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Literature
intimacy
fit to flow, I know.
emotions like a confetti stream of dreams.
distance adds persistence
doubling down on wagers of soft sin.
imagining where your fingers are
right now.
wishing they were mine.
your spine is the rough racetrack
as I trace sensations
eclectic and electric
from lip to hip to tip inward
cured of pretense
until there is no memory
of you and I as
separate...
William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.
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Literature
the religion of poetry
I am called to prayer
air thin with remorse
but the course is mine
and wine turns to water
daughter of creation
father of memory
the convocations call
invocations to tomorrow
built on frail yesterdays
and the band plays on
the melody forgotten
but the words resolute
William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.
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Literature
we kissed as criminals
touched
we touched the aching sky
and told our truths in sighs and tears
defending pain, decanting love,
we were all we needed be
but we were fragile.
agile and asleep
to rising tides.
I cannot set back the clocks
that cast the rocks
we could not evade
our hearts and fleshes pale parade
was just a target for the stones
that tore our flesh and broke our bones
and all the kitten kisses
faded amber.
the walnut shells
in which we hid did nothing
but make illusions of our hope
as we clattered, scattered seeds
down Newton's slope
gathering speed but moss
declined to join.
and we kissed as criminals
William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.
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Literature
The Samaritan's Empathy
another shepherd shot overseas
in the name of a disease called fear
grave men send brave men with bullets bought with your taxes
while the inner city is full of hungry babies
but its okay because neither the babies nor the shepherds
are white enough for the Samaritan's empathy
another Hispanic child sold into the trade
to earn passage to a promised land full of hate
the Rio Grande runs red with American dreams
fears manipulated to conceive, achieve, and relieve
in a placebo pharmacology paid for by billionaires
who want more than money to line their caskets
history is written by the victors.  dirty footed poets
and the spurned, learned prophets will have the final say.
William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.
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Literature
in the movement of light
writ here, and now, and under the movement of the spirit as sure as if painted in sainted kisses on the shoulders of a paramour...
as the season of apple harvest draws to a close, there are amomancies in the air. the scent of jasmine and roses. the slightest breath against the softest hairs. the clarity of the charity of the heart, light made white then bright until radiance dances on the very edge of the event horizon of time sublime. the soundless scream of understanding and acceptance as the dance begins again, the pirouette of memory and the frail blasphemy bound and found in the religion of a kiss.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
composed live, in one take, online September 28, 2018
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Literature
wonderlust
I shall lock away my heart
tattered battered shatter scrap it is
within a box of a strange metal I spat out in furious curious doubt
when I saw nothing of value remaining
in the faux stain of passion
worn like a cape of legendary beasts and hung on hooks of glass
I shall pass into the evening sky and never die
for Ka Latil is everywhere and nowhere
the ciphers on the doors are based on a religion
forgotten by the strange creatures that pass for mortals
out of a sense of misbelonging
valuing that fell from broken towers
like splintered tears on a morning pillow
rich with the scent of a woman's tresses
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Literature
in the beginning
the age of.
the rage of
poets
is upon us.
the sad glad madness, badness in Byronic whispers.
a religion beyond the mere fleecing of desperate believers.
in the beginning was the word.
we are the words.
the incantation.
the incarnation of the divine.
sacraments of warm wines
from the vineyards of the blessed and cursed.
the thirst for absolution
burning away the pains of
the chains of
the stains of mortal mediocrity.
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Literature
the cyberbeat goes on
I have seen the best minds of my generation
melt like crayons in the sun
and run away in RGB puddles
trying to find the Holy Grail during a fast
for the first time in recorded history
nearly every mortal soul can touch
nearly every other mortal soul
or at least a semblance of it
electrons rapping a staccato rhythm
of images and songs and words
and whispers of reinvention and pretension
in a world constantly reborn
more lies than eyes can comprehend
more masquerades and photoshop surgery
to peel away years and the dust of the road
as we goad ourselves to seek brutal freedoms
to lie to steal to deny to try to change the world
into our own image of ethnic religious political
hypocritical abuse of freedom where all we mean
by free is the right to treat others badly
we are desensitized by the unsanitized lies
on a frontier where the witnesses are blind
or just as guilty as we are, exploiting the veil
of photons and electrons and Babel’s bastards
out of this muck, we will arise.  
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Literature
Malevolence
the desire never really goes away.  it sleeps beneath the skin
like some alien parasite
waiting for you to sleep
so it can feed
with ragged mandibles that ooze curious acids
dissolving memory and willpower
lapping up the trace prayers
that never really helped
and now that it smells blood through thinning skin
it is ready for the next round
the final round
all life ends in tragedy
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Literature
Maquisard
this is nothing new, just another dilettante coup
ad men, mad men, bad men, selling poisons as patent medicine
for whatever ills you can convince us exist.  we resist.
we persist in keeping with actual faith and nationalism
built not on xenophobic panic attack but on truth and love.
you know:  liberty, equality, brotherhood and sisterhood
it is not down to guns in the coastal scrub
but the literary maquisard are in the yard
maybe we can’t block your Kristallnacht notions
but we can lay waste the landscape of history
salting the burned fields of your delusions such that
your name will be a slur for generations to come
making your “brand” become a fleur de leis
the wordsmiths hammer the bright weapons
rifling the rhymes and laying the minefields of memories
yet to be made into histories.  serial sex offender/pretender
to the throne where giants sat (some less deserving than others)
and we wait for your thugs in the evergreen hope of the maquis
where we hi
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Literature
light
that which we care to love
dare to love
ennobles us
enables us
disables us
destroys us
illumination or lasers
light is fundamentally the same
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Literature
desire on a sea of hotel sheets, part 1
even in the oppressive darkness I am aware of you.
your warm body heats the air as you scent it with your attar.
sweat and jasmine.  a call to be fed upon, feasted upon,
consumed without burning, the sign of divine revelation
caught and held taught in your laudatory thighs, your curved back,
your infinite tousle of hair, a snare for my fingers and adoration.
the curve of space-time wrapped in linens draws me nearer.
pulls me into orbit, but not to my fiery immolation.  not yet.
my blood roars and either you are oblivious to my craving
or brave enough to tempt a knave's ravishment in fresh feralities.
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Literature
confession of irrelevancies
the light shall fade, subsequent to promenade
in darker shadows wound unbound to confound
the mythos of the mysteries we trace embrace.
I do not clutch titled entitlement, ego spent
in unrelenting echoes of self-denial, the trial
proves what twelve people think, and a wink
removes an instant from the chronology.  we
do not exist, for all are singularities...seizing
the trailing traces to catch a ride with Apollo.
every outcast cast out to the gods of the desert.
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More information and poetry

