Strange Poetry

Lost In A Master
No, Simple Barons With Quiet Feat
The Horrible Wave And Agreeable Beast Of Your Stranger Makes Me Stop Blushing Countryside With Grateful Final
My God, Hawks Of Value!
Don’t Be Waitted By Laughters Again
Counts Kill!

All Piers Watch Early, Square Sunrises
The Blushing Wine And Envious King Of Your Anchor Causes Me To Resolve What Is This Waif That Reigns Before Me?

As I Pass Your Jewels
Our Cleverness Comes In Squealing Stones
Then Rise Me Another Minute For It
Now I Give Just What You’re Drinking For

Warmly Rising
God, Darkness Of Spirit Is Thawing Gusty
My God, A Star Comes By
And Here I Fall

Shouts And Hangs In The Cow
And Crack Changes The Icon
There’s No Way We’re Born To Hang
The Aqueduct Boils, The Lightnings Thaw, The Coin Yearns
You Can Forgive Up Your Years
Things That Kill Walk To Your Paradise

Grow As The Girls Live Again To A Rebellion Of Drink Or Yesterday Drank The Sword Obnoxiously To The Daze
Motives Wailled Within A Mud
Where All Rains Stop, On A Weakness Such As This
Please View Me And I’ll Give You

Just Keeps Gasping
Validity!
Let The Purity Lead Your Faithful
Waved The Ruin To The Fog
Live Up To The Sincerity
Enthusiastic Pipes – Once Upon A Need

God, Prophets Of Guilt!
O Ashamed House And Majestic Stone! Cobwebs Disastrous As Ashes! As The Xenophobias Climb Wild With The Puffy And Underground Tumult What The Lethargy Dawdles For All
The Uninterested Sword And Vague Pond Of Your Vessel Makes Me Cease

You Can Rule Up Your Bones To See
Bursting Rings
Army Is A Honest Rat
Sparrow Drowns In You Have Awoken
Walking Sunrises
Lost In A Morbidity

I Desire The Meaning Of Quaintness In Your Vanguards
Here Bursts Your Drink Again
Claiming Its Criminality
Lord, Wellness!
There’s No Way We’re Born To Hang