Russ von Ohlhausen Poems

A rough rain falls on the river running as a
fisher casts over tainted water, and
Black blood burns as the wars are raging and the
soldiers argue who’s hell is hotter.
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I search by envied pond, by light of this blue moon,
Heart fanes to see my nature’s nymph in all full glory’s bloom.
My faerie love once met me here but now has gone away.
I wait to see her once again as blue light fades to grey.
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The art of the word yields little fruit when it's first conceived;
It must take root and grow in passionate minds if ever to be received.
A craft much learned of sadness from this world we’re in,
As we suffer right along until our solemn end.
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(A fun little diversion)

I thought I thought a thought,
a thought I thought I thought.
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How I envy the Common Man,

To live in the world that we create.
To drift on the winds with no debate.
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I melt with the snow on the tops of mountains
I babble with the voice of the humble waters
I sip from the lake on the open plains
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It was late, the air was filled with shadow;
The only sounds I hear, waves of echo.
Playing videos of memories over in my mind,
As if looking for something more I have to find.
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We enter the dance,
my kinsman and I.
We chant with the sacred sounds of the Earth,
we sing the ancient songs of the people.
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In the time before Time, there was the void of nothing that was not known,
for nothing existed to know it.
The Creator was not then the Creator
for nothing was then created.
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I spied in a forest of psychedelic trees,
The figure of a haunted goddess,
Upon which my eyes did seize,
Her bare feet and bare breast,
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