I keep a few sites around the web, aside from places that just have a piece or two of my work. These include:

My original blog, the City of Legends
www.cityoflegends.com

My pure poetry blog (with hundreds of works), Amomancer:
amomancer.blogspot.com

My primary showcase site, with my works, expressed with the art and photography of many DA regulars, williamfdevault.com:
www.williamfdevault.com

Yes, I am a Twit! Twitter me
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And I am on FaceBook:
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And, you can find recordings of many of my works on blip.fm...

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amomancies (the magazine), poetry, and photography, largely culled from models and photographers encountered here on Deviant Art.  the best of amomancies...at amazon

the best of amomancies by williamfdevault

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fit to flow, I know.
emotions like a confetti stream of dreams.
distance adds persistence
doubling down on wagers of soft sin.
imagining where your fingers are
right now.
wishing they were mine.
your spine is the rough racetrack
as I trace sensations
eclectic and electric
from lip to hip to tip inward
cured of pretense
until there is no memory
of you and I as
separate...


William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.
I am called to prayer
air thin with remorse
but the course is mine
and wine turns to water
daughter of creation
father of memory
the convocations call
invocations to tomorrow
built on frail yesterdays
and the band plays on
the melody forgotten
but the words resolute


William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.
amomancies (the magazine), poetry, and photography, largely culled from models and photographers encountered here on Deviant Art.  the best of amomancies...at amazon

the best of amomancies by williamfdevault
touched
we touched the aching sky
and told our truths in sighs and tears
defending pain, decanting love,
we were all we needed be
but we were fragile.
agile and asleep
to rising tides.

I cannot set back the clocks
that cast the rocks
we could not evade
our hearts and fleshes pale parade
was just a target for the stones
that tore our flesh and broke our bones
and all the kitten kisses
faded amber.

the walnut shells
in which we hid did nothing
but make illusions of our hope
as we clattered, scattered seeds
down Newton's slope
gathering speed but moss
declined to join.
and we kissed as criminals


William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.
another shepherd shot overseas
in the name of a disease called fear

grave men send brave men with bullets bought with your taxes
while the inner city is full of hungry babies
but its okay because neither the babies nor the shepherds
are white enough for the Samaritan's empathy

another Hispanic child sold into the trade
to earn passage to a promised land full of hate

the Rio Grande runs red with American dreams
fears manipulated to conceive, achieve, and relieve
in a placebo pharmacology paid for by billionaires
who want more than money to line their caskets

history is written by the victors.  dirty footed poets
and the spurned, learned prophets will have the final say.


William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.

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I'm a poet. Ronin for now, making my way in the world. I don't write poetry. I don't do poetry. I coexist with it, some have even suggested I am poetry.

I can live with that. I have to. Because it is true. And that is what poetry is: Truth.

Favourite genre of music?
---Experimental rock
Favourite photographer:
---Mariya Andriichuk (LadyMartist)
Favourite writer (and editor):
---So many, so many
Favourite style of art:
---Surrealist, hyper-realism
Operating System:
---Mac OSX
Skin of choice:
---Soft, warm, ready to explore and share.
Favourite cartoon character:
---Daffy Duck
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HAVE A GREAT BIRTHDAY, WILLIAM ! :party:


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Have a wonderful and blessed day, dearheart! :heart:
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Thank you!  :blackrose:
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You're welcome, dear sir! Rose by SecretAdmirerPlz
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Happy Birthday!! :cake: Hope your day is going well! 

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It is, and thank you.  :blackrose:
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Happy Birthday! :cake: :)
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Thank you!  :blackrose:
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:) :nod:
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Happy birthday to U!!
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