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

After Life Vacation: The Road To Hell Or, Tourism As Extended Metaphor Of The Spirit | an essay in verse

(an essay in verse as preliminary reply to 

a poem in musical video, "Cradles," 

& therefore @ThatSubUrban)

by a female Faust

in response to this thing of beauty:

wish you were here album art resembles an 80s interview with Trump

(so i helped it along)

Sonnet Letter To Mr. Tom Lehrer

To Mr. Tom Lehrer, A Letter In The Form Of A Sonnet

Or,  Repayment In Kind, Hopefully As Good As It Is Sincere

Re: An Important Message For Mr. Tom Lehrer. Dear Mr. Lehrer,  

I’ve meant to tell you something since forever —& realized I’d better plan — .

Lest my intentions be mistaken by some demon for mere asphalt. So you have this letter - 

I’ve gotten old enough to know I’d better try to reach you now while I still can.

For the subject, alas, of your effect (e.g., on me), its breadth, its heighth, its rise & run,

I’ve information & belief — non solus comments now, & here, sed etiam then, & there

(Darkly biting, acerbic, jaded, starkly mocking, pessimistic, or uninterested to a one) — 

That you calibrate a fondness always less than what you could (or couldn’t) care.

To be successful in the telling, to such a cynic as yourself, about a topic you eschew

— i.e. your Work, whose defense of Fundamental Virtue delights all those it teaches, still— 

Is difficult enough.  How much more so to get from there to somehow showing you

— & then of course to be as good — as I am sure you would — in my dreams I can, & will —  

But thank you, thank you, Mr. Lehrer. To work for Peace in such a warlike world requires —  inspiration — 

& thank you yet again because to not despair one sometimes needs — corroboration — 

by Johanna Faust

sent c/o dmdb.org & 

posted to Let’s Do & Say We Did

letsdoandsaywedid.blogspot.com 

September 8, 2019

Like Two In Somewhat More Than A Million | A Love Song By A Faust

Categorical Correlative, 

(Or, Odds Like Two In Somewhat More Than A Million)

a love song by a Faust

Assortative mating

Elective affinity

The hardest part was the waiting

It seemed like infinity

The recalibration

Of beliefs, of morality

An instantiation

Of achievable parity

Confirmation unbiased

Undeniably plausible

The ending is nighest

When the program is pause-able

Re-: all i sing, in stating, -inventing, our virtues but hen’s teeth, understand, are deviation:

Not only whip-smart, but, rarer, we are honest also, & true; & could (I agree) restart civilization

Be seeing you.

Love Song (Or Question Rhetorical) Written Years Ago But Rediscovered Upon Booting An Old Laptop

Question Rhetorical

a love song by a Faust

Without someone to share it with

what would your life be worth?

a lot less than you paid for it i'm sure

not enough to get some people out of bed

Without someone like you, to care for

me, i know i'd wander all the Earth

thoughtless, plans ill laid, unfit, no cure

for what such rough neglect will have had done to me instead

Without true Love (and rare it is)

the messiness of birth

what Destiny has caught, afraid, impure,

a rough few overcome,  but master fewer

c. 2014 to corporanon

LavaMae Makes People Smell Good

L a v a   M a e 

Or In Thanks For Making My Good Friend Both Happy And Clean

a poem by a Faust,  July 2019

Looking good and feeling good are still no good if vouch can nought

as easily be safed along avenues public of olfaction; since

virtue will not seek you, it is she who must be sought

and that most diligently and often, if one wants satisfaction. Whence

Many who come out early on a summer Friday morning, yet at arms-distances hold

all and anyone who would otherwise (and who could blame them?) take offense,

enjoy instead (because LavaMae) such fragrant transformation as may make Oakland awkward bold.

To Honee Who Will Soon Be Ninety-Nine

To Honee 

Who Will Soon Be Ninety Nine

How like a flower is a human being, rare and exquisite

Once perfect new, then unfolding as delicious years, delight;

Now shines so through that cats & children treat you like a God

Even stronger still is happiness, & contagious, I caught it at one glance;

Every blessing may it rush to you and yours, but eager for the chance.

Happy Birthday from Johanna Faust

who saw your picture on Twitter

Empathy is Nothing (@AmandaPalmer)

 Be seeing you.

To A Young Author, Or, A Necessary Preface To Any Advice

revised from this

Because Truth Is Sometime Happy, Or, @DavePBrown | a poem by a Faust

Because Truth Is Sometime Happy

Or, @DavePBrown

Assuring confidence, this would’ve been a work of which I was already proud,

Had not every upload attempt, by malfeasant Imp of Twitter most perverse,

failed outright.  Browsers hanging. Keyboard useless...  But for superstition disallowed,

the anecdotal details might well’ve served as evidence of supernatural curse –

But what if it were not demonic, but angelic, the extranormal Agency involved?

