Pity The Fool by Will Found

"Pity the champions of the idiot-antichrist for lifting greed's puppet to power once again, pulled by lies that hook their hate-disposed hearts, their reason put to sleep, the harm to the world inflicted by their ignorance inflicted by their ignorance  

inflicted by their ignorance “

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A Sacred Promise

I listen to the blues as though I’m

in church.  Something sacred about

broken hearts seeking what 

has been lost, the promise of music

to guide the soul like Virgil guiding 

Dante.  I am not musically inclined

but I’m inclined to hear the hybrid

harmony of the human and divine, 

each knowing the despair of the other,

the unspoken promise grief holds.

The fact that music can be made

from stories of our broken hearts.

The fact the river of love never runs dry.

-Byron Hoot

https://www.facebook.com/hootnhowlpoetry/

Art/Music by Will Found

 Art/Music by Will Found @ https://blundervan.bandcamp.com/

Refraction

As I am dying, day by day, always 

a subtraction of living added to memory,

the dreams of my youth, the same dreams

nightly still given to me, as I approach 

the uncertainty with certain steps and breath,

I greet the day with that cry that feels more

like prayer – “It is a good day to die!” 

in the holy language of what is true needing

no divine inspiration for its holiness.

My heart and soul open, my eyes, too, trying

to catch by sight the seen and the unseen

complete in the prism of sunlight, rainbow

of delight after storms have passed.

It is nearly spring, so easy to believe

in resurrections without being dead 

forever, three nights will do and hearing

angels sing, “He’s not here” in perfect 

harmony in some hybrid of hymns 

and blues as I dance just on the other

side of the graveyard just out of view

forever, forever, and forever whispering,

“You come, too.”

-Byron Hoot

https://www.facebook.com/hootnhowlpoetry/