"
 
 
 
R.M. Engelhardt 2006


Love In The Mid-West
 

LOVE IN THE MID-WEST

In this dream.

You are a painting by Thomas Hart Benton with luxurious black hair and beautiful pale white skin

Asleep.

An old hillbilly a mid-west aging Pluto attempts to touch you, looks at you from around the corner in awe and sublime wonder and its obvious and plain to see that he is complete and completely in love with you as you lie in a Cinderella-like ecstasy naked in the middle of a rural Kansas field. Persephone he is softly saying, Persephone. But you cannot hear him speak and he cannot bear to take you. into the underground of his place, and his hell. In the back ground there is a wheat thresher and FDRs America, there is a wide open blue & empty sky full of white clouds and depression era beliefs, and you are Beautiful he murmurs Beautiful because Cupid has overtaken him and you have overtaken all his senses and he cannot ever leave.

So in this dream. …. you are a painting

In this dream. you are the spring and the awakening of all ancient wonders and all ancient things, hidden away among the fears and jealousies of all men who cannot see

The very things that makes you beautiful

“You”

R.M. Engelhardt 2006

In The Poetry Supermarket

In The Dysfunctional Poetry Super Market

Oh what fresh
New hell
Is this?
 
 
Looking at the expiration date I
Pick it up and then just as quickly
Put it back upon the shelf,
Leave it for some other poor
Bastard to find.
 
 
Besides, Ive already got a poem
Just like it
 
At home.
 
 
R.M. Engelhardt 2006






Pharaoh 

PHAROAH

So here we go again. I had to bail him out of jail in a place that you probably never heard of near Thebes. You see, back in those days he was kind of like one of your celebrities. The first “bad boy” on the scene before all your Colin Farrell’s & Sean Penn’s, Billy The Kids or Genghis Khans, before the setting sun ever came. Back then bad ass wore a scarab necklace, black eye mascara and a headdress. Fought the 12 snakes and the 12 arrows of the dead and got regularly fucked up like every other weekend. And the last time I saw him we were hanging out at a club called “The Underworld” doing shots with some girls off their navels. I don’t remember the names of the two girls I fucked but I do remember my buddy Set hooking up with some chick from outta town named Kali & immediately they hit it off like they were meant for each other or something and way too much alike. It was like heaven in the 9th sky where the indestructibles liked to hang. It was like climbing the pyramid, a resurrection machine and coming back to life time after time after time. It was a rush, it was a high like no other that you could ever experience. Screw your ecstasy & your science fiction. This was the shit. Long before all of your myths & legends we made your wild nights, necromancers & satanic worshipers look like a Christian book club and a kindergarten class on Halloween. And for awhile, Set & Kali went out on the town and raised hell. Had some fun, caused death, mass destruction and chaos. Broke some hearts and ruined some lives permanently. And then one night, it happened. Kali met some other guy, a local Hindu deity and Set and this boy got into a fight and the night sky blazed with bolts of lightning and thunder. Vedic boy lost and got his ass kicked”dead”. And anyone will tell you that there is nothing more useless than a dead god. Kali freaked and attacked Set and he got arrested by the advanced ones and that’s where I came in. Babysitting the Pharaoh & saving his assagain. So you see? Here we go again. Repeating history and time, repeating all the mistakes of the past. And where’s the lesson you ask? The lesson, is this. Stay away from the angry & insane and all of the vindictive people in this life and step off of the ego trip. Kill the drama and stop killing yourself and get rid of all of your long undead & overdue hate and outgrow your angry adolescence. Because after all, do you think that you’re immortal? A rock star or maybe even a president? Do you think that you’re a pharaoh or a god? Because even after just 100,000 years you like everything else will be forgotten, nothing but dust and sand and a useless footnote between the man-made histories of time. And no one, I say no one will ever give a fucking damn. So what do you want? A gravestone that says that you lived or a legacy that says you’re alive? Or how about just living your life for a change

“Instead”.

R.M. Engelhardt 2006