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as it been so long since last I slapped my palm
flat against the Earth
to measure the effort required
to spin it out of orbit and crack the sun?
most likely. there are lovers who were unborn
when last I wore that tapestry
as a sacrificial robe.
I taste the stale copper of dried, ancient blood.
when did the poets give up the magic?
when did we leave the weaving to fingers
neither nimble or quick
that stick themselves and call it purging surgery?
we are more than blood, more than the resin
left by drying intimate fluids, crude druids
think that resurrecting ancient faiths
is the same as making new discoveries.
this is the faith of David the King. the cithara
of Cicero and of Homer. souls sliced
instead of priced for whatever the crowd throws
as the cock crows and we take pride in denial.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
flat against the Earth
to measure the effort required
to spin it out of orbit and crack the sun?
most likely. there are lovers who were unborn
when last I wore that tapestry
as a sacrificial robe.
I taste the stale copper of dried, ancient blood.
when did the poets give up the magic?
when did we leave the weaving to fingers
neither nimble or quick
that stick themselves and call it purging surgery?
we are more than blood, more than the resin
left by drying intimate fluids, crude druids
think that resurrecting ancient faiths
is the same as making new discoveries.
this is the faith of David the King. the cithara
of Cicero and of Homer. souls sliced
instead of priced for whatever the crowd throws
as the cock crows and we take pride in denial.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Literature
Dear Mother
Dear Mother
I would like to tell you
That you’re the greatest mom in the world.
You tell me
To ignore what other people say.
You tell me
I’m the greatest daughter in the world.
I would like to tell you
You’re the support beam in my life.
So during our next encounter
I’ll make you breakfast in bed
And I’ll clean my room just for you
So that you can relax without worries
Because I love you.
Literature
To my dearest friend -Song idea
Where have you been hurt
Where are all your scars
I'd like to thank the person who helped you get this far
Please give this to your smile
I haven't seen it in a while
"I miss you so much it could become criminal"
Are you locked in a case
Or trapped in a box
Or went nowhere and just got lost
I want to know where you are
To help you if I can
Because lately you've been doing things I can't understand
I don't want to cry
You already are
A cry with tears that will never fall
Who are you now
What happened to who you were
This change was so subtle I feel disturbed
If you don't think you can be helped
If you know you can't get out
Know that I a
Literature
My Romantic Song Lyrics
The night as the moon shines down below,
if only you were there
the leaves blow in the air
a heart that loves like so
a pathway be, let it be
a pathway to your soul
And let me sing you a lullaby
sweet my dear in your dreams
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I am currently purging my emotional buffers in preparation for a major effort. Many faded muses are now without home and haven.
I am currently purging my emotional buffers in preparation for a major effort. Many faded muses are now without home and haven.
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Ah. This resonates within me.
Question: did you mean the fist word to be 'has'?
Question: did you mean the fist word to be 'has'?