Clary
Because of her soul, Fall was mild,
in hazy noons, light was extolling,
in green pasture souls were calling
she called me; and the sun smiled.
Upon the grass she sat on prairie,
one thousand rain drops of longing
and was her rainy smile imploring,
amidst flowers, daisies, and clary.
There our souls sing odes forever,
fly above Autumn calls of twenty;
we pretend the world 's not empty,
wind's blades our love won't sever.
Above the prairie fly white doves;
care to see her form amid flow'rs
and then as night adorns the stars,
consents our stares then, of loves.
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Monk
Monk
Battlements exist in every soul's burden,
adjacent to any isotropy advertent,
his destiny impends in darkened flame,
in Hades' Nyx - for Charon's fame.
A chill of lonely an unaltered sight
One tear only, his childhood's kite.
His companions fled to other lands,
tried to count steps as blindmen wands,
and failed; as their beguiled spirit,
egresses to danger, or wants to kill it.
and then Nyx came; a soul's indictment,
foolish it was, a buffoon's agreement..
He recalls hopes, cornered to their path,
a silver cross to grasp, as soon as wrath,
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Silken Sough Chords
Raindrops tumble on the hayfield,
embracing shapes of the evenfall,
her wraith appears, time to yield,
a pagan priestess of rituals Gaul.
She flied away to flower shades,
in time passage intervals increase,
as light vanishes, her organ plays
nightly spirits and stars to please.
Her voice velvet, rustling whisper,
in dimensions where queens walked,
where the petals left her fingers,
fair glance tears, in my soul locked.
Her feast follows Morrigan hoards
ascends the night in time stillness,
I hark her voice's silk sough chords,
in north wind's spreading shrillness.
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There is a small glen in the clouds
There is a small glen in the clouds
where cumulus receive nice forms,
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
Up there the Sun his golden crowns,
faithful rises to brighten morns,
there is a small glen in the clouds.
Strong currents sing solitude's sounds,
on glen souls bare of painful thorns,
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
The winds affray in gray surrounds;
air streams repeat some lyric calls,
there is a small glen in the clouds.
Beholden soul on glen, astounds,
a dream is remnant while it mourns,
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
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This Fog will Enter...
This fog will enter, dim soul's declaration, in your castle
All whispers, also hopes, one-dimensionally effaced
As if whiffs of supple, distinctive streams mist's subtle
caressing touch, envious, dominant, memory erased
A shadow was whatever you have always loved, thus
non-answered, of drought one-word surmised screams
this time arrived for internal beings, behave, surpass
wounds! Asternal formal kind words, rubbed-out wicks
You expected of this fire to be extinguished, matter of wilt
A whiff! For every entity of yours to whir! A senses' drift
Your time-falsity of a buckling grine. Of my bugle blare
As if a buffoon external spirit killed my eyes in your stare
This fog will enter in your soul's castle from everywhere
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Well Favored
On route I am to her fair eternity
expecting to see an isle to emerge,
Nymphs will bestow benign affinity,
and enamored Sirens will submerge.
In skies will fly fiddling swallows,
melodious laughter will fascinate
immaculate souls there to follow,
playful winds to dance and ornate.
Shimmering clouds white and such,
fast will travel to sway above me,
there I 'll recall one that so much
under same clouds cared to love me;
Well-favored, blissful and so kind,
aesthetic scenes, around invite me,
to fly in winds, with soul and mind,
dedicated nice to worlds inside me.
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Kissed your smiles
Mizzle paths become our mind's travel,
tail winds favor the sails abaft
besides our dreams kind to unravel,
a story that was built to last;
Old tales dropp off - forgotten die,
dimensions to escape open,
the solitude calls to imply
the lit wax candles end up molten;
The cold north wind whistles a tune,
strange in our eyes will shed a tear,
and shy our sadness - song distuned,
encounter odd will be t' adhere.
Same tic tac sounds from our window,
upon a glass stream down rain's aisles,
our eyes search for that old meadow,
where our sent rain had kissed your smiles.
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False Kindness
Kindness is in our power but fondness is not;
so do not become foolish for nothing sought;
false kindness transforms you to gray ash,
when all follow, pretention makes them bash.
You are kind to all without ever liking them;
they respond analogously values to condemn,
bending thy waist will derive much dangerous
brain's dark convulsions and anthropophagous.
Dark entities are born within people's minds
behind false kindness they hide fake binds;
thus when you accept their kind admiration,
in a hint of fragile logic, you enter probation.
And they feel proud in their frail ignorance;
so they say 'Darling', to a foolish audience!
'Today you write fabulous, (holy stagnation) '
'You bought a pound of hay, for inspiration'
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Sheffield knife
On equinox coastal unguarded brims,
forever far spent beacon's life,
small imperfection, a riddance still,
moon-flash on a Sheffield knife.
I hear his voices in this mauve dawn,
a resolution of his life's altruism,
the images he left before gone,
of odd Styx rife adventism..
One instant of hypothesis his glance,
a tragic wilt, distance of stare,
it was a never equation to solve,
a wine's spill, dim marquee of despair.
I 'll go away from that coastal of Aden,
assuming earth will be mine,
Sunday's sweet, mane of a maiden's mist
and a recall of a wilted sign..
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Bride
Aesthetic dame, long comb brunet of a Sibyl
smiled to me; Sightly to become so pleasant!
as all church bells were ringing sounds Idyll
with her captivating wed lace to me distant.
There she was! Her blinding smile iridescent,
Incomprehensible and great, her walk pleasing,
ascending slowly of steps fifteen; her scent,
beguiling in worlds exquisite and my feelings.
Amid the clouds she should walk, to glitter,
estimable virtue promising, was her glance,
my shadow - the sun was setting an omitter,
to her uprising walk of a splendiferous dance.
Escorted by retention I saw her; face agleam,
walking grace in a flowery conceived garden,
lowering eyes; reciting my verses in a dream,
the bride walked in nave and my verses ardent.
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