It is I

It is I 

I fell in love today as I sat quietly, alone.

The air lingered with the essence of cologne 

I put away my phone

Focused on the rhythmic tones

Flowing from this fluttering heart

That lay gracefully in my hands

"It is I", said my heart

"I am yours to own"

Believe in me

And truth you shall be shown

I realized then that there's no greater love

Then the one I already have within me

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SIPHON

SIPHON

Ring around the rosie

A pocket full of poison

Hush hush they all fell down

All is quiet, no more laughter to be found

No more life grows up from polluted ground

The sky is black, the air is ash

Nothing left but human trash

A deadly game of Aunt Sally

Ending in full-blown fatality

 Earth, their wooden dummy

All in the name of hording money

In power and greed did they trust

A world of dismay and disgust

Siphoning blood from beneath Earth's crust

Ring around the rosie

A pocket full of bombs

No more dance, no more songs

Hush hush they all fell down

Mary-go mary-go mary-go round

Head and heart ache forever they'll pound

They lived the dream of self-imposed demise

Surrounded by lick-spiddle toady spies

Hanging on tight as the last human dies

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August 23, 2019

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WHEN ALL OTHER LIGHTS GO OUT

WHEN
ALL OTHER 
LIGHTS GO OUT

I DON'T NEED IT,

I AM HAPPY WITHOUT IT.

I HIGHLY VALUE MY INFINITE WORTH 
AND ABILITY TO BRILLIANTLY SHINE 
WITHIN ALL THINGS AND UPON THEM.

I KNOW THAT MONEY AND ALL MATERIAL THINGS, 
ARE OF LESSER WORTH THAN MYSELF.

MONEY AND THINGS NEED THE LOVE AND THE LIFE THAT COME FROM MY LIGHT, 
IN ORDER TO EXIST.

MY LIGHT DOES NOT NEED 
MONEY OR THINGS TO EXIST.

THE LOVE AND LIFE THAT COME FROM MY LIGHT, BREATH LIVING ENERGY INTO  ALL THINGS.

MATERIAL THINGS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN 
FORMLESS, NAMELESS AND WORTHLESS 
UNTIL MY LIGHT SHINES WITHIN 
AND UPON THEM.

ALL THINGS  RETURN TO TRUE EARTHEN FORM 
WHEN THE LIGHTS THAT SHINE 
UPON AND WITHIN, GO OUT. 

UNTIL THE LIGHT GOES OUT, 
THINGS ARE NOTHING MORE THAN 
ILLUSIONS AND DISTRACTIONS.

THE HUMAN BODY 
IS EMPTY WITHOUT AN INNER LIGHT;

A BRILLIANT FORM OF ENERGY, 
AND OF THE HIGHEST WORTH.

SOULS ARE THAT INNER LIGHT. 

YOU AND I ARE THOSE SOULS.

YOU AND I ARE THE INNER LIGHT 
TO THE BODIES WE BORROW.

OFTEN TIMES, 
SOULS ARE DRAWN TOWARD 
DARKNESS OUT OF CURIOSITY.

THE DARK PLACES OF THE WORLD 
REPRESENT THE BEGINNINGS 
AND THE ENDINGS OF ALL THINGS.

WITHIN DARK PLACES 
EXIST MANY TEMPTATION. 

THE SOUL THAT DOES NOT KNOW ITS OWN WORTH, 
WILL LOSE ITS WAY IN THE DARKNESS 
FEELING OVERWHELMED BY 
THE  ILLUSIONS HIDDEN WITHIN. 
OFTEN, THE SOUL TRADES ITS FREEDOM 
FOR WHAT IT BELIEVES 
TO BE OF HIGHER VALUE THAN ITSELF, 
WHEN IN FACT IT IS NOT.

DEEPER AND DEEPER INTO THE ENDLESS DARKNESS 
A  GLOWING SOUL WILL BLINDLY VENTURE.

THE DEEPER THE SOUL GOES, 
THE WEAKER ITS BRILLIANCE BECOMES.

WHEN ALL OTHER LIGHTS GOES OUT,

THERE IN THE DARKNESS, 
THE SOUL WILL HAVE FORGOTTEN 
ITS OWN WORTH.

