Ludvig Von Himmelstein Poems

The home I know
is no longer up the hill
from the lake and the woods
have over grown the path
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walk up to a wall
my self
on the other side
standing on a tight rope
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threw down the pen
went under the knife
nice to speak to you again
after summer's last furnace blast
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David played a sacred chord
And though he sinned it pleased the lord
But you don't really care for mercy do you?
He had seen Bathsheeba on the roof
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If ever
A perfect soul
Found a portal
to this world
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Be A Child
Sing a Song
Don't matter
What you get wrong
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Play my tapes
ritualistically
though they don't
often synchronize
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Master of the universe
King of all I see
Beauty surrounds me
Wherever I be
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To love
To wonder
To pursue
With imagination
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After many hours
On tortured row
My soul no longer knows
To ask for sunshine
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