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my hidden agenda (publc version)

some people want to change the world

we just want to change the people who want to change the world.


some people want to change the world
i just change to some people's world

huh. far-out.

people want to write a blog.
I just want to have more than I can keep track of.

John Keats died young, i think he was 25 years old
caught tuberculosis from one of his many siblings
i think it was his brother
his brothers and sisters were all struck ill
he an esteemed poet in the Romantic period
as famous and as much of a rock star as
William Blake, Wordsworth, Lord Byron, Shelley

He fell madly in love - tragically - with Fanny Browne
before hospitalized for consumption
catching it while caring for his dying brother, Tom

I was young, but I fell in love with his words and his legacy.

Soon I will write an epic poem based on his essence...

Soon. I will take a break from epic poetry and write an Ode
or a letter to a friend
who keeps it and sells it to
publishers without my
expired permission

like JKs letters
if you read them
wink at me so I know who you are.

Bright Star

Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.


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