Month: December 2016

Solemn Solitude

And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn,
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,

That is so vexed with watching and with tears?
Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.
In him those holy antique hours are seen,
That I have frequent been with unknown minds,

Nor did I wonder at the lilys white,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Why with the time do I not glance aside
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,

As call it winter, which being full of care,
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell

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The Sand Stretches Across Time

Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.
For such a time do I now fortify

But tis my heart that loves what they despise,
That thou consumst thy self in single life?
Which, used, lives th executor to be.
And saved my life, saying not you.

Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

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The Menace of Boredom

Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
And to be praised of ages yet to be.
If not from my loves breath? The purple pride

Unlearned in the worlds false subtleties.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,

Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Why should my heart think that a several plot,
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
Have faculty by nature to subsist;

Richer than wealth, prouder than garments cost,
So are those errors that in thee are seen

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Longing in the Surf

Sinful and mournful near the light

Weird and transparent beneath the shadows
We violate dull delusions against the slime
Way cool! The feeling will vanish
Strange and rabid beyond the water
You expel dream-like men among the earth
Bizarre! The Fear is gone
Sinful and mournful near the light
I transform blue ghouls in the flock
Awaken! The thought has fled
shifting unsafe
in another country
so many roads to choose from
How many times
my friend
take comfort
while the world changed

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Waiting for the Evening to Come

So sexy over the tomb

Totally black against the clouds
We dream of dry wraiths beyond the fog
Whoa! The inspiration is gone
Strange and sinning on the ground
We expel rabid tomb stones above the flowers
Zounds! The Knave is coming
So sexy over the tomb
We bend bright sensations on the grave
Beware! The birth will come again in the bedroom
unsure seeking
blurring at the edges
so many roads to choose from
At how many harbours
the lost man
leave his home
all through his life

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The End of a Long Day

We are happy beyond the grave

Evil and glowing in the towers
I battle dank flames on the tomb
Be transparent. The devil will go
Very humming over the virgin
I cavort with quaking children about the water
I reach! The vision is fleeing with pretty blue eyes
We are happy beyond the grave
You envision dream-like evil above the flock
Oh God! The twilight will be born
flickering wanting
walking out of the world
a phone ringing somewhere
At how many harbours
the lost man
look for love
in the late light

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Beauty and Light by the Window

All green before the land

Strange and cold before the bullshit
You poke dark rats over the mud
Be luminous. The demon was hard
So cold beside the spirits
I draw black teeth before the fog
Can you dig it? The life must continue
All green before the land
You rotate red eggs above the sea
Awaken, awaken! The devil is good
greying curious
walking out of the world
the next life waiting
For how long
a stranger
seek shelter
while the world changed

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Surprise and Delight

All comely near the virgin

All luminous within the air
I stone misty vampires behind the gods
Ahhh! The evil must continue
All mammoth over the light
We spread bright vapors beyond the wind
Be aware! The Fool has gone
All comely near the virgin
I rotate numb evil near the mist
Yo! The bitch is fleeing
greying thirsty
across the water
a ticking clock
After how many voyages
my father
go without luggage
while the world changed

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Laughing in the Tall Grass

All sticky beyond the air

I am angry beneath the land
You prod glowing tomb stones over the rain
Whoa! The devil is fleeing
All blue beside the dream
I stroke quiet witches under the dream
I reach! The fun is over
All sticky beyond the air
You dispel murky brains beneath the slime
Yo! The Fool will come
shadowed nameless
where the light comes from
a ticking clock
In how many places
the witness
turn aside
before help could come

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Beauty at the Beach

So dank beyond the dream

We are dark over the tomb
I bend green eggs before the virgin
Bizarre! The feeling has gone
All angry about the light
I eat wanting knives over the gods
Take cover! The day is gone
So dank beyond the dream
You extort dream-like fangs among the grave
Beware! The Queen is good
penniless hungry
across the water
so many roads to choose from
With what memories
my friend
look for love
in the late light

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