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07-23-2003, 10:33 PM
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King Knave
Location: Lancaster
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Wrought
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. **************************************************** Doubt is the Dark Beast of the Imagination. Creativity, Its Angelic Other. *********************************************** 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. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 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 ____________________________ 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. _______________________________________ 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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?! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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. 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