Whatever It Takes - A Verse Of Motivation & Inspiration Written Especially For You

 

Whatever It Takes

Or, May Be That Is What I Meant, After All

(A Song,  any  preposition, & Myself)

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the sound became myself to prove

there for being where for breath

a voice in which to answer love

the voice heard closest until death

knowing holds me to a sleep

& holds me closer when I dream

a voice so lovely dark & deep

it teases be apart from seem

& my voice will sing to me of choices

my voice will call to me for years

my voice will sound like other voices

my voice will banish other fears

it dares me face my always fears

it makes me roam wet streets at night

if I get back, alone, as morning nears

I just might hear it sing tonight

though it fasts still silence rarely loses

a second nature hard to break

of such habit as it joyful chooses

the sweetest human voice to take

I once thought brave would sing of losses

thought only I made my mistakes

I now instead use other voices

whatever love requires takes

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a female Faust

On the New Year’s Eve of the Plague Year

December 31, 2020

Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening In 2020: a fragment

Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening In 2020: A Fragment

by a female Faust

Whose woods these are on Google Maps I know

His house is in the city though

His cameras record my  stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow

Holy Guardian, Or, Wherefore Inform & Believe (a poem by a Faust)

Holy Guardian

or, Wherefore Inform & Believe

Who lives but to guide you, nourish, remind you — of

What you know once (& should still): the Love that founded you finds you

When sighing from sorrows, you toy with regret, from some

Where just ahead you hear laughter & 'Don’t give it up yet!'

(The extent of thinking to question)

Why — 

(of this dreaming, like wise)

(is not thinking to answer)

(because — still — only — & sleeping — )

but 

given

this Beauty

these Joys

& this Now

give your Angel a Moment to find you —

— How

dedicated to you

by a female Faust

this revision may be final

Winter Solstice

Plague Year (2020)

Perfidy: An Afterthought

Perfidy 

an afterthought

Meet it is I set it down: the word of humankind is shit

& meaningless withal; once Evil's rancid sweetness tasted 

some will refuse aught else; so oft in secret feast illicit,

their Virtue starves & putrefies, literally wasted. 

Because you would not keep your word, it helps me keep for me      

my promise never ever to again so compromise my heart's defenses

made after the first waves of pain had left me empty cold & stony 

looking over the overlookéd warnings brought me early by my senses 

that day, that date, that moment, to see, of what cold planning, what extent

the sheer depth & breadth of your betrayal almost -- impressive -- in its scope

had not your coldly planned deceit so utterly befouled as it went

did not your easy mocking glee bereft reveal your ugliness of hope

a certain incident my heart perforce remembers as it must 

to mark what possibility remains of future faith in human trust

dedicated to one no longer in my life

by a female Faust

Thank You Poem To Dr. Leanne Taylor, An Awesome Vet

 

all of me to All of You (a poem by a Faust, perhaps illustrated)

 

all of me (to All of You

reflected in the eyes you see i

live forever Now 

& never once the same)

as Gods we walk as mortals dream

alone together fear

(the Secret:  in the game

(i find i give you All -- of me -- 

& you

i know you know that

Beauty is a dare)

for what you see you only seem

though everything is) here

i am (a mirror)

stare

a female faust

nyc 1983

Thus One’s Self Ought Regard, a verse inspired by Ikkyu

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this poem by @femalefaust is in direct response to the following verse by @thought_attic:

I go to talk, but I’m hushed by the voices.

The devil on my shoulder that battles my choices.

“You‘re not worth the effort, so why try to speak” 

So my lips gently close and I walk away weak.

This omen: hopeless, hopeless, foreboding cold & desolate

Your most wretched forcéd Silence — not decreed by any Fate.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Surely you’ve an other shoulder, somewhere to your right

Invite thereto that Other æthyr-born, but made of light

Unnatural to the human mind, Eternal realms of Watry Form & Fiery Ideal

Our Parents, cannot make us owe ourselves — we choose, we die, we feel

But from on High comes a reminder — that is almost a command

to remember we Humans are of the Air, & by our own choices do we fall — or stand.

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Oratio ad Deum, inspirati per feminam Faust opere Magister Ioannis Dee

O Almighty, Aeternal, Thou True & Living God: O Origin of Heaven & of Earth, O Source of all things visible & invisible: now (even now, at length) among other Thy manifold mercies used, & to be used, toward me, Thy diligent aspirant, I most earnestly beseech thee, in this my present petition, to make the manifestation of Thy Omnipotence, Thy Omnipresence, & Thy Love, apparent, even to my darkened, & limited apprehension.  

By the method of science, with the aim of religion, I have sought among men, upon earth, & also by prayer, spoken, silent, spontaneous, & rehearsed, have made suit unto Thy Divine Majesty for the obtaining of some convenient Portion of True Knowledge, Understanding, & Wisdom, as established in the natures, properties, & effects of Thy creatures; 

By which inkling, through the configuration of Event which is Thy communication with my soul, the Pure Joy that is Existence, has been by Implication, & will be by Expression, to me unveiled, even in all that seemeth sorrowe; 

It allures me for the same incessantly to proclaim the word of the Law & the Joy of the World, by speech & by silence, in word, thought, & deed, among all people, & for ever.

