Shakespeare & Me & Slipknot (Week 18)

All’s Well That Ends Well…

Willy `•.

“My love hath sworn to me he is made of truth;
I do believe him, though I know he lies.”

Slipknot /¡\

“It took the death of hope to let you go.”

Me `’.,°~

Please—
be quiet…

while I unmake
this compass.

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Shakespeare & Me & Gin Blossoms (Week 16)

Sonnet 30

Willy `•.

“When to the sessions of sweet silent thought…
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought…”

Gin Blossoms >¡<

“My fear pretend… that I’ll never be in love again… It’s real to me.. but not like these fools… and not like this scene”

Me ’.,°~

i don’t break loud—
quiet knees down—
soundproof tears—
’til i meet ground.

until i fall away

Job 16:20 (KJV)

“My friends scorn me…
but mine eye poureth out tears unto God…”

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Shakespeare & Me & Damn Yankees (Week 12)

Sonnet 29…

Damn Yankees .¡.’-’,

“Can you take me high enough…
—to fly me over…
—fly me over yesterday…”

Willy `•.

“Haply I think on thee’ and then my state—
like to the lark at break of day arising
from sullen earth…
—sings hymns at heaven’s gate…”

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Me `’.,°~                              🪂

Heaven… hear me…         🪂
—lift me…
—not away from it…         🪂
—but above its weight…           🪂
—so love can fly…                                 🪂

HIGH ENOUGH…

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All rights reserved…

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