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Lenox Impromptus

4/2/2020

 


Lenox Impromptu #1 — My Ideal Voice



It reaches far but is never loud,


it cuts deep but is never sharp,


It lifts weight but is not manipulation,


it brings peace but is not sophistication.


To the summit of high mountains


Below the 18 floors of hell


You’ll hear me


Ringing from the south.





Lenox Impromptu #2 — First and last words


In the sonnet of my heart:


A shame lost, Arose new men


To eclipses of day do praises report


See thy duty, thee, to enclose a name


Wherefore privilege blots the child


Our finest knights, loosen edges got.





Lenox Impromptu #3 — love on the spot


Thou vengeful curses and meticulous cunnings did boil my blood to air,


Take my hand, dear heart,


For I love thee again.





Lenox Impromptu #4 — “You shoulds…”


Be powerful, feared, intimidating, strong, threatening


Be gentle, patient, understanding, nonjudgmental, loving, giving, caring


Be myself, Be others’ expectations


Be useful, Don't Be useless


Be like the dude. Don’t be like the dude.


Be smart, know-it-all, wise.


Don’t Be smart. Don’t Be know it all. Don’t Be too wise.


“Be a decent human being…just not in the way I don’t like!”


“Don’t be a piece of shit, be the way I want you to be!”


At the end, I’m alone after all.


So, carry on 5300--


Fuck off the useless thoughts.






Lenox Impromptu #5 — I Am


I am a human being


I am a cocky motherfucker


I am a judgmental prick


I am a vulnerable flesh Blood and Soul


I am not a Brain in a vat


I am good and Evil


I am Richard II, Marc Antony, Ferdinand, Richard of Glouster


I am everything I can be and those 


I don’t know that I can be


I am a lover of the Honest, Open human spirit.


I am a fucking actor.





Lenox Impromptu #6 — Farewell Address


Friends, Thespians, Lovers, lend me your ears!


Hither I came to tell thee a shard of mine heart.


Hence, patience, peace.


O I could cry right now.


Dear friends, how many of you never shall I see again!


Comrades and friends, kinsmen.


But tis so, the winding clock of time


Doth crown the soul of our sad hour.


To joy, to sorrow, to yesterdays and to morrow.


By jove, set sail right under this clear sky


And May Good-a-night sleeps attend our pious servitude.






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