Sent to prevent inept repurposing which, reconsidered, would not suit

the conjuring strange & beautiful upon which I’d secretly resolved;

For all Purposes profound and delicate must needs new fancies to transmute.

So it is with these words own very selves. They would both hide and seek

The one from your indifference, the other, for what else but consideration,

&, as they say, “if God be willing, and waters rise not in the creek,”

my initial intentions may perhaps survive, intact & hopeful expectation...

For when in hindsight reconsidered, what matters most in all Event is Choice –

Desire may petition any for its fancy, yes – if it be but mindful – of its voice –

by @femalefaust, Spring Equinox, 2019

ROSES, Or, What It Is To Be Loved Well & For Long | a poem by a Faust

ROSES

Or What It Is To Be Loved Well & For Long

a poem by a Faust

the love of my life roses gave all to me

at fourteen minutes to eleven at night

I didn’t know how ...the money... ...How can we?

 He said, you can do what you want, its allight—

 (Like Morticia, perversities, would I happily)

Eyes sparking a mischief playful and good

(do to roses, as my Gomez said usually)

I suddenly knew — how we could.

— They were on sale, I guessed from his smiling

They are beautiful, I said. Beautiful. Like you 

(How much, I still tried not to be thinking...)

Now he pulls them out, in a pretty vase too —

(He is kissing me with his eyes.) They were free.

It was an hour before Trader Joes closed, Valentines 

(I love him so much, how well he knows me)

The night unexpected now perfect besides.

Prayer For The Enemy Of Seeming Distant Evil

Prayer For The Enemy Of Seeming Distant Evil 

@M_BinA7mad #poem by @femalefaust

perspicacity an evident Virtue

greatness displayed in restraint

speak about falsehoods but True

educate action but feint

by Angels escorted, this creature of Thine

blue eyed hunter protected by Power divine

The Love Of My Life Is Proof | a poem by a Faust

 #TheLoveOfMyLifeIs proof 

of the Divine, should I want it yet ever or need; 

Even as against cruel elements, roof; 

Even as is, against evil misdeed, 

Or 'gainst betrayal perfidious, Truth, 

Or misunderstanding by accident planned,

Or carelessness more short of sight sure, & less ruth,

Or thorough the overwhelmingly just-cannot-stand,

See your Love patient & honest, clearsighted, 

Seeing you better yet still unaffrighted

dedicated to My Love

by a female Faust

catching a glimpse of evil: dedicated to the homeless of Oakland

This poem was read by my longtime friend,  Casey, at a protest today against the way Oakland is treating her and its other 9,000+ homeless. (Yes, 9,000 is the bottom approximate estimate, not 2,000, based on the city's own research back in 2015).

She requested a poem, and described the topic at length; I happened to have, by slightly unnerving coincidence, a nearly perfect fit.  In revising, I removed the former subtitle ("In which the triumph of Good is assumed") – given the recent United Nations report, which listed the City of Oakland, California as next to last anywhere on Earth for its deplorable treatment of the homeless, I thought that was inappropriate.

my poem was read at this #oakmtg – but not by me.

Thank you Case.  I hope it helped.

catching a glimpse of Evil, a warning                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

by johanna 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

and, 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

and then -- as if on cue -- to save you from despondence

at long last -- no, not even a bell

remember please our correspondence

so that this won’t be a so you’d expect me to tell

springing eternal, confused we confide

in sight seen nearly more likely than far 

more into it talking of taking a side 

than they can tell "ser" apart 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....

a new revision for casey to change the world a little  — october 22 2018

Be seeing you.

compliment complement, or, please love your children, please

lovedsong

@anomie belle | a poem by a faust

As It Were Seeming We Feel Our Own Being

Composed During The Last Leg Of A Long Trip Home Via Bus



as we were waiting, and waiting, two others arrived



Rushing to fall in

& over itself

water leaves once breathless air heavy with sweet

so easy to breathe in that coolness, the smell



of a kind very two, of a feather what rapture



sugar added to water 

softens & smoothes it so well

that lacking it many a cup's incomplete



i despair, lacking skill, in these phrases to capture



for a bed one could so very easily take

plush expanses of moss, 

distinctly inviting

a languor, a reclining delight



what the senses and soul together connive



like when you first 

see the light 

of the campfire built 

by your lover 

while you were out

getting lost –



– out, that is, in –



yourself by yourself

yourself at yourself

yourself for yourself



– looking & through –



would you see what they see when they look at your me

would you know which it was when they recognized you                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    



would you know what it was when you found it 

would you know what you had when you had it

would you 



you know 



would you know what to do



because with enough of the clever 

with practice

if quick lucky or high



you can feel your way almost without being shown

you can taste on your lips breathlessness almost your own 

you can catch in someone's eyes the blue of the sky



more precious than any thing the Earth on or under

more rare than any creature on dry land or in Water

more sought after than the grace of communicant Air

more strong than can the rushing of Fire e'er sunder



they reminded me strongly of one you and one i