| GRAVE DANCING Listen Time howling Withering Time Dreaming Time Sleeping Where we dance Upon our Night’s desires Until the end Of days DARKLANDS “Ashes to ashes we all fall down holy is the machine” Into this world We come & go Descend Into history Or madness Or love A longing Hate With A vengeance So into the Journey The voyage The abyss We go Searching For something Greater than Ourselves Perhaps A faith A truth A religion Or heroes lost But in the dark The darklands There are no Gods No beauty No voices Muses Or inspiration There is only Fame & money Politics & wealth Control War Devastation Where your Existence Means Nothing But there Is a magick A force greater Than all this Called Truth That is More powerful Than any Darkness Any monarch Or any God Within you FUCKING SUGAR There are times That living downtown Walking down streets At night when you hate The noise, the traffic The world as you experience Mankind at it’s finest Going down the shitter The fat lady Screams on her Speaker phone at Her man who I imagine In my mind To be a skinny little nervous Chain smoking weasel like creature Who flinches at the Slightest tone of her voice The loud fat lady Is asking him questions That sound more like an Interrogation like where Were you? Where did you go? Did you go grocery shopping Like I told you to? Did you Pick up my sugar? My sugar My sugar? There is an immeasurable Almost an eternity Of silence And then, a meek sound A squeak emits back as The mouse man replies “no” I.. I ….I … forgot it. What?! The fat lady’s voice Goes up ten octaves What!? You stupid fuck Fucking idiot Fucking wasted a trip Out to the store you forgot To get my fucking sugar?! You forgot To get my fucking sugar?! You stupid you stupid Fucking asshole my Fucking Sugar Fuck FuckFuck I’ll get my fucking Sugar myself! I’ll get my fucking Sugar myself! I’ll get my fucking Sugar myself! And as I walk By her I smile And shake my Head as she Gives my an ugly Stare from her ugly Eyes & ugly face And then It occurs to Me that no matter What I do, who I Help or save that Humanity Is doomed POLKA WILL NEVER DIE I was born Raised on Johnny Cash And Herb Alpert Became a man Listening to metal Punk & goth But over the Years the darkness Came And all I have is Southern Goth Now & memories Of years, days gone by Nostalgia Oldies music Blairs from the old Radio MotownStill kicking Ass the blues still Screaming truth But Polka Will Never Die Because it is The true music Of Satan Proof There is A hell Used To violently torture The guilty souls Of men Second Only to Square dance Which The devil Created Himself BENEATH THIS BODY You arise awake Early in the morning The sun Its light Rises Upon the Forests The cities The beach Upon Your face We Become Motion into Moment Distant thoughts In our minds Telling us That something Is not right But wrong This life This world This song Trapped Within a self A world of Our own Making Our voices Suppressed Our hearts Denied But we go on Ignore the Impulse to Run Escape from The cages of Reality Reckoning But beneath This flesh this Exterior this body The spirit still Breathes the Voice still exists The soul that Merely waits For you to Find it the Poem that waits For you to Write it the Heart that Tells you to Find your true Self For Beneath this Body there Are no cages No restraints No laws Only sanctuary Only refuge Only words The light Through the Window Of the prison Wall AUTHOR’S BIO: R.M. Engelhardt is an American Poet and Writer who is the author of several books over the last two decades including Coffee Ass Blues & Other Poems, The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems of R.M. Engelhardt, The Resurrection Waltz and others. His work has also been published by such journals as Retort, Red Fez, Rusty Truck, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Thunder Sandwich, Fashion For Collapse, 2nd Avenue, The Angry Poet, Winedrunk Sidewalk, Full of Crow, The Outlaw Poetry Network, The Rye Whiskey Review & in many others. His new book of poetry is entitled ” Dark Lands” published by Whiskey City Press, 2019. www.gentlemanoutsider.com https://www.pw.org/directory/writers/rm_engelhardt |
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