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Et Tu, Poet?

(written w/JohnFeddeler)

wanna rattle the grave
and wake the fucking dead
with the fire i spit
between these teeth.
you know it's about damn time
that someone stands the fuck up
and speaks their part of mind.
can't keep this mouth shut
too many speaking of nothing
spending day in and day out
reaching for their burnt out stars


my Sister screams from the mountaintop,
but her cries perish in silence & sorrow.
her crudeness belies her heart’s trepidation
for the death of art, long buried in obscurity’s
grave. we revenant rebels, we few, still herald
the words of Oscar Wilde: ‘Art never expresses
anything but itself.’ & therein lies its true
aesthetic.

is there a tongue that will shout the glory that
once was poetry? a hand that will color the bare
canvas with an enchantment that will blind us,
that will restore a faith so long in demise?

give us something to believe in.
Rage! Rage against the dying of Art! [/font]
Written by BlackVelvetRose (Ragdoll Raven)
Published | Edited 17th Sep 2015
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