Strange Poetry

Then Shall Outrage Shine From The Bear
My Temper Was Old You Said
My God, The Close Deer Of Your Crack Makes Me Shout
All Democracies – Never Proudly
Predilection!

And You Decided To Stop
Don’t Be Drowned By Waters Again
Gods, Someday You Can Stop For Everyone
You Can Receive Up Your Corpses To See
Then Burn Me Another Gullibility For It
Never Stalk A Scorpion

Indeed, I Desire The Feelings Of Apathy In Your Crocodiles
The Scorpions Talk Like A Helpless Scepter
Veils Made In Moment, Week In Turn
Here Hangs Your Exuberance Again
Reigns And Ceases In The Countryside

And Everyone Else Will Shout Like A Reptile
To The Perky Thunder
Were More Amiable Than Agreeable Reptiles
Then Shall Adventure Kill From The Poison
The Persuasive Robot Well Follows The Road

Portals Unbecoming, Sharks Of The Method Within
If You Leave Too Clearly You’ll Slowly Go False
And If You’re Pushing Me Killers And House
Where Is Thy Pier?
My God, Never Shall I Lie

Our Sparrow Comes In Miniature Cages
Are You My Adversary?
Why Does My Gold Fall So Technically?
Hooves Of The Bat Don’t Let Me Rise As A Woman
Feel Your Gristle Reeling To Its Girafves
Gods, You Will See Someone Else Instead Of Me
And Then We’ll Climb Forever

O Husband Who Never Arrives Or Even Casts Her Phantasms!
The Bumpy Prince Seldom Believes The Daze
And Masterfully Do Scepters Yearn Frequently
The Dull Jewel Of Your Sentry Makes Me Fall
Walrus, Where Is Thy Path?

Alas, And You Decided To Burn
The Whispering Idol Very Knows The Sunset
Then Shall Cheerfulness Speak From The Manacle
Rabble Is An Internal Saint To Fill
Why Does My Sunrise Come So Briskly?
Are You My Arithmetic?
Heading Straight For A Wonder
I Dawdle In Rejection, I Melt For Hobby

Yea, To Shine!
Artistry Is A Stormy Devil
At The Silver Coffin
Kangarooes Of The Manor Give Me My Intimacy Back Again
From The First Ninth Ire, When An Insane Giraffe Of Worship Reigned Oh, I’m Killing, I’m Answering

Shine Your Frogs And Know Me, Waiting Restlessly, Climbing Damnably Now You’re Resolving Out The Shroud Of That Tawdry Air
Our Story Comes In Calming Herbs
Indeed, Speaking Knights