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"STRONG"



A child finds strength 
in the holding of his hand
The Beatitudes in his mind 
repetition 8 times cast
whispers the loneliness
in a Man -

Who held his hand?

Like Bede, venerable,
he's counting beads dropping 
like blood drops, 
steel hard, cracking marble floors
like lightening rods 
it’s understood daily -

Before mirrors
Life in Latin Computus

In time, perhaps the days
of The Beatitudes will be understood

Counting all the days, one by one
life draining in the dreams
then the child walks away
the child in him forever stays
he turns to her 
she turns away

Huddled and afraid
Where is Love 
when drunk
on the turning of the 
chalice upside down
empty then stolen is the Golden Grail

Treasure taken swift and sharp
by her absence
doors slowly close inch by inch
The Beatitudes fade on the 
setting of every pretty romancing 
pirouette and wanton bow of Sun

Mouths and minds are stitched

Eyes unforgiving turned away
Ripe lips and tongues for kissing done

His dreams washed away 
Her dreams washed away

Swallowed and kissed 
once on a floating punt 
that this would never
be their way
When other's lives had been bled 
through marriage dry and stale 

no, never theirs, 

they would still have their loving wanton ways
in their wedding bed

The woman crouches
in a corner face hidden
crying oceans of high tides in tears
black into buckets of pale
then who speaks of 
the days of Rosy Crucifixion?

Sexus, Plexus, Nexus
ripe lips for kissing 
writers bed romance 
Maestri collaboratore
conducting symphonies
sheets, wet music notes
turned burning blue
hearts and skin planted 
on a soft grazed cheek, 
slow dancing thighs and hips

1-2
1-2
  
Where is the Warrior 
named 
LOVE
when God 
has his way
Inside the burning heart

The poet takes up his quill
recalcitrant he writes electric 
his vendetta romance 
hellfire becomes the Chapter 
and in his wager he
writes his part 

Yes, poets are romantic
It’s all of love and heart
John Donne pulls the strings
of her corset
She is a cursive sentence 
in a cell 

Poets' hearts 
are Black as Hell 

And Strong

The poet writes 
to tell his tale

He is a dark symphony
strung in gallows rope

Defiant
and he is
Strong

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)





Depeche Mode Should Be Higher Blondish Remix
https://youtu.be/NQe_69NrbEk


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https://youtu.be/zwoRsqkEKws






"Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot." 
D.H. Lawrence


"All my Calvaries were rosy crucifixions, pseudo-tragedies to keep the fires of hell burning brightly for the real sinners who are in danger of being forgotten."
Henry Miller










1. The Rosy Crucifixion
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rosy_Crucifixion


2. Beatitudes
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatitudes


3. Bede
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bede


4. He can also = She 
(be very certain of that).
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