Russ von Ohlhausen Biography

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.
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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.
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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.
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(A fun little diversion)

I thought I thought a thought,
a thought I thought I thought.
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How I envy the Common Man,

To live in the world that we create.
To drift on the winds with no debate.
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