Warrior

This is the best time of the day the dawn
The final cleansing breath unsullied yet
By acrid fume or death’s cacophony
The rank refuse of unchained ambition
And pray, deny me not but know me now
Your faithful retainer stands resolute
To serve his liege Lord without recompense
Perchance to fall and perish namelessly
No flag draped bier or muffled drum to set
The cadence for a final dress parade
But it was not always thus remember
Once you worshipped me and named me a God
In many tongues and made offering lest
I exact too terrible a tribute
Take heed for I am weary, ancient
And decrepit now and my time grows short
There are no honourable frays to join
Only mean death dealt out in dibs and dabs
Or horror unleashed from across oceans
Assail me not with noble policy
For I care not at all for platitude
And surrender such tedious detail
To greater minds than mine and nimbler tongues
Singular in their purpose and resolve
And presuming to speak for every man
Oh, for another time, a distant field
And there a mortal warrior’s lonely grave
But duty charges me remain until
The end the last battle of the last war
Until that tomorrow render unto me
That which is mine my stipend well deserved
The fairest flower of your progeny
Your sons, your daughters your hopes and your dreams
The cruel consequence of your conceit

~ Steve Earle

Rise

Till this very moment, by being the one who shall not fall nor rise, I have stood my ground in the kingdom of desire. No matter how bright the sun is, I seek no shadow. No matter how dark the moon is, I seek no fire. I hold my breath in a place where all should be received with gratitude as nothing is granted. I now live, for should a single leaf of mine fall or rise, I shall be no more.

~ unknown

Creativity helps you take off the mask

Soul Bitch

When you find the courage to take off the mask, you get a little more of your personal power back.  Creativity helps you find that freedom.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are.
You trade in your reality for a role.
You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange,
put on a mask.
– Jim Morrison

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The Inventory – Poetry’s Deep, I Never Fell

These Poems …

DRUNK IN A MIDNIGHT CHOIR

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We love these poems by Precious Okoyomon.

We love this poem by Kaveh Akbar.

We love this piece of writing from Anne Waldman.

We love Bianca Stone, Jon-Michael Frank , and Sommer Browning talking about poetry comics.

We love these poems by Rebecca Zweig.

We think this explains almost everything.

We love this poem by the Choir’s own Amie Zimmerman.

We love this essay by Caleb Scharf.

We love listening to Tony Conrad speak.

We love reading about the hum.

We love these poems by Stu Watson.

We love you.

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