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	Jock Engelman
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Jock Engelman, 13 march 2012

Running Rampart Rat Race

Within the urge, continues to build on;
Separate from a place, I truely belong;
Away from the trees, streams and animals;
I wish to hide from, the husle and busle;
I wish to hide from, the turns and tusles;
Tired of running, in this rampart rat race;

The blaze of fire, over the velvet black;
Chirping sounds of song birds, reach my rucksack;
The scents of pollenation, treat my senses;
In my minds eye, back to the bush I go;
Where there's no power, from connections or dough;
It is programmed into my D.N.A;

Darn! Back to the smokey, noisy, city;
Just a single person, so itty-bitty;
Long to live in the wild, with the serenity;
Wish to sleep, with the beauty of nature;
With the stars, butterflys, and all creatures;
Where I belong, feeling wholy content;

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Jock Engelman, 13 march 2012

The Triumph Saint

I'm soaring, it's roaring, no longer boring;
I'm laughing, it's flying, no longer crying;
No longer captive, I'm smiling, it's freedom;
I'm crazy, it's hazy, no longer angry;
I'm blooming, it's fumming, no longer grooming;
No longer destined, I'm unread, it's unsaid.

(p.s. if anyone wants to know what a triumph saint can look like, it is here at this link: http://motorivista.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/triumph-saint-motorbikes-422x281.jpg )

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Jock Engelman, 26 february 2012

Flames and Ashes

Well hello there summer’s breeze, I’ve missed you;
Oh there’s Mister Sun, so he’s your friend too;
Missed the way you pair tantalise my senses;
In your absence I’ve only seen Mister Grim;
Possessor of dead souls, yeah that’s him;
Last saw his friendly wave, and terror smile;

Well Mister Sun, please dry my silvery tears;
And ward away my deepest, darkest fears;
As I spread ashes of my once closest friend;
See Mister Breeze, taking him away slowly;
Spin as freeform, and ever so lightly;
Feeling I’ll bleed to death from the pain of this;

I know you didn’t want to become powder;
But I can’t scream “Sorry”, any louder;
Deep within, I feel my heart just cracking;
Soul dissolves, like your ashes in the sea;
Alone, as far as the eye can see;
Crashing of waves, impossible to hear;

Burning scent, of the gusting ocean air;
Watch you blow and float, all the way out there;
Mister Sun, scurries back behind the clouds;
And as Mister Breeze departs, so does all comfort;
Now everything, has reach finish and sort;
Left solitary, with my broken heart;

Thinking of the duality, of life and more;
From death grows life, and the other way for sure;
I ponder, should I jump and join him now;
So Bro, I just wanted you to know;
In heart you’ll reside, each year I’ll show;
How much I miss you, on your Burning Day;

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Jock Engelman, 22 january 2012

Until the Day

My eyes filled up with tears as I heard the news
It never occurred to me, how much I could lose
I find myself wishing that it wasn't real
Every time I think about it, pain is all I can feel
Tears fall from my eyes, I can barely see
But my heart tells me that he'll always be with me
I’m glad he feels no pain now-he lives in a perfect land
I can still feel the soft touch on my shoulder of his loving hand
I lie in bed and cry at night
And I don’t feel any better in the morning light
And I will love and miss him forever
Until the day we are again together.
Together in that perfect place above,
Filled with caring, sharing and love
But until that day comes- I will wipe my tears away.
And hopefully see him again someday

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Jock Engelman, 2 april 2012

Plant, Grow, Die, Plant

Seeds Planted in our first interaction;
Seeds of new emotion and affection;
Were placed deep within my chest cavity;
A new source of poetic inspiration;
Hidden in my heart of dissociation;
Just like an unknown time-bomb of beauty;

It blossoms, my heart stolen in your possession;
For once it's not just manipulation;
Flowering into a bed of roses;
This was going to be a dedication;
Of my admiration and affection;
But it all went wrong before I could finish;

I thought you could repair the damaged section;
To re-animate my self appreciation;
The blossomed roses begin to wilter;
Petals black with discolouration;
But for one I perform a resurrection;
To remind myself why I cannot love;

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Jock Engelman, 1 january 2012

Whats Wrong With Society?

