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

Written By: 
Michael K. Englmann
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. 

  Written By: 

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

Written By: 
Michael K. Englmann
August 29, 2019

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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

Written By: 

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. 

Written By: 
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. 

Written By: 
Michael K. Englmann
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

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

July 29, 2019

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