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wordherd | a poem by a Faust

wordherd

if words arrive and disappear in herds, could we grow symbiotic

think of oxen,  of cattle, or sheep, of goats,  or horses

think of  breathtaking sunrises, dappled hillsides bucolic

think of trees standing guard as brooks babble their courses

or just allow me a moment to think thereupon

and to think myself happily employed therein

steering my precious livelihood hither and yon

to where be the best grazing that we haven’t been

and come nightfall i’ll gather kindling and wood

and build light out of darkness and flame from desire

and perhaps weave clothing from a phrase that had served as my food

longing for the morning’s metaphorical milk, i retire

neither farmer,  nor hunter, nor gatherer i

whose way with words prefers asking how over why

written on account of @rhymesradical

april 14, 2020

 by a female faust

because cradles

originally here

originally here

the fifth power of the sphinx

click to enlarge, and as always, as right-aligned text, is selectable below (albeit rather hard to read).

Reposted (orig. post 2/25/13, poem c. 1996) to honor a beautiful Soul now, perhaps, more alone than before, but a Star nonetheless, possessed of a færy light strong enough to pierce the looming thick & growing Darkness, a light strong enough to reach me & in an instant move me, however unimaginably distant. 

Thank you for being alive, for reminding me that I yet live.

May I live long, & learn to find words fit to return such a favor.

THE FIFTH POWER 

OF THE SPHINX

 or, 

With Feathers, Yet Loyal

by a female Faust, written c. 1996 

.'. JOY .'.

...see your Life left a chance yet a Present perfect as surrender to new

.’. LOVE .’.

always already the only Foundation upon which will the Great

.'. WORK .'.

be as good & as easy as is Energy Infinite & as Beauty is True

.'. WILL .'.

Birthright Divine of Innocence Human: even in sorrow, to know you can See...

Catching A Glimpse Of Evil, Revised For The Plague Times

From But Glimpse Learn To Recognize Evil, A Warning 

by a female Faust

i could be you just as easily — you 

could be me just as well —

we could be through with this misery

we could have done with this Hell

each one of us already knows how

& even though some of us don’t understand

the pretended ignorance shows

now — we can see all such traitors are damned

if ever you get like me beat down & frightened

overwhelmed, overcome by the fear

that maybe the world can’t be made right

in enough time — to avert what is near — 

& then — as if on cue — to save you from despondence

at long last — no, not even a bell

do remember please our correspondence

so this won’t be a 'so' i’d have been able to tell you

springing eternal, confused you confide

in sight seen as if near, more likely than far

in hearing but talk,  you — still —  take a side

you still don’t know how to tell  “ser” from “estar”

because those who refuse to be saved

have been Evil — well — all along — 

take a proud satisfaction depraved

in choosing senselessly yet — to do — wrong….

revised again for the plague times 3/2020

Poem For A New American Century: Go Fourth

Also this, originally for Independence Day: I call it a 

"Poem for a New American Century"

GO FOURTH

Land isn't free, but it sure is divisible

But the hand of the Market is visible

O say can you say if you see something you ought

Not so brave when it comes to the rent

Who can save up what's already spent

O say can you see why this was all you were taught

Truth is spoken to Power that fears it

It gets louder when nobody hears it

Over not being heard soon enough Power gets fought

No one knows it but everyone hides it

No one can tell you why nobody tries it

(But everyone wonders why no one gets caught)

Since you can bet that they'll never be telling

Never mind finding out just what they're selling

Better ask what it was that you bought

-by a female Faust, an American citizen

The Eternal Feminine, or, A Feast Of Fire | by a female Faust, IAO Core, A.T.O.I.

Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.  ---Liber Al vel Legis

...this is (in part) a presentation of my translation of the last verse of Goethe's Faust,  the centerpiece of a solstice ritual whose text I had written circa 1992. It was performed live at the Cow Palace for New Year's Eve 1995, as a chill-room collaboration between IAO Core and the Ambient Temple of Imagination,  with this female Faust, in tails, century old undertaker's top hat,  and half white face, as vocalist and Enochian ritual unit.  The soundtrack found its way onto an A.T.O.I. release; it is available through them for download, below.

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Bring Your Alibis, Or, Well Come: because "Cradles," a response in kind

Bring Your Alibis (Or, Well Come)

dedicated to Sub Urban because "Cradles:" & being a response in kind 

by a female Faust 

Like content that if tasted, you'd find delicate & deep

Pimped as out as it were rather stare at fire than grow old

This stranger you've a tempted reach is thereby diffident to keep

In secret lies as will have better been — by your own hindsight — never told

In each our worlds of made belief we doubt we live we guess we dream

& despite inviting Others in, we think ourselves alone, by force of habit, still

Able you may be to last — but no one can at last — we all run out of steam

& when we're out & breathe our last — that's all we ever get, or will

Even daydreams trip the wires linked to lengths of fuse within, unseen,

Not , however, unexpected: fitting, that resultant devastation

Is all that you can think about when you are asked where you have been

Is what's confronting & confusing you —  preventing explanation —

All the world's in deed a glass — remember me to yourself when you are looking in it

Both to that Machine to which we well are come — and, if you dare, to Spirit