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| The Day Imagination Died
by JS Wordsworth
On one holy, frozen night
by the dew of morning light,
Mankind broke His one delight
and so the wonder died.
Supressing urge relgiously,
Expressing hate for fancy-free;
So Man's peace had come to be,
Here imagination died.
Wonder, fancy, art and love
fell to reason, truth above;
Focus on but what we know,
To us the keys of life bestow.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
'Ere to sense, my soul to keep;
Lay your weary head to rest,
Sure that knowledge all is best
By logic's brutal hand alone
stop the music, burn the prose;
Break the heart, we're not alone,
It's no match for reason's bone.
All is dead, all is dead,
Alleluia Lord, amen;
No wanton wish, no holy dreams,
All's exactly as it seems.
This the day our hatred bred,
Where minds are clean and sin is fed;
Can you hear the rally cry?
Do you see the end is nigh?
There is no art.
There is no strife.
There is no God.
There is no life.
Amen.
~Revised 10/25/05
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| Inspired
by JS Wordsworth
Were I inspired
to show you my love,
Its bountiful gifts
from heavens above;
I'd hand you my heart
with joy far untold,
I'd give you my life,
All secrets unfold;
The strings of my spirit
would all lead to you,
A bounty of blithely
strung thoughts all anew;
I'd call you an angel,
Inside and through,
I'd show you the world,
I'd show the world you;
Your eyes are as wells
with lifegiving drink
If ever they spilt,
in sorrow I'd sink;
Your heart is my harbour
where safety shall bloom,
When life's tragic storms
meet love with their doom;
Were I inspired
to tell you, my love,
Your wings, they would lift me
to heaven above;
— But I can't— so I shant;
— But I don't— so I won't;
I can't tell you these things,
My mind won't allow
thoughts such as these
to come to me now;
I stand not inspired
to write you a word,
My mind holds the keys
my heart cannot earn;
I wish you could see it,
I wish it were true;
Inspiration comes not.
To you, love, adieu.
~Revised 9/29/05
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