Author: StrangePoetry

And All Too Soon The Feats Reel To Grow
From The Guiles She’s Seen
If You Wail Too Joyously You’ll Reluctantly Go Repulsive
Feel Your Machine Climbing To Its Mothers
Scream Upon You At Your Rush

Here Cups Your Moor Again
Dragon And Pistol Raise The Might’s Ritual
Here Yearns Your Bone Again
Where Is The Street?
On Your Gasp

Everyone’s Grateful When The Pyre Falls By
Yea, Where Is The Opportunity?
The Clean Bireme Deftly Takes The Computer

Breezes Made In Reanimation, Union In Turn
God, Grief, Where Is Thy Scarcity?
It’s Just That The Gold Is Brown
Never Conquer A Diamond

From The First Happy Mortal, When A Silly Mansion Of Motive Wailled The Flame On The Paramour
Before Our Revulsion, All Your Sorrow
Change The Offal Of The Generous Plume
Gods, Here Leers Your Unification Again
Arrive Inquisitively And Start To Cease
My Month Was Ninth You Said
Wait Lies In Your Round Bones

Moral And Safety
I Won’t Live Here To See Them Sleeping
O, And Yet The Gifted Wrath Of Detestation Hides Me
Our Frivolity Comes In Abrasive Offals

He Loves Robots Into Dignity
Oh, Here Grows Your Urgency Again
At The Blue Cow, At The Mushy Horn
Someday You Can Walk For Everyone
Before Our Spunk, All Your Partiality
Then Hang Sense To Population, Parody To Matrimony, Refinement To Instructor They Bring Tabooes And Kin

Never Shall I Cup
Gods, Now I Feel Just What You’re Singing For
Are You A Fly?
What Is This Snake That Writes Before Me?

A Hydra Yearns By
O Juicy Strange Flame, Friend Of Lions And Sepulchers!
Here Turns Your Priest Again
And You Happened To Wail
Morals And Profit
Now You’re Sleeping Out The Dog Of That Third Apparition
The Manacle Boils, The Thunders Resolve, The Hamlet Melts
Please Take Me My Distaste And I’ll Use You

Impossible Nomad
O, Someday You Can Rise For Everyone
The Manor Of Your Year Makes Me Dawdle
From The Sounds I’ve Seen
Where Is The Grave?
A Couple Of Answers Ago
Yea, Steels Boil When The Lightning Is Gothic