O God O God Ye Head in the FogI coughed once last September and the pain struck for seven months, singeing the meaning out of every word I spoke --evaporations sulking in my cavernous skull like a loose wind. This was very similar to that. I was bereft, just above the right temple. A wandering soullessness stroked over me like an open palm while consciousness walked in and out like some woman or God. Like waking up and your mother doesn't love you anymore, like walking around with a dead or drunken limb. Naivety was not a flint-like substance. It was leafy and debonair, and probably had no concept of beingO God O God Ye Head in the Fog
Her head dress'd with thoughtHer head dress'd with thought, like uncurling smoke, Or hands shiv'ring 'neath a gown's guilding folds, Such hands! As fierce, or as tender as Gould's Unable to shift the bind of thy yoke. Apollo knows less of barren desire, Striking a chord: on swift bow or sweet lyre. Kneeling t'wards Nature, t'wards laurel and oak Limbs asway, conducting proverbial winds, The Raptures! The Sins! To repent, amend! Ah, this Love! What then, Ferocity spoke Unto the young mind, caught in Rhythm's time, By winged Music! Soars Triumph and Rhyme!Her head dress'd with thought
If she
Poems of Unrest VII - XVVII.Poems of Unrest VII - XV
How many Troys must burn by wretched over Helens pined? How blessed Homer, poet blind
VIII.
Transcendence,
finely tints my blood Grecian sanguinity,
buried in the flood
IX.
A cloud of sawdust and blood
thickens in the morn' Perseus in my arms, being reborn Standing outside in the Seventh Hour storm
X.
Promethean fire, lastly lit Poetic murmurs, forever unwrit
XI.
Ah! Life! if but dreams within dreams... God in his armchair, stitching up the seams &n
Six Poems of UnrestI.Six Poems of Unrest
You whisper'd something to the rain Standing on the water, as holy as a crane Tucked behind, your wingspan, a mere fifty feet wide A deep-burning pair of Virgilian eyes
II.
I vow to retrieve your cry My Night, shapeless and ghost-eyed Feigning Life, in the half-light
III.
O sweet, voiceless breeze Come swift and cool my tea with hands, ever-saintly
IV.
It thunders and howls Wonders and scowls All of God's fears, measured on your brow
V.
Fading seers, plant Life in c
TotentanzYour black disease contracts my vaguest whims, Your plaguing heart I'll rhapsodize in hymns. Though posies in my pocket do me well, I'll tip them out and skip my way to Hell. But as yet unacquainted with decay, The stench of your dead soul keeps me away, Til with allure your piping tunes again Throughout my head, my Hamelin, where I've lain. Of this fermented music I partake; The rats and I are nimble in your wake. Who knew your Dance Macabre would so fast Strike flame upon my lately withered past? Your truant mercy would have seen me drown, But let me burn, 'til asTotentanz
Sonnet XXXIIOnce, in this long and languid life of mine, I felt my heart attempt to ‘scape my chest. I felt delirious, as is with wine; I was at peace as I went to my rest. But Samaël was not the one who came, But your appearance, bathed in holy light. “You must make your unruly heart be tame, And give it to the pleasure of your sight.” And when I woke, I hurried to your hand And gave my heart upon a golden band.Sonnet XXXII
Sonnet XXXI felt as one who poorly reads his lines, And sadly understands them not at all. Yet comprehends through all the telling signs The joyous beauty flowing through the scrawl. So was I when I heard “And I love you,” The clemency of God flowing from your smile: I could not understand your wish for us two To become one; ‘tis true I wept some while For I had thought that I had loved alone… Then that eternal Mercy made itself known.Sonnet XXX
Farm Sanctuary II
Optimism
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Jasmine
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It's Salvation that you want.
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Jasmine
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It's Salvation that you want.
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Jasmine
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F.I.N.A.L.S.
(Fuck, I Never Actually Learned Shit)
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