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In my most weakest moments, I saw the mercy of Allah enveloping me like a mom’s cradle. It was in those moments I realized how close was The Almighty to us. It’s just that we never responded to His mercy.

— rebel x

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Joan of Arc at Hashmasks & Joan of Arc by LOSTPOETS

We kept the drinkables moving, for that would please the Bailly and the landlord; and old Laxart and D’Arc got to feeling quite comfortable, but without being what you could call tipsy. They got out the presents which they had been buying to carry home—humble things and cheap, but they would be fine there, and welcome. And they gave to Joan a present from Pere Fronte and one from her mother—the one a little leaden image of the Holy Virgin, the other half a yard of blue silk ribbon; and she was as pleased as a child; and touched, too, as one could see plainly enough. Yes, she kissed those poor things over and over again, as if they had been something costly and wonderful; and she pinned the Virgin on her doublet, and sent for her helmet and tied the ribbon on that; first one way, then another; then a new way, then another new way; and with each effort perching the helmet on her hand and holding it off this way and that, and canting her head to one side and then the other, examining the effect, as a bird does when it has got a new bug. And she said she could almost wish she was going to the wars again; for then she would fight with the better courage, as having always with her something which her mother’s touch had blessed.

—Mark Twain, Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc

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To her, my words were all fictional and my pain, imaginary— She saw in me a beautiful mind, a wordsmith, a musician. She loved the poet; I was the poem. . . #beneaththeveiloftime #lostpoets #haitianpoets #wissauguste #poetrybook #whiskeyandpoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ7v-ZQJgib/?utm_medium=tumblr

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For every rational line or forthright statement there are leagues of senseless cacophony, verbal nonsense, and incoherency.

The Library of Babel

If an eternal traveler should journey in any direction, he would find after untold centuries that the same volumes are repeated in the same disorder - which, repeated, becomes order: the Order. My solitude is cheered by that elegant hope.

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I Found Love Last Night

It feels right that I release the Poem that inspired this blog. It is a poem inspired by sight. Realized over a 7 hour phone conversation - energized by the sondwaves transporting our thoughts as the sun rose blossomed. It is a Love I Found in a Night and lost in a Day.

I Found Love Last Night

Last night I… laid on the couch

Closed my eyes

Put my mental in her manicured hands

We went on a ride

Disney Land Couldn’t have captured.

100 miles away, she took my manicured hands.

We explored each other – floored the prospect of becoming everything plus lovers.

Her voice hypnotized me; caused my blood pressure to rise and my heartbeat to flutter.

We spoke to each other

Conversed with one another

Twisted tongues together until they became tangled trilogies tightened our throats until finally the tick became a tock.