"facio" poems
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the skylark summons the dead to rise as you watch with cloudy, wishful eyes
our sisterhood survives throughout the dark
they will never silence our voices
when we call to the tune, the world rejoices
wild child, living in a fantasy
wild child, the myth lives on within you
wild child, you create your own dreams
wild child, enchant them
do what you do
the white cat knocks over the lamp with a smile
a sea of tears flows from your eyes as deep as the Nile
a mirage is in sight, a vision it seems
the fabric of your sadness is ripped at the seams
we weave a spell together, fashioned stitch by stitch
you look to me and laugh, mischievous like a witch
our sisterhood still lives on through the dark as we wait for the time to leave our mark
they will never silence our voice
when the world calls our tune we will rejoice
fuera puera, vivens in autem fantasia
fuera puera, quod fabula vitae on intra vos
furea puera, vos creo tuus agnosco somniums
fuera puera
lamia
facio qualis vos facio
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
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We Can’t Take Our Books with Us When We Die
Ecce nova facio omnia. Et dixit mihi: Scribe
quia hic verba fidelissima sunt, et vera.
-Apocalypsis XXI:V
We can’t take our books with us when we die
That reality shouldn’t bother me, but it does:
The copy of The Brothers Karamazov
I carried in Viet-Nam – off to a re-sale shop?
But God is the Word from Whom all blessings flow
And since He is the Word, all our books are His
How foolish of us if we fear that God
Has made no proper arrangements for them
Books are eternal:
Great blessings in paper and ink and page and leaf
For learning and leisure and wisdom and belief
May 8, 2024
May 8, 2024 at 12:21 PM UTC