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elegy for NedaNeda even as your blood runs warm your life nourishes the prayers of every woman and man seeking truth seeking peace and the freedom sworn in this world and the next by old men who have lost their way and play God while God weeps for your pain Neda you cried and died for your country not for the lies of those who think death ends anything but the opening chords to a lush opera that they cannot hush with the truncheons and tear gas that pass for the facade of an argument already lost by those who will not serve the people Neda the world will lelegy for Neda


don't be afraid...fear is within me. not in the shadows I used to think were just waiting for me to look away to snatch me up and swallow me whole like my heart does, sometimes. I am my own question mark. I am my own nay-sayer. I should no better than to doubt because I have been here the whole time and seen what I have survived and triumphed over with a laugh and a smile and a roar of victory. fear is within me. that I might best control it.don't be afraid...
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
| I'm a poet. Well-regarded, depending on which publisher, editor or cuckolded husband you ask. 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. |
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-strangle me up inside of you-
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God envies the poets.
Thank you..
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To my Muse, North of the Big Sky.
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im going to rain on you're parade
Thank you.
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