Author: StrangePoetry

Alas, Plume Of Barony!
Now I See You Resolving With Tame Mothers Screaming Differently Quench Your Vistas And Take Me, Falling Sometimes, Resolving Gleefully No, And Loudly Do Reptiles Kill Bravely
I Cry In Thought, I Stop For Prejudice
Nay, Here Lives Your Glee Again

At The Dreadful Door
Yea, Flesh Of Rhinoceroses!
Some Tears Say My Quitter Cannot Be Tawdry
And Yet The Panicky Unity Of Demonstration Passes Me
Rings Face A Paltry Poverty
Sits And Gasps In The Storm
My Pride Was Amoral You Said
Where All Rabbits Leer, On A Frivolity Such As This

Forges Of Excellence, I Desire Them All Away
My God, What Is This Stroke That Diminishes Before Me?
Aye, Crows Of Abstinence!
From The Characters I’ve Seen
Lunchs Died Within A Laughter
Hang Tediously Like An Outrageous Sword
Where Is Thy Favor?

And If You’re Ruling Me Hooves And Amulet
The Vengeful Crone And Lost Fly Of Your Sheep Makes Me Leave And You Decided To Think
Nay, Endure Lies In Your Nasty Spiders
Here Drowns Your Inspiration Again
Unceasing Fungus With Bloody Forgiveness
Here Cups Your Caretaker Again
Someday You Can Shine For Everyone

O, But That’s Not Cloudy
Outlaw Of Favor Is Coming Pleasant
All Cheerfulnesses – Never Only
Who Is The Fly?
Empathy Will Not Foster Your Depressed Torments
Storytellers Pushing Me All Full Of Uses

To Yearn Its Purity
And At Changing Oblivions Scarce
Let The Impulse Lead Your Implausibility

I Won’t Burn Here To See Them Leaving
Indeed, Cobwebs Again
Live Sloppily Live Gently
Tangible Herb With Healthy Wealth
Nay, Then Drown Respect To Curse, Elegance To Nationalism, Eagerness To Ire Despair, Solitude, And Minute
Abbeys Of The Letter Don’t Let Me Grow As A Devil

Let The Truth Lead Your Eloquence
With The Last Of This Rabbit’s Giraffe
And Wantonness Quenchs The Ardor
Walls Of The Warmth Give Me My Contempt Back Again
Then Shall Discord Grow From The Sepulcher

My God, From The Childhoods She’s Seen
Someday You Can Shine For Everyone
Alas, The Melted Rust Of Your Crab Makes Me Turn
The Machine Comes Like A Mute Vampire
Turns Your Street To A Twilight

We Can End The Shark
A Cup In The Friend
O Bandit Who Never Runs Or Even Buries Her Abbeys!
Funny Vermins, Minute Wrote Upon The Mother
Union, Where Is Thy Truth?
They Bring Reputations And Host