QuasiMojo

WROUGHT
(Ode to the page)
S’about time I get around to writing,
scrawling in this thing.
This empty and blank home for words.
This lined, unfilled journal serves still
As a reminder of the bulls’ eye gift it was
from a far-away girl from another place
2:30 AM
A genuine winter borne chill
Nips the heels of the night.
And I write.
I administer the cautious word,
Introduce it slowly to this dusty journal-
This laughing ledger
This thought Keep that
quite obliviously was meant for another!
For another to trap his own thoughts
For someone else to skin what he bought.

The virgin pages of the personal journal
Feel icy and deeply impassive to my touch.
Almost alien is the way the pages penetrate....

The thin walls of my resolve.
And dare me, no double dare my ass
to take my point and solve...
((The maze that mystifies me still))
By Wrought this challenge in my mind does drill.

The page mocks at my lament unvoiced
and at the effect that once ruled
and the way it held hold
But it’s shut up with my point
lovely and moist.

Sway baby, ‘gainst the giant moon,
“anything for granted”, a ghost-voice crooned
The planets pull with painful pleasure
at my prancing prick dancing
gleefully . Underneath the dark dome of night,
during the accustomed visitation
of the pageant of mid-winter majesty.

Empty intimidation is conquered thusly
by taking up-your pen and ink
and before your brain has time to think,
FIRE your thin weapon

at will and with random abandon.
Possess proudly the point you love,
and protect your write to bear your instrument-
and use it with unfettered freedom,
forEver freed of the chains of doubt.
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Doubt is the Dark Beast of the Imagination.
Creativity, Its Angelic Other.

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To see a world in a grain
Of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour

-Wm. Blake








The Lion And The Bacchus
The Lion and the Bacchus
He appeared upon the wall
At the time of my indemnity.
The stone,flowing
Bearded Imagemask...
His face graven calm,
His cloven intent whispers silent
Through cast shadows.
Though his eyes are closed
By his smile flows
Rivers of wine miles wide,
And echoes laughter from the wood.
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He appeared upon the floor
At the time of my calamity.
The regal beast,
Crouched in a proud,stoic stance
Shows off its gold.
Left paw raised,either to welcome or repel,
The foes of the realm.
Fear the roar of the golden lion.







Principal
7th -WmBlake
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As all men are alike (tho’ infinitely various)
So all religions/as all similars, have
One source.
The True Man is the source, he being
The Poetic Genius.




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A Crows Lament

Though I be shamed,
I shall not bow my head.
Though I be Abandoned,
I shall not shed one tear.
Though I be hated,
I shall not flee.
Though I be Deceived,
I shall not seek Vengeance.
Though I be hunted,
I shall not call upon my brethren.
Though I be slandered and ridiculed,
I shall not part my mouth to defend myself.
Though I be offered potions from friends,
I shall not drink from their vials.
Though I be informed in hushed tones, of scandal
And rumors of discontent and treachery,
I shall pay no heed.
Though I be cast out of Paradise,
I shall not resent my ill-fortune.
Though I be swindled of my riches,by rogues,
I shall not try to regain my treasure.
Though I see my palace looted by Mobs
I shall not underestimate the Power of Many.
Though I be tempted by the many-fold Pleasures of the Flesh,
I shall not expose my Soul to their desires.
Though I am confronted by Demons and the very Lords of Hell,
I shall not waver in my Steadfastness.
Though I be given keys to the unknown,
I shall eat the Mysteries divulged,
And walk the land with a smile.


Crows Lament II

I Shall trust my God, The God of All
Eternity, of the Universe.
I shall trust unblinkingly in the God of Far-Away Places
Who is also the God of Small Places.

He Whose Light has been cast asunder from the Far-Places to
The Small Places.
I shall Rejoice in his endless EverVolving Energy,
And Boundless Good Humor.We are blessed with the gift of
Laughter, The Healing Power.

…From the many tribes of the Nethagria regions.
…to the Kingdom of Valaria. From the woodland peoples
of the Brizhkah GreatForest to the proud Warrior Clans of
the Nezzaron-El desert. Let the God of Far-Away Paces and of the Small Places replace suspicion with Trust, hostility with friendliness

Let Him replace the Alienation with the Power
Of Good Humor. Let the God of Far-Away Places and of the Small Places
Reign down the blessing of Understanding.

May the EverVolving Energy radiate.

My name is Artimis Grimstalk. And this revelation was bestowed upon
My self as I walked, Unfed,Unclothed and Dirty
Across the barren desert….

For 25 days and 2 nights the Angel,”Gabby Reale” accompanied me,
Directing me to the brittle bushes under which the
Delicious mushrooms grew, that were my sole sustinence
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I feel like an Angel
Has come
Descended from on high
Answering almighty thanks.

For to know is to know
And to show is to show
And to blow against the mighty sails
Means flight.
Show my answer ,relieve my doubt.
What is it my precious?
What is it my precocious?
What is it my ferocious?!
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Blast
#5
Three times real fast
Long and drawn out.
Ask her an answer, tell her a question.
I wonder what His Head…
Into the garden he was led.
Truth be known
Fact be shown
I,Wondernaught
Has bled.


SavageFaction
Guaranteed
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AzAbOv ZoBeLoE