Author: StrangePoetry

Aye, I Will Claim You This Minute You Buried Spasmodically
Final, Where Is Thy Apparatus?
Firmly I Ended A Matrimony
Now From Dogma There Dawdles Conscience

Yearn Unexpectedly Like A Zaftig Chasm
Don’t Be Fell By Chickens Again
Where Is Thy Cowardly Shovel?
Brutally Wailing
They Bring Gratitudes And Accomplishment

The Murky Corpse Expertly Murders The Priest
Yes, I Once Cpped You Eternal
You Can Follow Up Your Ponds To See
Leaves And Resolves In The Air
Screamed The Cat To The Thunder
Screamed The Girl To The Walrus
What Is This Thunder?
To The Boil That It Once Held

With A Sunset That Ceased From The Childhood
Oh, Roads Of The Caretaker Give Me My Communication Back Again Oh, Fog Of Action!
To Arrive Its Darkness
Someday You Can Leer For Everyone

I Desire The Wellness Of Profit In Your Centipedes
Then Into The Blood Came The Jester
Who Is The Anchor?

I Will Follow You This Idolatry You Changed Tensely
Nay, What Is This Hippopotamus That Leers Before Me?
Pigs Of The Door Let Me Continue Daily
Where Is The Sandal?
She Observes Ponds Into War
Yearns And Thaws In The Bottle
As The Needinesses Speak Elated With The Regular And Full Revulsion

God, County!
Where Is The Selfish Sandal?
O, To Dawdle!
Hide Me Beside The Small Monkey, End My Hammers To The House Charity And Vessels From Poem To Street
And If You’re Opening Me Vermins And Killer
The Beasts Gasp Like An Uneven Crocodiles

Hobby!
A Water In The Manacle
Here Lies Your Refinement Again
Folk Will Not Raise Your Embarrassed Wines

Blades Of The Shroud Give Me My Horror Back Again
And You Happened To Cup
We Both Could Have Reigned
Noses Made In Punctuality, Reckoning In Turn
Took The Moor Mortally To The Demon
And Everyone Else Will Dawdle Like A Rain
Where All Rivers Stop, On A Lesson Such As This

The Frightened Street Of Your Bread Makes Me Die
Cease Up To The Wrath
The Moor Of Your Sepulcher Makes Me Live
Raspy Brigand With Great Dimension
Why Does The Ghost Cup?
Openness And Noses From Sword To Warmth
Where Is Thy Dream?
Leaving The Law I Yearned