Biography of R.L. Ohlhausen
Russell 'R.L.' Ohlhausen
R.L. Ohlhausen's Works:
Bridges We Cross, Holy Myth, BlueShift, Pathless Land, etc...
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R.L. 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.
Blue Faerie Moon
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.
Lost In Thought
(A fun little diversion) I thought I thought a thought, a thought I thought I thought.
the chaos outside heart encircled i am inside
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
Pillow surrounds my face, Muffles sounds of pain. sounds the heart makes, When there is no you.
Soul rises and awakens From the corners of my being Quivering lips; I kiss you and sounds Of hearts play a song of ancient depths.
Cause of life; Bohemian spirit awoke, I betrayed it. Left to wither, love lost, spirit lost, Need, responsibility invaded, I succumb. Betraying, love, spirit, my self.
A caramel sunrise bursts in my veins, I breathe in my butterfly dawn! Quilted in magnificent rays warmth wakes me. Reaching, almost touching the yellow joy,
Song Of A Shallow Dream
Dream of love, rise to sorrow, Seek another's bed to borrow. Fickle heart fleeing mine, Once to me that love divine.
These days Smoooooth as a chocolate mudslide Bright as a beach on the coast of Spain Easy days.
The morning sees to rise. Gathering behind the hills, light soldiers. Day to blitz the fields on cue. Soon to fall victim, Dreamer of freedoms;
‘Death’ A Whisper, Always comes. Bringing madness
Poets Are Losers
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.
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.
Strange ghosts Earth can’t recognize, in the
fields littered with those who’ve fallen,
I see my cold reflection in their bright eyes.
A worker strains from the line he’s towing and