posted on August 3, 2016 at 9:53 am

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sing then o muses

sing of the unholy darknesses that plague men like us

sing of the sirens sing of the witches sing of the gorgons

sing of the great waves that splintered my craft on this isle

and the sand still in my hair

the spells the lies the dreams the games

sing of my musk

sing of my blood

sing of the oil which covers my hands

i am mark antony i am shipwrecked i am nobody

madam is this really illyria?

the glory the racket the days and nights spent lost

the lights were on still we never flinched

the straps the armour the goads the horses tails

yes the honey

yes the flowing milk right there before me a stream

i can still see it..

terrible loveliness always our sweet doom ruin

i try to walk away

i can never walk away

i still long for these times even now

and it burns nectarine

yes it burns

play my songs

do my show

ride the bus

but inside my deepest blackest mind

then its only you who will really  know where i am

 

 

 

 

8 Responses to “effeuiller”

  1. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 3 August 2016 at 2:20 pm #

    “All that glitter had me mesmerized, otherwise….” ~Kilbey

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    Chris | 3 August 2016 at 2:48 pm #

    Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
    Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
    Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
    Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
    That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
    Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
    The clouds methought would open and show riches
    Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
    I cried to dream again.

    The Tempest

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    Ingrid | 3 August 2016 at 9:25 pm #

    Beautiful – the imagery your poems provoke inspire and promote creativity in others. They travel onward and inhabit other realms.

  4. Jmb066
    Jmb066 | 3 August 2016 at 10:12 pm #

    There you are, lovely words reminded me of Ionian Blues. Almost done now, few more shows. Thank you for always being there, 30 years I have been a fan of your words, music, and your art has always picked me up. I hope we can return the favor for you when needed. I hope when you get home with your family you will be in a better place, until then we will try to keep you spirits high. Looking forward to seeing you Thursday in St. Louis, again if you need anything let me know I am driving from Detroit today.

    Take care,

    Jason

  5. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 4 August 2016 at 9:16 am #

    In the words of Nietzche. Without music life would have been a mistake. Looking forward to your music I will ahead of time call the current music of the spheres. In the galaxy of St. Louis tomorrow it will harmonize the life within us the love within us easing the perspirations of our inherited toil. For us poor human mortal hearts with eternal dreams and visions and desires.


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