defacing my favourite king?!

who was he,
if not edward the confessor?

my favourite king,
second only to "christ"...
well, not really...

i could only trade eternity by
having the chance to
hear the confessions of
their monarch...

what gems could have been
raining from his robes
and into the gob
of a shakespeare!

       i wonder, and given my lack
of the shakesperean "attitude"
i leave ol' edward alone,
   to his crypt of self-serving secrets.

but of all the kings of england,
arthur ranks second
  when in the governing power
of edward,
  letter to pope francis:

dear papa,
   can you make edward a saint?
i hope i'm not ignorant of the chronology
of attaining sainthood,
but can you please make him a saint?
i know you have less power
than santa claus (satan's clause) -
but i'd really like him venerated...
  why?
    oh... simply for being honest,
and the mood of being
  mildly humbled in
royal attire, having
                 the capacity to do so...
i assure you, i will not press
the matters further
with philip augustus...
  but papa...
   you are like my
  second-chance at believing
in a santa claus...
  do your biding...
  take a king of my heart's
desire, admired, into
the ***** of the saints...
he really does deserve a proper burial
in thought, if there is
               no necromancy-artefact,
to revive, and thus make a second
burial.
  
i actually wish shakespeare could have
written a samual beckett type
of bard-antic for edward the confessor
citing his sins in alt. version
of not i...
            obviously it didn't happen...

but at least there's the economy of an idea
for further the "original" sin of
plagiarism...
     so much for being "blessed" with an
"original" transgression,
   all sentiments go into copyright...
   the "sin"... so original: it had to be:
                                     unoriginal.

the fickle **** is science treading in poetic
waters?
  should science first mediate philosophy
to later meddle in poetry?
           i see only 1 example of such
undertaking... oh sure, 21st society,
you're safe, it was only
a "****" philosopher in the 20th century
that gave-way into appreciating 19th century
poetry...
    don't mind people like us...
go your way...
    jedi mind trick is about to take affect:
you don't really care about heidegger,
and you never will, because you never heard
of him...

    a staff is never a double edged sword...
sometimes the attacker can have the staff have
it stolen from him... and be used against him,
namely:
              hit-back! thump! out comes a tender
plum-pouch from the cranium,
and sometimes: something we call a purple
hue that later became:
                 panda black mascara.