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Of Dogs & Angels …

“dogs and angels are not

very far apart”

~ Charles Bukowski

 

Write …

 

 

Follow inspiration, not popularity.

Write from the soul, not for the world.

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

P U R P O S E

 

 

Among saints & sinners,

Good & evil

God & Satan

Nothing matters.

Among books filled with

Words, conformed and

Pressed into a small child’s

Mind

 

Nothing matters.

Among the shadows,

Self-esteem cut down by

Authority and the egos of

Those who have murdered and

Buried their dreams

Nothing matters.

Among the opinions & speculations,

Expectations ten long years after

Who is the failure and what

Is contentment

Nothing matters.

Among the critics and

The sad petty levelers

The damned & the damning

Nothing matters.

Among the forgotten,

The wild actions of a

Once uncaring, unconscious youth

Nothing matters.

Among the depressed, the once

Suicidal who couldn’t

Find his place in reality’s schemes

Nothing matters.

Among the conquests,

Among the losses & unreal lovers,

The young women made love to and the

False makeup queens soul-fucking in the

Aftermath of ruins & chaos and the

Human heart

Nothing matters.

And among the love given and

Taken, created & destroyed,

Possessed and disowned

Nothing matters.

For these words … are my religion,

This voice … is my church,

This poetry … is my existence

And nothing else matters.

 

R.M. Engelhardt   

 

Michael & Other Poems

 

 

 

 

Poems From  2nd Avenue Poetry …

THE DAY GOD BECAME POPULAR

We were hanging out drinking a few shots with

that asshole Metastopholies.

He (as usual) was trying to boug a few drinks, and (as

usual) we..ignored him. At work as usual it was one

long fucking day. I was stuck putting up the sequoias

and disagreed; God liked red, I..liked black. And

somehow the boss (I won’t use her real name) told us

that our work was getting “sloppy’. Too many species,

she said, too many ferns, something like that. You are

always spending way too much time arguing and I’ll

have to let one of you go, the temporal mental bitch

said. “Fine!” I said, “I quit!” Buddha, Muhammad and a

few others were already gone and had decided to start

their own companies. And me, well I was just tired of

all of the insipid & corporate shit where the motto

was “Heaven… we care”. And this action left God whom I

always thought to be a pretty decent kid in general,

to run the factory. And for awhile we kept in touch.

“How’s it goin?” I’d ask and he’d say “Great, but I’m

really busy” “We’ll get together for a beer sometime,

ok?” Ok. But more & more the silence increased. Never

a reply back, never a how are you and never a word through the

psychic dimensional thought. Eventually I found out

that God had taken over and that he had been bumped

up. It figures…I thought. He always was more of the

corporate type than me.

Its been awhile now and I haven’t heard from him in a

few eons. I heard that he never really recovered from

that incident with his kid. Stay away from beautiful

women, we told him, stop trying to be a hero. But he,

never listened and almost…lost everything. Recently I

transformed myself into a man and I caught a glimpse

of him in a bar in NY City. Timothy McVey had just

blown up the federal building with children in it and

God was sitting drunk on a bar stool drinking red

wine. He was really fucked up and he had aged

something awful. “Bartender! Give me another fucking

glass!” he said. They kicked him out and he

disappeared stumbling into the night. I was saddened.

The firm is going under and he’s losing control, other

power hungry kids are creating technology & spirit

advances. God’s becoming an antique, but I know he

won’t retire. Me, well don’t worry about me. I’ll be

fine. These days I’m living as a cat owned by a girl

going thru a tough time. I know where I’m needed. And

even though no one remembers all of the work that I’ve

done its alright. The cycles of the universe go on

because love, redemption and faith never stop and

never die.

Oh and by the way, do you like coffee? Good…that was

MY idea!

__________________

R.M. ENGELHARDT

Sound Wisdom

Sound Wisdom 

The Universe

Sundays …

Sunday. The rain falling and the quiet solitude rushing in. Seems like a good day to not ponder many of life’s meaningless questions but simply to relax, light up a cigarette and to continue dreaming … dreaming … dreaming

~ R.M. ENGELHARDT

Don’t use the phone. People are never ready to answ...

 

 

Don’t use the phone. People are never ready to answer it.

Use poetry


 ~ Kerouac