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I keep a few sites around the web, aside from places that just have a piece or two of my work. These include:

My original blog, the City of Legends
www.cityoflegends.com

My pure poetry blog (with hundreds of works), Amomancer:
amomancer.blogspot.com

My primary showcase site, with my works, expressed with the art and photography of many DA regulars, williamfdevault.com:
www.williamfdevault.com

Yes, I am a Twit! Twitter me
williamfdevault

And I am on FaceBook:
WilliamFDeVault (of course)

And, you can find recordings of many of my works on blip.fm...

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NSFW!  The photography and video edits are by her...and most if not all of the pictures are of her, but she whipped this up in response to a recording I'd made of my poem "God's Care"...My thanks to my friend, known here on DA as LadyMartist:

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cross of cards

a cross of cards regards
and speaks in pantomime
the colours fade unmade
by memory and time

the shadows dance askance
suspicious of your whim
indifference suspense
illusions gone to grim

there’s no dharma karma
kisses in the distance
your path of least persistence.


mango

like a mango
my heart is not a freestone
and you will find it complicated
to feed
to fill your need
but I bleed ambrosia and magic
in ink and photons


Poitiers

there is an intimacy beyond the mere intersecting flesh.
but no one is ready for it.  steady enough we bravado our ways
through our days for the sullen nights in languages preverbal
and conveniently hardwired from the ancient brain.
you were a lousy lover, as liars always are, too far from the truth
to be able to transmit the synesthetic delight on the oversight.
the only person I lie to is myself, not wanting to have wasted
the years and faux passions like a hungry man eating dirt
when that is all he finds at the bottom of the pit he is chained in
by his own expectations and insurrections against the beauty of life.


expatriate

exile and the inclusive banishment
vanishment behind a cloud of magician’s prestidigitation
and the puff of smoke and fire
like a bullwhip made of dreams and broken glass
invocation.  coronation.  theocricide.


Tempered glass that passes for the lens of the eye of God

I do not recall in perfect clarity the taste of a woman’s lips.
the currency of seduction.  the toll into the palace of Aphrodite.
for I have lived my appropriate years in the desert where slips
the shards of self-delusion out, away and the darkness so bright we
conceal ourselves that we cannot burn away to the crust
we have folded within to guard and ward as we conceal
the resplendent truth that is evident by the ashes and dust
that coat our feet and fingertips as we crawl to the well to kneel
in confession to the love gods of forgotten religions, with my psalter.
praying they will forgive us, for that is their principle of redemption,
that everyone deserves a second chance to dance before the altar
and proclaim their faith in tongues of flame and the fool’s exemption.
love is too feeble a word for the transcendence of pyre and desire
I have seen through the eyes of stained glass and fire.


idolatry

the argent sergeant gave the order
and we followed in our line
over the cliff
for no purpose
other than evidence of faith


ripping the stitches

don’t move too soon, too much, or you’ll tear the wound
open again
and again
sedentary goes from temporary to the way of the nosferatu
just slowly
but inexorably


William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.
NSFW!  The photography and video edits are by her...and most if not all of the pictures are of her, but she whipped this up in response to a recording I'd made of my poem "God's Care"...My thanks to my friend, known here on DA as LadyMartist:

I want to hold you, to comfort you,
like a father to a frightened child
when then wind blows too fierce
and the night lingers too long.

I want to sing to you, in common words,
that lift your heart and feed your dreams,
when the world is stupid and uncaring
that you are in it, to make it more perfect.

I want to stay with you, wherever you are,
and wake to the sound of your breathing,
watch the way you fill the room with light
share with you the sound of my heartbeat.

I want to lay with you, every night,
and allow you to drift to dreams in pleasure,
your every need fulfilled in lover's joy
at peace with who you are and who you are to me.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
planted in holy soil, toil to the tempest,
best of the wrested slices of time, prime
moments in the indifferent counting of instants.
intricate runes written in the air to dare breath
to freeze and fall, shattering on the stones
when our warm feet find cool solace in the night.

I have read the prophecies, seen the tapestries
and caught the disease of ennui.  on we march,
slower and our shoulders lower under our burdens,
burnt and bitter as little as possible, but even pig iron
runs in the core of stars running red and rosary rogue.
the heat is sweet but defeated we are by our hungers.

somatic components of a very complicated weave.
believing in something by second hand evidence.
present tense and the tension winds the bindings
until we are captured in the webworks of whims
both surrendered to and pretended to have seen,
the light delights us when we fear the dark.

from the backstab to the cold slab the distance
is in the insistence in making utility of the futility.
a very beautiful woman once kissed me, then twisted me
until I wad rained and stained with my own faith,
wraith of a ghost hosted in a virtual promise forgotten
when it was no longer a convenient concept.


William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.
flesh woven together in intricate confessions.

fingertip ministrations.  
words in arcane, ancient languages
that lovers shared
before there were words or languages
other than the cadence of breath
speaking in tongues
and hands reaching
for an uncommon commonality

I dream this with you
even when awake

the dances we improvise
rather than repeat the lies
of pas de deux past
new and urgent urges
purging our pretense
purgatorial passions


William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.

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William F. DeVault
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United States
I'm a poet. Ronin for now, making my way in the world. I don't write poetry. I don't do poetry. I coexist with it, some have even suggested I am poetry.

I can live with that. I have to. Because it is true. And that is what poetry is: Truth.

Favourite genre of music?
---Experimental rock
Favourite photographer:
---Mariya Andriichuk (LadyMartist)
Favourite writer (and editor):
---So many, so many
Favourite style of art:
---Surrealist, hyper-realism
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---Soft, warm, ready to explore and share.
Favourite cartoon character:
---Daffy Duck
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VMPSelene Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2017  Professional Photographer
hello from Poland <3 
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williamfdevault Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2017  Professional Writer
I hope you are well and strong and your work flourishes.  Some remarkable work, my lovely friend.  :blackrose:
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Raining-Insanity Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2016  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you!! :D
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Thanks for joining our group! :D
May we be graced by your presence for a long time :meow:

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MMoreland Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2016  Student Photographer
Thanks for the watch!
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williamfdevault Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2016  Professional Writer
You are welcome!
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday :heart:
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williamfdevault Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2016  Professional Writer
Thank you.  Thank you very much.  :blackrose:
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome, dear. I hope you had a beautiful day :heart:
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Happy birthday! :cake: :)
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