And whereas it has pleased Thee (O God), in Thy infinite Goodness, by Thy faithful & holy Spiritual Messengers, to deliver unto me long since an orderly form & manner of exercise Theurgic, as well as means & assistance necessary to its practice: 

how, to Thy Honor & Glory, & the comfort of my own soul, & of others who aspire to Thee, I may at all times, use very many of Thy Good Angels, their counsels & helps: according to the properties of such their Functions & Offices, as to them, by Thy Divine Wisdom, Understanding, & Goodness, is assigned, & limited: (which orderly form, & manner of exercise, I attempt, even now, to apply myself unto). 

Therefore, I, Thy diligent aspirant, do most humbly, heartily, & faithfully beseech Thy Divine Majesty, most lovingly & fatherly to favor, & by Thy Divine Beck to further this my present industry & endeavor to exercise myself, according to the aforesaid orderly form & manner: 

& now (at length, but not too late) for Thy dearly Beloved Son IESVS CHRIST His sake (O Heavenly Father) to grant also unto me, this blessing & portion of Thy Heavenly Graces: that Thou wilt forthwith enable me, make me apt, & acceptable (in body, soul, & spirit), to enjoy all ways the holy & friendly conversation, with the sensible, plain, full & perfect help, (in word & deed) of Thy mighty, wise & good Spiritual Messengers & Ministers generally: 

& namely of Blessed Zaphkiel, Blessed Zadkiel, Blessed Cumæl, Blessed Raphæl, Blessed Haniel, Blessed Michæl, Blessed Gabriel, & Blessed Uriel;  unto all those which do appertain unto Thy Great Seal, which is Truth, unto the Holy Table, unto The Great Table of the Elements & unto the Sigils of all who Govern drawn therefrom, unto the Calls of the Æthyrs, unto the Tables & Seals Heptarchial;  especially, unto the Tables, Seals, and Calls Logæth; &, also, unto all other tables, seals, calls, prayers, instructions, or aught else, to these belonging. 

 And in this Thy great Motivation & Inspiration, on me bestowed, & to me confirmed, O Thou Almighty & Ineffable, Thou shalt, (to the great comfort of Thy diligent aspirants) approve, to Thy very enemies, & mine, the truth & certainty of Thy manifold, most inspiring Promises, heretofore made unto me: & that Thou art indeed the True & Almighty God, Whose Existence, Permutation, & Individuality are One, upon Whom I do call, & in Whom I put all my trust, & Thy Ministers, to be the true & faithful Angles of Light: which have hitherto, principally, & according to Thy Divine Providence, dealt with us: 

& also I, Thy diligent aspirant, shall then, founded thus as I will be in & by Thee, be better able to apprehend, labor in, & accomplish the my true will, which is Thy Beauty, & the essence of Thy Splendour, Thy Victory, Thy Power, & Thy Glory: 

Yea, even in the shadow of these most miserable & lamentable days. 

Grant, oh grant, O ourThou Almighty & Ineffable, grant this (I pray thee), for Thy only begotten Son IESUS CHRIST, his sake, through, in, for, & by Whom,  the Great Work is accomplished.

Aumgn. Aumgn. Aumgn.

To The Daughter Of A Stranger On The Eve Of Her Fifteenth Birthday

To The Daughter Of A Stranger On The Eve Of Her Fourteenth Birthday

Like the last day of your fourteenth year which freaks your mother somewhat out

So the last days of your youth — only not so clear defined

An annoying creeping worry of which you are sure you’d rather doubt

Than hear; it combs for clues anon with but the finely toothed kind

But surely you have worlds enough and time, this  must needs be premature

Come now, you don’t need to think of your time as flying by just yet

Kicking around on a piece of ground is of course still — de rigueur

(Though your Sugar Mountain lacks no first to meet those People that you met)

If from a weird old twitter lady you would accept opinions sometime rank

One who knows she knows you not, who only saw your likeness then and now

Comes counsel that you of yourself keep record— your Diaries money in the bank

Not so much of where or when or who; the Future wonders why and how

To remind your now these questions I your mother’s ear & yours have bent

I leave to you the disposition of your own To-What-Extent

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Prelude Perhaps

Hereby Declared Not To Be Untoward: Poof.

Prelude To That In Which I Will Have Been Most Confident 

Or, A Perhaps Passable Sonnet Marking My Intent To Get Right On This 

(Being An End-Zone Spike Of The Football Metaphor Most Certainly Not Dedicated To Celebrity Death Match's Characterization Of Rob Zombie)

Like a gifted child, last day of school, hearing the alarm,

at first may breathlessly rush homeward report card trophy firm in hand,

may be stoppéd short with sudden wondering if rushing does more harm  —

Through enthusiasm losing what could have been better managed, planned.

So it was with me (I will for now forget it best I not explain)

so I first did startle those around me with my shrieking loud delight;

— & then as quick remembering I ought instead — if, not disdain —

Surely an ease, familiarity, would cast more favorable light...

Or not so surely, since: such thoughts as make one wish to — seem —

must transform, must wither, must corrupt, that — unalienated

Spirit caught between what — soon — may have been found but — empty dream —

& the Future Perfect be-ing by which my wish is fascinated

With these verses unreviséd, sometime graceful, not inept, all — 

This soon happily revising author mark — (woo hoo!) — this fine proposal

Thank you John Perry Barlow for believing in me

(& if you exist still, I wish you all happiness, I miss you);

 Thank you to Corporanon, of course; 

Thank you Activist Post circa July 2011;

& more recently, thank you to @ThePoet17400199 for being so effin real;

& thank you to @MicheleHaliwel for paying attention.

NOTES ON THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE WORLD'S INSECTS

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