I am fat and you are thin
I work hard but you dont
I am nice and you are mean
I am alone and you’re not
I am Hated but you are Loved
Can you see the pattern?
I think that it is a problem
But you feel no concern…

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Jock Engelman, 5 january 2012

A Thousand Fair Suitors

A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart
Those poets of movement and jockeys of art
The high-volume vendors who hustle romance
Splashing their canvas with color and dance

The blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurled
They offer lush gardens in glistening worlds
Yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone
Who whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones
And there in your doorway, no shadow is cast
No lingering voices, no ghosts from the past
Just a cluster of walls, and a window of pain
Collecting the heartache like droplets of rain
Still I stand before you, with palms to the sky
No gold in my pocket, no thorn in my side
And all I can offer, where words have no place
Is a body that trembles, and this love that awaits

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Jock Engelman, 21 march 2012

The Butterfly (Don't Die My Butterfly)

With wings that seem to sparkle like the night sky;
Who's purpose seems to be float, glide and fly;
It tears my heart to know you are so rare;
Or that in adulthood you go unnoticed;
With technicolour wings of the dearest;
For you life is full of beauty and simplicity.

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Jock Engelman, 20 march 2012

Instant Opinons Of The Upper Class (The Judged, Judging the Judge)

As you stare with your cold grey eyes you judge;
I know your instant opinon won't budge;
Your lined and sagged face hide what's within;
Make up covered nostrils all raised and flared;
My ears bleed from sounds of your false laugh shared;
Cringing as the high pitch pierces my ears;

Don't whine your the ones who raised all of us;
T'was jus a smack you say, what is the fuss;
Plain amazing how you can still think this;
While I can smell your expensive coffee;
You sip it with plain disregard for money;
A lack of empathy for all in poverty;

I know, go on, send me to the gallows;
Upper class? Can you really be this shallow;
Alone I see how you are so alouf;
Skin, Body and Hair art doesn't mean we Sin;
We bleed blood, we bleed emotions, we bleed kin;
And yet, here I sit, judging you myself;

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Jock Engelman, 28 december 2011

Rest of My Days

To all I have lost;
To all I have gained;
To all I Now miss;
To all I now love;
To all Who I have lost;
To all Who I have gained;
To all Who I now miss;
To all Who I now love;
To Sara Pipar;
To Nathan Greenerway;
To Carl Pace;
To Sean Jamerson;
Most of you were lost;
Just this past year;
I write this poem;
Just to show;
That you all will be in my heart;
For the rest of my days;

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Other poems: Plant, Grow, Die, Plant, Sigh Sky Sigh, The Butterfly (Don't Die My Butterfly), Instant Opinons Of The Upper Class (The Judged, Judging the Judge), Running Rampart Rat Race, The Triumph Saint, Look! Look! Gone! Gone!, Flames and Ashes, Skin Deep, A Silvery Lullaby Potion, An Average Perspective On A Microcosm, Poetic Disappointment, A New Perspective Of An Old World, Tears Tears Tears and Many More Tears, I want to hear Goodbye, When I look Into Your Eyes, Its My Fault, My Fault, Until the Day, About Love, I Wonder, Tears, Stories Of Our Lives, A Thousand Fair Suitors, my daily routine… is there something wrong?, How can i fill the void?, is it the Dark I fear or the Unknown?, Bully, bully go away… make me cry again another day, The Fate of Hate, can only be Hate, Whats Wrong With Society?, Suicide, The Eternal Internal Struggle, Innocence, k3y to saving th3 brok3n h3art; is surviving!, The Final Farewell, Rest of My Days,

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Running Rampart Rat Race

The Triumph Saint

Flames and Ashes

Until the Day

Plant, Grow, Die, Plant

Whats Wrong With Society?

A Thousand Fair Suitors

The Butterfly (Don't Die My Butterfly)

Instant Opinons Of The Upper Class (The Judged, Judging the Judge)

Rest of My Days

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