NO LONGER HAVING THE BRILLIANCE 
TO RECOGNIZE EVEN ITSELF, 
OR THE MONEY AND THE THINGS 
IT HAD PREVIOUSLY SET ITS LIGHT UPON.

UPSIDE DOWN, INSIDE OUT AND LOST, 
THE SOUL WILL REMAIN, 
UNTIL ANOTHER LIGHT HAPPENS ALONG 
AND SHARES ITS BRILLIANCE 
TO SHINE WITHIN ONCE MORE. 

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Michael K. Englmann

September 22, 2019

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THE hEART THAT SEES

THE HEART THAT SEES

Today I am richer that I was before

From the second I walked out the door

A heart that sees and lungs filled with air

Plenty of gifts the Earth has to share

A feeling of connection to all life abound

It's the simplest things that matter most I found

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I AM THE ARTIST

I AM THE ARTIST

I am the artist that paints my own canvas
Some people struggle and can't understand this
My hearts filled with color from this palette I use
Memorable moments be the brushes I choose
Humility and Kindness is the core of my muse
Layer upon layer through the depths of my sea
Calm placid waters are a true reflection of me

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Michael K. Englmann

August 31, 2019

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Blah-Blah-Blah

Blah-Blah-Blah

My body and mind lavish in brilliant rhythm throughout my being. I am happy they didn't come. Beautiful things are everywhere. I blinked and there it was, begot before my eyes. I reached out and grabbed hold. I opened wide and feel it dance its way inside me. A warm, brightly-lite energy within, now contrasting with the vessel of decay I struggled so long to overcome. I insisted there be no selfies until this dream was done. I said, don't speak a word for it could bring it all back down. Now floating peacefully in my head, blocking out that dreadful sound. Blah-blah, blah-blah-blah, I can't hear a word they say. Blah-blah, blah-blah-blah, please stay away. You're not welcome here no more. I now believe I am never going back to that cold hard floor. Be it real or just a dream, regardless of how I feel, never again my dignity will they steal. I rescued me, I rescued me. I had nothing left to lose. I set myself free. I will forever be whatever I choose. No more sweat pouring from my brow. Nothing will ever stop me now. 

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Michael K. Englmann
August 25, 2019

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THE VIOLET FLAME

THE VIOLET FLAME

The  greatest  gift  that  has   ever  been  bestowed  upon  me 

was the  gift  of  Omni-Awareness  and   the  ability  to  truly 

understand  what it  means  to be  free,  happy  and  fulfilled. 

NOTHING    ELSE     RIVALS    THEIR     IMPORTANCE. 

This epiphany gave me the power  to  manifest  any  thought 

into  physical  reality.  And  even  though  I  can  now  create 

unlimited   abundance   of   whatever   I  choose,  I   prefer  a 

minimalistic existence. I believe I will  always  have  exactly 

what I need at the exact time I need it,  no  matter  what  that 

need may be. My greatest  power  and  wealth  is  the  ability 

     to create balanced thoughts between "ALL" and "NOTHING" 

     because I am  neither  for  or  against  anything,  but  instead 

harmonized with the natural flow of energy. 

