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Juan Blanco Poem
LOVE:
A knife trusted upon the chest -hope for a clean wound.
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Juan Blanco Poem
Oh! Mighty kings, how many of you have been cursed by a beautiful silhouette.
How many of you have willfully fallen unto treacherous ground.
You have been poison by her pleasures and in her labyrinth you reside, for love is her poison, and desire is a trap.
King no more, but a broken man, for before you a woman exults herself, and in her nakedness –your death lies.
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Stand fast, your eyes on the mark, the hammer has fallen
Thor would have been pleased;
A man, he is born alone, stands alone, and dies into a singularity
The leave falls -it trembles in the wind
Man, they too- fall like a leave, to glory, some, and to defeat, others
Solitude is the cry of the leave me alone ones
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Set asunder, set asunder, a call from echoes past
The string has its way- it is pleasure and pain
Pain and pleasure
The string dances in the reassesses, in the desolation of the heart, in the blood without way
Away with you, even your string
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Arise dead ones; the grave has been loosened,
It has been crumbled up, like a man crumbles up a dream.
I Looked into myself, to the emptiness that is me
A dream lies before me
My foot has crushed it and in anger I have buried it
I have closed myself to it
For a buried dream must not be looked upon
It must not be remembered,
It must not be spoken off
For in the eyes, in remembrance, in the word- the grave loosens it.
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he who can not see art in all things lovely, can not see God.
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The string is moved and we tremble by it.
To the abyss, cast yourself. The fractured bone is a necessity- the string is broken-
All things have been written –for by the word we live and by the same word we die- even the string
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