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I saw first
Dante’s Hell spew from the ground
wars charged with infidelity
cheated humanity behind closed curtains

we, violent creatures
fill caskets with fresh roses
should they have dried first
Life underground sounds dull

the smiths and the Jones
a few blocks down a battlefield
honesty carved into a rotting log
we save none for ourselves

give and take
did greed rule wrath
or sloth, drinking coffee in the corner
Did we ever rule ourselves?

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When is now?

Tap the watch
it won’t go faster
Dreams are
denials
in the making.
Switch disposition–
still the same,
the edge gets closer,
will you jump
by the end?

Dead ambitions
are frozen dreams,
incarcerated bits
in little jars,
for all the ones
still standing tall,
fear to fail
frozen Hell.

Step out
grass needs mowing
birds need feeding
and the trees–
they need you breathing.
Will you heed
paralyzed by unmarked weight?
Die a tiny creature
loud insignificant babbles of
“ifs” and “buts”

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Faust graphic

*Imagined dialogue written for class

Lord:

Dear Faust, my servant and my child,
What have you here, written in blood?
Mephisto came to me earlier and smiled,
Knew human desires are like a flood,
Uncontrollable when once released,
as morality continue to quickly decrease.

Faust:

What do you will from me, great light?
Darkness burns me like fire these days;
How can Hell compare to Earth’s forever blight?
My soul is mine to fall or raise.

Lord:

In your head, there lies a thinking brain.
In your heart, little drummer boy plays.
And here, beneath my hand contain
Breath and spirit, worthy of praise.
Can you not feel it–the movement–
Of very muscle waking in the morn,
Walking on stones without ailment.
To you, have your wife and pupils sworn
like fixed stars guiding wayward sailors
Across a tempting sea of sirens,
What other pleasure do you prefer
Then the lovely hearts you’ve already won?

Faust:

Nothingness is the word I suffer,
No love or passion fills this bowl,
Nothing of the past is as they were.
I have become a hermit troll
Bustling around my stack of books,
In search for more, but finding less
than that of beggarly crooks–
I am in great distress.

Lord:

Do you seek wealth of fame?
Or something of less humanly claim?

Faust:

Yes! The second sings to my heart
And cause my mouth to grin.
Magic, sir, sweeter than any art
Inflames my passions from deep within.
I have hit a wall, yet found Mephisto,
A rope that will bear me along,
And allow my roots to once again grow
to the–dark–sun where I belong.
Knowledge is a fruit that I must taste,
Like Eve, my pale lips must embrace.

Lord:

And when another wall appears
after the first tree bears its fruit,
Will you sicken to its cheer
And seek another to pursue?
If there is none left to harvest
What spirit shall you charm next?
What needless price will you insist?
Are you not just a simple subject?
Learn to love and learn for peace,
Here is where my words shall cease.

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