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August 03, 2019

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The Black Bird Flies

The Black Bird Flies


No sadness remains

Everything eventually  has to go

And so the black bird flies away

I'm a loser

We are all losers that have lost stuff

Enjoy the moment, for it is, what it is

And remember that, what once was, is no longer

I've never seen a brighter blue spark glowing within

And so, the black bird will return again

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Michael K. Englmann

July 29, 2019

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CONDEM-NATiON

CONDEM-NATION

The tree of life turned upside-down

Past exhumed from depleted ground

Tangled roots perplexing thee

A second chance to be set free

Criticizing this thing anew

To be or not to be untrue

Looking through its silhouette

Trapped inside its choking net

Truth and time crammed in a box

Broken minds and melted clocks

 Front to back forward facing

Fading dreams forever chasing

A place where life can never grow

A restless grave of dreadful foe

So, I stepped the line beyond the brink

Bestowed with light, ......I began to think

I wrote about peculiar things

Like people made of bits of rubber

With hollow bones encased in blubber

Brains and souls were non-existent

Hearts replaced with revving pistons 

Rotting roots that nobody see's

Life dispensed from vending machines

An eternal world of condem-nation

Resurrected dead with sick fixation

Front to back forward facing

Fading dreams forever chasing

A place where life can never grow

A restless grave of dreadful foe

So. I stepped the line beyond the brink

Bestowed with light, ......I began to think

I wrote about peculiar things

Skulls that looked like dripping sieves

Numb to love life freely gives

Upside-down nations with bleeding knees

Hiding in boxes and hording cheese

Rotting roots that nobody see's

Life dispensed from vending machines

An eternal world of condem-nation

Resurrected dead with sick fixation

The tree of life turned upside down

Will it ever grow right side round

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Michael K. Englmann

July 29, 2019

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UGLY

UGLY

The giving sun goes round again

Looking down with great disdain

Eight billion souls pollute the globe

Devolving frontal lobe

Used as tools by political ghouls

Kaboom baboon exploding brain

Pasteurized in cellophane 

The living sun goes round again

Disgusted by the human stain

Rules and codes, mechanized lips

Disconnected fingertips

Tapping screens 

Infiltrating sacred genes

The forgiving sun goes round again

With desire to end their reign

Filthy lucre, dirty deals

Scraping by to get their meals

Playing games, nothing real

There's no cure, they've gone insane

Like Iggy Pop and Kirk Cobain

The livid sun goes round again

Burning down their toxic domain

Blackened Ichor stains their gob

Cursing life and dead-end job

Nothing left but beat up bone

Chugging booze to set their tone

Trapped by thoughts of monochrome

Fortified with cardboard and Styrofoam

Tossing out their soul with the bathwater

Masochistic self-slaughter 

The wise old sun goes round again

Weaving life through every vain

Questions why it gives a damn

Feeding selfish reckless man

Earth's a rancid garbage can

Never ending human waste

Bad mentality sealed their fate

Destroying nature's last defenses

Shutting down her vital senses

Round it goes, the tired sun

Planet Earth is over-run

Systems dyeing  one-by-one

Miracles only do so much

The human race is out of touch

Prayers failed, they've gone too far

Say goodbye to shining star

Outer space they'll have to flee

There's nothing left but Ugly

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Michael K. Englmann

July 09, 2019

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GREED

GREED

Rotten Boxes six feet under

Silenced breath, awakened thunder

Soil dwellers quickly plunder

Flesh and bones disassembled

Human life no longer resembled

Broken Dreams, rusted nails

Dead men never tell no tales

Secrets lost, Muted sound

A hidden world beneath the ground

Superficial Strangers up above,

For his treasure, push and shove

Living souls with sticky fingers,

Meditated greed that fiercely lingers

The living covet tightened-grip,

Perceiving life as an ownership

There's nothing for it they proclaim,

glorifying pain with perpetual gain

There's nothing for it, to be insane

There's nothing for it they proclaim

Freedom that blesses those beneath,

Can bless the living if they release

Then mental pain will quickly cease

Giving sheep will grow new fleece

The power of belief can fill a need

Lead boots sink in an ocean of greed

When one believes, the mind is freed

Bad mentality kills a good seed

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Michael K. Englmann

June 17, 2019

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borROWed iNK

borROWed INk

I borrowed a pen to write this poem.
My question is:
How will I return the ink ?

Maybe the person won't notice that the pen is lighter when I give it back.
Maybe just maybe I could share with them the words I wrote as a way of saying thanks.
This may feed an unseen hunger, giving back a gift far greater than the ink is worth.
I wonder then what words to choose.
Should I share the parts of me that nobody sees ?
Please ! Please ! Please !
Heck No !!!
Trading ink, I do not think, a fair trade to show the inner me for all to see.
But then again, I feel I must let go of this weight I tow.
It been some time since anyone other than myself has been granted inner access.
There was a time I didn't fear a daily dose of shared connection with a significant other.
With age comes wisdom, leading to an understanding that I am not alone.
The words I write represent a single stone that may help build a path that others walk.
And to think, these words were built with a little bit of borrowed ink.

