I’ll perform miracles, lewd acts of nature,
ripple the waters
and make the Earth wind round in smooth rhyme.
If you believe in me,
I’ll buy you a sandwich
unveil my face, untie the lace
and reveal the secret word
that admits you to the party.
If you believe in me,
I’ll wear your crown,
I won’t let you down,
you’ll get your money’s worth,
unless you expect nonsense and phony penance, for instance.
If you believe in me
I’ll invite you to the water, salty to the tongue
it’s warm and I’ve been waiting.
If you believe in me,
What’s so weird about that?
So what if they can’t see
we are blind most of us, mainly
but sometimes, plainly
there is a crack in the floor of heaven.
If you believe in me
I’ll turn back time
make it speed ahead
or suspend its existence altogether.
If you believe in me
I’ll reinvent the wheel
make you cry where you never feel
make all things new under the sun
then I’ll wash away your tears.
If you believe in me
I’ll call off the revolution
close the mines
settle all bets
bury the hatchet
take off the black dress
and make a pilgrimage to your holy lands.
If you believe in me
I'll part the red sea
the 2nd sun will come out
the naked moon will rise over the stones as predicted
and the villagers will reveal themselves.
How do I know this?
When I used to know bandits, bullet dreamers, idle threats...
How can I be sure?
Because your face made me see it.
Because you saw before they could,
and past the daytime,
shine a billion stars.
(clb 10/22/10)
Can you tell me who I am?
ReplyDeleteCan you tell me how much I need to lay behind this old man?
Can you tell me what I need to shed the fear and free my face from the dreadful place?
It is dark and dreary and the world seems small and bleary.
But that is okay I guess because all in all life is best.
Life is like this moment now, wondering how I will free myself from my own self-will. Enslaved to a course that does not bear well.
So I say to you is this how it goes? is this the road we must behold? I believe you. But I do not believe in me.
sorry this poem really inspired me. I wrote a poem earlier, it was better but I guess it did not go through.
I guess the best is always somehow lost in infinity.
it is a joy to see how you do what you do! it is an inspiration for one who has nothing to worry about, never the less a son...
That is gorgeous :-)
ReplyDeleteBelieve me Cindy Lee, I believe in you. Your light shines bright among the billions of stars. A natural treasure with insights galore. Believe in yourself Cindy Lee and set yourself free.
ReplyDeleteThis was inspired by Patti Smith's book Just Kids. At one point she mentions how important emotional support was to Robert Mapplethorpe's work, and that if she could tell one of his potential lovers one important fact about Robert it was this: love and support his art. I think this is an imperative for us artist types...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece. Hoping to talk with you soon.
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