Tuesday, 4 May 2021

Five Poems by R M. Engelhardt


 

GOD KILLER

 

DEAD ARE ALL THE GODS:

NOW DO WE DESIRE THE OVERMAN TO LIVE.'

 

~ Thus Spoke Zarathustra

 Part I, Section XXII,3

 

Give me

The sword

So that I

May find and

Strike down

All your false

Deities, your 

Ridiculous tales of

A Christian God

That was made 

Up long centuries ago

By weak &

Frightened men

 

And the name of

That sword is

Truth

 

It's time

To rid ourselves

Of these useless 

Children's stories

 

And create 

The birth of

New ones to

Make a better

More peaceful

 

World

 

 

FUCKING GHOSTS

 

Sometimes

 

Memory      

                     Time

Will betray you

 

 

You awake

From a dream

 

To find yourself

Alone even if

You are not

 

Years have

Passed like the

Ashes in their

Wake 

 

And you are just

Another old man

Feeling & remembering 

It all

 

As love

 

 

I AM

 

I am just the messenger in a world

of unbelief

I am a transgressor of the law

In this time of legalized lawlessness

& disbelief . 

 

I am the word & the word is dead

 

I am the truth and the truth has

been hidden.

 

I am the writing, erased from the wall

 

I am the alchemist

The sage lost in an unconscious world

 

I am

I am

I am

 

Still

 

The words &

The nothing

 

At all

 

 

ARDANES

 

Note:

 

The laws

Rules of 

Magic simply

Don't exist

Unless you 

Offer the Gods

Free cookies

 

And if they

Want more 

Cookies then

They're demons

 

 

THE PROPHETS OF DOOM

 

Every new 

Prophet of doom

Sits in their 

Lawn chair 

Contemplating 

Too soon the

Demise of me

& The demise 

Of you as they drink

Another lite beer

 

Are we all 

Just pessimists

Now ? Soothsayers

And depressed 

Ventriloquists giving

The consciousness a voice?

Trembling at the 

Very mention of 

Love, peace or 

Soul masquerading

As human beings

Wearing a frown

And too much 

Black?

 

Dystopia

Sounds too

Cool for words

 

And the prophets

Of doom are

Now all once 

Again bored

 

Spring is here





R.M. Engelhardt is a poet, writer & author who's work over the last 25 years has been published in such journals as Thunder Sandwich, Full of Crow, Rusty Truck, Writers’ Resist, Dry Land Lit, Rye Whiskey Review, Hobo Camp Review & many others. He currently lives & writes in Upstate NY and his new books of poetry are entitled "DarkLands" (Published By Whiskey City Press 2019) & "Where There Is No Vision, Poems 2020"  (DeadMansPressInk)

 

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