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twentith Day

 Of The 
Fifth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Nineteen

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Embers Of My Heart (Version 02)

Embers Of My Heart

(Version 02)

Beat up and broken, left with half a heart

I dig the claws of my soul

into the cold hard rock that lay before me.

The Gail force winds are polluted

with particles of great loss and suffering,

threatening my existence, by attempting 

to suffocate the last of my will to carry on.

Poisonous words fall like rain, turning to steam,

with intent to extinguish the embers of my heart.

Without warning, the Gail force winds give in

to find someone else to weak to fight. 

Naked and cold, I turn on my back

to face the dark empty space all around me.

As I breath deep, I can feel 

the clean cool air filling my broken body,

I sense healing vibrations 

flowing through the core of my being.

I let out an uncontrollable trembling sigh,

let go, and start to cry.

I see images of angels

through the blurry window of my soul, go by.

I now know I'm not alone, 

and can start to rekindle 

the embers of my heart. 

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

October 18, 2012

Revised February 24, 2019

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Angelic Song (Damage To My Heart Undone) Ver02

Angelic Song

(Damage To My Heart Undone)

(Version Two)

To Christ and Angels, I sincerely pray

For salvation to finally come my way

As I lay in my bed tonight all alone

Crying over the greatest loss I have ever known

Freedom from this deep pain I desperately need

Felt from my wound that continues to bleed

Glowing brightly-blue an Angel appears

Her love and warm embrace are finally here

Her divine presence begins to heal, singing an angelic song

Bursting out brilliant blue light all night long

Her music resonates control over her love spun thread

To the gash in my heart, glowing weave is led

Her elevated vibrations are on high

Drying up the puddles of pain I cried

Thank you, Angel-of-blue, and God's begotten Son

For the damage to my heart now undone

I'll spread your word Christ my Lord

Using my pen as a mighty sword

Written by: Michael Englmann

AKA: BigBang / Blue Sky Ingniter

November 01, 2012

Revised December 06, 2012

Revised February 22, 2019

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A Feather & A Flower

A Feather 
&

A Flower

Drifting astray,

Falling from a sky of grey,

A ruffled feather befriends a lonely flower,

Amidst a summer rain shower.

Upon her open peddles,

He gently settles.

Broken hearts,

Two halves combine.

One life now created.

 Loneliness quickly faded.

A colorful love, freeing their minds.

Inner peace they both will find.

From wind, earth, and drops of dew.

Their friendship inwardly grew.

This is how Verticordia came to be

The Feather-Flower

for all to see

Written by: Michael K. Englmann

On: February 20, 2019

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MICHAEL

MICHAEL

This is me, they call me Michael

I’m not the type that’s suicidal

But Holy shit man Oh My God

People here are fucking flawed

Not to say they lack affordance

Just fuck-a-fied from using substance

I've survived and kept my wit

Staying clear of the Druggist's pit

Left or right I dare not snooze

The God Dam Gov has lite the fuse

Cops and Clerks, out to blame

Nothing ever stays the same

Public Puppets push false claims

Chems' are safe - they have no shame

I choose my thoughts as I see fit

And trash the rest that they trans-mit

Muddy rules constrict my shoes

A game designed for all to lose

Don’t forget my name is Michael

This fucking race is Homicidal

If I stay, I'll lose my grip

Leaders are controlling dicks

Prohibition, Pills, legal weed

Hypocritical Feds forcing creeds

Living here is quite insane

Illusion coursing through their veins

Life is good from where I sit

Staying clear of the Debter's pit

Along the way are blatant clues

Still the fools consume their glues

City life - A Dead-End Grind

Holy crap it blows my mind

Social Delusion a viral fad

Media claims it’s not so bad
Pushers push their opioids

Users fill their empty voids

This is not what life’s about

What the fuck, I just want out

But I’m still here, they call me Michael

Standing strong too end this cycle

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A Kinder Life To Claim The Earth

A
 Kinder life
To Claim The Earth

The mind is poisoned; the soul lambasted.

