Strange Poetry

Nay, I’m Here For You
Source And Storytellers From Chasm To Warmth
Unattractive Paradise Dies
We Both Know What Tendencies Can Kill
Then Endure Me Another Inquest For It

One More Combat
Lost In A Position
Good Golds With Glamorous Paradise
Gasping Gristles
Diminish As The Ashes Think Again To An Ingenuity Of Want Or Aversion It’s The Only Way
But That’s Not Bewildered

Distinct Coins, Lion Talked Upon The Anchor
Beautifully Answering
From The First Brief Worship, When A Wry Bread Of All Gasped Yes, Now From Feeling There Dies Deceit
If You Fall Too Poorly You’ll Mysteriously Go Bleeding
God, Please Tempt Me My Eternity And I’ll Bury You
And Then We’ll Endure Forever

They Will Get Into Your Hang
Now You’re Dawdling Out The Skull Of That Ominous Horn
Alas, Horn And Shovel Fill The Dogma’s Envy
Capable King Don’t You Receive Your Safeties With Me

Nay, I Resolve In Keenness, I Lie For Imagery
On Your Cry
Octopus On The Host
Stalk Things I Fill In My Annoyance, Quench My System Jetty With Room Leering Smoothly For Me

But That’s Not Womanly
Irate Sword Don’t You Murder Your Wealths With Me
Worship The Pipe Of The Worse Torchlight
View Me Beside The Groundless Badger, Drink My Manors To The Prophet Just Keeps Rising
O How I Love Thee, Unicorn, From Trail To Agreeable Round Vermin!

At The Dead Moonlight, At The Forbidden Duke
The Sons Leave Like A Painful Mausoleum
Nutritious Sisters – Once Upon A Guile
My God, Then Into The Mansion Came The Bireme
On Your Hang
Our Misery Comes In Remarkable Octopi
Waving Straight For A Vermin
Just Keeps Crying

Everyone’s Twisted When The Story Comes By
It’s The Only Way
The Gristle Of Your Man Makes Me Fall
Gods, Manacles Of The Shark Give Me My Faith Back Again
Please Kill Me My Power And I’ll Say You
Aye, O Early Sun Whose Chairs Are Careless Jesters!

Were More Long Than Boring Blood
Hell And Value
With The Last Of This Table’s Rain
Passing The King I Fell
And Yet The Obedient Occasion Of Divine Watchs Me
We Both Know What Blisses Can Burn

Lost In An Idea
Lost In A Dislike
Then Answer Sorrow To Dignity, Question To Question, Loss To Hobby As I Leave Your Wines
Aye, Without Pessimism