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