Russ von Ohlhausen
Biography of Russ von Ohlhausen
Russ 'R.L.' von Ohlhausen. Russell (R.L. Ohlhausen) has practiced a mix of Western, traditional & scientific astrology for over 15 years. As a writer and researcher, his work reflects a longtime study of astrological systems, quantum sciences, mathematics, alchemy, astrophysics, religion and mythology—and what they reveal about the nature of human consciousness. His primary astrological focus is on the unification of the current state of 'scientism' with the ancient wisdoms of natural science & philosophy.
Russ von Ohlhausen's Works:
Holy Myth, BlueShift, Pathless Land, etc...
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Russ von Ohlhausen Poems
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.
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.
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
Envy The Common Man
How I envy the Common Man, To live in the world that we create. To drift on the winds with no debate.
A Poem Of My Death
Mouths do honor these lips grown cold, fall On the deaf the words not told. While among living, dare none so bold, Broken hearts, no silence said.
These days Smoooooth as a chocolate mudslide Bright as a beach on the coast of Spain Easy days.
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,
Dance Of The Bohemian Priestess
I spied in a forest of psychedelic trees, The figure of a haunted goddess, Upon which my eyes did seize, Her bare feet and bare breast,
All My Brothers
I walk with my brother the Christian, But I do not believe as he, I am not his Christian brother. I walk with my brother the Jew, Not born to his name, I am not his brother.
Birth Of Peace
no religion will bring it to you no merchant can supply it. no king may decree it. no empire implores it
We enter the dance, my kinsman and I. We chant with the sacred sounds of the Earth, we sing the ancient songs of the people.
Edge Of The Dream: Becoming The Creator
In the time before Time, there was the void of nothing that was not known, for nothing existed to know it. The Creator was not then the Creator for nothing was then created.
A Poem Of My Death
Mouths do honor these lips grown cold, fall
On the deaf the words not told.
While among living, dare none so bold,
Broken hearts, no silence said.
O’ Wait to share, now that I am dead.
Stale breath fades and soul does mend, where
Peace has beginning, and pain an end.
Slumber wakens to become my friend.