A perfect creation abused and wasted
Blame-full souls repeating the past
 Instilled with fear -- Their bodies slashed

Something drove them all insane
 Nothing more than death remains
Life like this cannot sustain

 It must return from whence it came

This nameless thing does fear defeat
Control is crumbling beneath its feet
Its final end is soon at hand

First came water -- Flooding land
Bringing death to son and daughter
Now comes Flame -- The final stand
An end to fear -- An end to Slaughter 

 From the ash will bring new birth

A kinder life to claim the earth

Written by: Michael K. Englmann

On: February 10 , 2019

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Wake Now Version 02

Wake Now

Version 02

Can I resist the Temptation to eat
the ripened fruit of my Heart and Soul

Or will I rise beyond the reach of my own outstretched arm,

Freeing myself from self-imposed decomposition

Posed and standing strong am I

Knowing that I'll prevail

Comforted by thoughts of valor

I feel his presents and undying love for me

Late will never be the hour

To feast on my own heart and soul

For there is always room for one more

On his outstretched branches of infinite forgiveness

This place of peace and tranquility

Is always expanding and Omni-present

Existing within us all without reservation

I will wake now from this hypnotic sleep

Take back what is mine

And tend to the garden

Where grows the Tree of Life

That gives freely to all

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Sixth Day

 Of The 
Second Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Nineteen

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Everything Happens For A Reason

Everything Happens For A Reason

Everything happens for a reason

And some of it is not very pleasin

Water falls from the sky in the form of  rain

The wind and the sun seem to do the same

Its always been this way since the day he said let it be

But distorted is the way us human choose to see

Ruler....Judge And Jury

Never a moments peace

Always in a hurry

Wrapping our new born souls in fleece with one hand

Then quickly converting them into beasts with the other

When will this reign of terror end

I hope its just around the bend

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Twenty Second Day

 Of The First Month

In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen

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BENEVOLENCE

BENEVOLENCE

ALL THE WORLD'S' A STAGE
i'VE CHOSEN TO ENGAGE
i PLAY MY ONLY PART
EVERY MOMENT
HAS AN ENDING
EVERY ENDING
HAS A START
i GO HERE
i GO THERE
i REACH INTO MY POCKET
AND PAY MY HUMBLE SHARE
i TASTE THE EARTH
FROM FERTILE SOIL IT GIVETH BIRTH
i FEEL THE SUN
LIGHT AND WARMTH TILL DAY IS DONE
i BREATH THE AIR
A GIFT FOR ALL MANKIND TO SHARE
THE PLAYFUL WIND
THEN SCATTERS SEEDS
SPROUTING LIFE
TO BLESS MY NEEDS
THEN WATER FALLS FROM HIGH ABOVE
OF MANY THINGS i TRULY LOVE

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fouth Day

 Of The 
First Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Nineteen 

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The Death Of Dr. Doctrinaire

THE DEATH OF DR. DOCTRINAIRE 

RED LIGHT FLASHING
HOPE WITHSTANDING
GATEWAY VALVE
WAS OPEN WIDE
PRESSURE GUSHED
THROUGHOUT HIS MIND
WRONGFUL DEEDS
HE HAD CONCEDED
UPON OTHERS
HE HAD TREATED
NOW RELEASED
FROM SELF-ILLUSION
FORWARD FACING
NO CONCLUSION
THERE WAS MUCH
TO BE UNDONE
STILL HIS STORY
WAS UNSUNG
NO MORE DOGMATIC
SELF-IMPOSED INFLICTION
PRAISE THE LONG AWAITED
DEATH AND CONVICTION
OF DR. DOCTRINAIRE
SOON THERE AFTER
PROCEEDED GREAT REPAIR
SPAWNING INNER LAUGHTER
REBIRTH COULD NOT COME TO SOON
FROM HIS PSYCHOLOGICAL MONSOON

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Second Day

 Of The 
First Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Nineteen 

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Selfless Men (Version Two)

Selfless Men
(Version Two)

With blood and tears, the past was stained
Prevailing peace gives hope again
Blessed are we that all can stand
Upon this free and fertile land
Let us give respect in mass
For men of war that have since passed
For all the selfless men that fell
We place our poppies on lapel
Let''s remember with all our hearts
Each beloved man makes up the parts
Of what today our country has become
And pray that waging wars are forever done

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Second Day

Of the 

First Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Nineteen 

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

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