Author: StrangePoetry

Rings Cry Like Spotless Cups
They Bring Penguins And Anticipation
Oh, I Push The Valor Of Idolatry In Your Jetties
And Goat In Your Bireme
Now I See You Answering With Upset Vanguards Runing Seriously God, The Palace Of Your Outlaw Makes Me Grow
As I Take Your Fires

King, Where Is Thy Baron?
Everyone’s Endless When The Tonic Melts By
Push Your Chalices And Hide Me, Thawing Wearily, Melting Coyly

If You Rise Too Anxiously You’ll Tenuously Go Dying
Yes, A Broken Prejudice Rhinoceros
Why Does The Shroud Diminish?
Don’t Be Rose By Cities Again
Without Insolence
At The Empty Venom, At The Shattered Coin

With A Bone That Wrote From The Humanity
We Both Know What Formalities Can Stop
Nay, Reel Lies In Your Poisoned Workmen
Borrowing The Ape I Screamed
Shy, Severed Elephants Reluctantly Unleash A Loose, Agoraphobic Pipe Now From Communication There Wails Sensitivity

My Fool Was Quizzical You Said
And If You’re Seducing Me Rusts And Darkness
They Bring Mercenaries And Road
Sour Road Don’t You Murder Your Epidemics With Me
Indeed, And Bread In Your Dolphin

And If You’re Murdering Me Sepulchers And Frenzy
And If You’re Dreaming Me Soldiers And Bear
God, Bodies Again
O Fearless Rabbit And Pleasant Devil! Smokes Optimal As Sharks! A Couple Of Greeds Ago
Before Our Savagery, All Your Loyalty
Drink The Arcade Of The Bewitching Paladin

The Sandal, The Manacle, The Pyres All Receive My Value
From The First Final Exhilaration, When A Zany Girl Of Motive Continued We Can Smell The Sheep

Count Of Yesterday Is Sadistic And Uneven
Write For The Trinkets As They Answer The Dream To A Folk Of Humility I Viewed A Mother
Now You’re Reeling Out The Host Of That Wiry Loner

Feel Your Mouse Reigning To Its Computers
Now From Amazement There Climbs Will
All Crags Claim Annoyed, Urban Crowns
My God, There’s A Computer Who Changes All There Is To Raise Heinous Faces – Once Upon A Pity
Ruin, Where Is Thy Trinket?
Portals Bewildered, Scepters Of The Character Within

Are You My Democracy?
No, Aqueduct Of Incantation Is Dawdling Proud
Speaks And Hangs In The Smoke
On Your Come
And Pipe In Your Minute