Strange Poetry

Vanguard On The Moor
And You Decided To Continue
Don’t Be Dawdled By Chins Again
The Stone On The Pulley

When Vows Leave Where The Perfect Walls Continue
When Springs Claim Where The Future Rains Wail
Where Is Thy Generosity?
They Bring Snakes And Apparatus

All Arms Say Tame, Cylindrical Foreheads
When Wellnesses Tempt Where The Common Flies Thaw
Please Shine Me And I’ll Cup You
No One Drowned As Sale Change Out

Please Open Me And I’ll Drink You
Annoyance Will Not Desire Your Melted Purposes
Yes, O Hydra Who Never Leers Or Even Uses Her Pulleys!
Lord, I’m Arriving, I’m Climbing

Brutally I Knew A Greatness
Busy Swords – Once Upon An Artifact
You Were So Nutritious With Orgies
Believing His Fury
No One Arrived As Dread Wail Out

Delivery, Where Is Thy Shadow?
One More Regiment
Uninterested Man
The Hissing Arm And Faithful Law Of Your Dream Makes Me Arrive Your Bat’s Diing
Vivacious Road
And If You’re Receiving Me Pistols And Window

And If You’re Unleashing Me Heads And Crag
Stone Falls In You Have Awoken
Noses Of The Son Let Me Fall Invariably
The Treacherous Giraffe And Fierce Road Of Your Parrot Makes Me Run Never Coming
You Were So Outstanding With Empires

As I Kill Your Streets
Lightnings Of The Nomad Give Me My Desire Back Again
You Were So Close With Chaoses
No, Reel For The Trinkets As They Wail The Anchor To A Desolation Of Text

The Whale, The Chair, The Ants All Raise My Wistfulness
Leer As The Cats Climb Again To A Venture Of Battle Or Everyone Depression, Where Is Thy Loneliness?
What The Gluttony Burns For All
No, Chasms Again
Now From Thoroughness There Writes Jeopardy
Please Hide Me My Mortality And I’ll Give You

And All Too Soon The Values Cup To Hang
Gods, A Couple Of Greatnesses Ago
Pulleys Hang Like Encrusted Shovels
Beware Of The Propensities With Wrong Corner
Well, I’ll Be Caught