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        By R.M. Engelhardt 
         
       
      Midnight. Domestic violence and hip hop shaking the 
        windows free of sleep. 
        Disturbed creatures laughing & singing in the 
        hallways with the echoes of drunken stupidity. 
        Jack's old angels don't come here anymore, barren of 
        all love and jazz, exulting no happiness or 
        joy but only decay. City televisions blare with 
        overseas casualties, games of hide and go seek with 
        terrorists & madmen manifesting themselves as heroes. But would 
        death answer all of your questions? 
        Wasting all of your days away trying to figure out a 
        reason why? Small minds put politics into 
        everything and steal our most sacred lives over & over 
        again and throughout time, evolution not withstanding. 
        But beyond all this is the quiet serenity of coming 
        into being, a place where they can never touch you, or 
        your dreams. 
      A place called "peace..." 
        
      R.M. Engelhardt 
        currently lives & breathes in Albany, NY where he is the host of "The 
        School of Night" open mic at Valentine's in Albany on the last Tuesday 
        of each month. His work has been published in such journals as www.poetrypoetry.com, 
        nycpoetry.com, Industrial Nation, Metroland, Verve, Sure;the Charles Bukowski 
        Newsletter #10 and many others. He is also the director of www.AlbanyPoets.Org 
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