Saturday, August 14, 2010

a poem by a faust: as a youth refused & ridiculed by those beautiful, popular, and rich

innocence alone
or, in a world of strangers

profoundest of desires deep inside to lay you bare
& taste passions whose assumption is divinity
but walls and masks and games before you'd let me touch you there
& I'm not old or wise enough to be who I will be

Words I've said and haven't said visit me like lies
like vague approximations even I don't understand
the closest and most honest of them still a thick disguise
a touch Divine and brilliant yet eludes these clumsy hands

Maybe I won't weep because i acted amateur
& pushed you farther still before we ever really met
you may think the effort wasted, me I'm not so sure
I only know I have to try: there's nothing I regret.

& maybe you won't notice if, with all my art & soul,
I try to make you laugh & gasp & turn around & feel
an act when truly genuine is more than just a role
we'll all be actors anyway
with practice I'll be real

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self portrait with cage

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a poem written by a faust in eleventh grade

eleventh grade

(or, on days like this, at times like these)

the creases between my eyebrows
refuse to go away now
i used to believe in my -
self -
but forgot how

faith died with romance, but
was last seen, quite alive,
with no one that i know

and it seems i can't turn pain into pleasure anymore

insatiably i hunger after each hour
but the days pass as quickly as before

reason has left
me the need for reasons but
blissful ignorance is
the creases grow and even 
though i want so much to, still,
i am unable
to care.

©1982, rev 2010

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a poem by a faust about a wikileaks video

in response to wikileaks' 'collateral murder'

recently men and now women (experience)
uniform strength (dis)
service (sat) and those fronting as (is) such
not yet quite but almost no really
itchingly (faction)
trained to be eager (no questions)
(have five to six individuals with AK-47s)
(request permission to engage)
roger that you are free to engage
joystick (quick) button (dead)
is it
is it
is it
easy and effortless as ever it was to
(find out that now)nice shootin' (now its real) thank you

wikileaks video

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power if certain questions if now

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a poem by a faust about the other answer for the Sphinx

the fifth power of the Sphinx

(or, a creature, with feathers: that chooses to remain)


...see a life left a chance yet a present perfect as surrender to new


always already the only foundation upon which will the Great


be as good & as easy as is energie infinite & as beauty is True


birthright Divine of innocence Human: even in sorrow, to know we can see...

april Q dawn

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