Derivative cold antiquities played, the sonneteers’ hallowed sacred heart, regretted in vivid age’s find; the damsels ladder forfeited the endless calling, and bade in tutored scythe, a damsel requested in cries: betrothed this dying friend a painless bind to your ply, indebted you’re cured with his love. To be noble in play, to own a supplants honor.
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You peachy dream
dark cold the
image for warmth
create each dream
capture loves look
eyes be you
love no fame
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Driven to distraction
Beware foolish breeze
Hearths embers flicker
Dry air ruse
Empty cello catch
Play fix drive
Scribe twice mellow
Loves radiant corner
Combustible cinnamon chia
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A nibble of the task
Static bills eat chilli
Layered crust filled mini mall
Foxy take sushi quay
Musk calipered pants
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for evermore
in the embers of her heart
to others of those
to those of them
grew melodies of men
smart to a quaint heart
for evermore
had he the boast
of embers in chase
giving too her steel
shone many a star
and her embers
in chase
be for evermore
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Strapping chaws
Why you knew
Thighs and ankles
Why you cold
Mittens and dreams
Why you fool
Thread bare scarf
You my why
Cold malleable trinket.
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Woven ways cross
morish bright hush
first mild sunshine
forecast lashes surprise
suspended lovers compliant
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I present thee with disguise
would be gift of her in bunch
floral my favorites to you today
of thoughts a many gift like you
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cusp
melding troubles
dancing on a star
not that far
this night
quite right
so hold tight
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With my silk tie
You’re ground to still
This cold night flare
My shiraz of heat
You entwine this lost tie
Give comfort to my soul
Replace you see
With bind i exhale
Taking a remissible kiss
Founded by jasmine flirt
I breathe life into the still night air
Relenting to a blindfold knot
Eaves vain squeeze for the cold night wine
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2016
Her sunlight faded and so had I
The back page to a glass-makers guide
My fad was to colour our ocean
Impress my aware that she be there
My lonely muse all shattered beyond a repair
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I was another petrichor day
The chattering bird’s be gone
For the melodies lasted in song
I don’t know why I used cat food
Don’t get me wrong I was not expired
It was just the label looked so fine
There was cuteness and other cuteness
All this in for the colour of my tummy
Oh how I would betray with mayonnaise
Reconcile with powerful onion flakes
They were to crumble with Tabasko
Blight I would have everyone right
Saccharin instead of sugar
Loft half a satchel with one cupful
Trick to this mix balsamic vinegar
This day I would hoe the clouds
Ripen my taste with a new gesture
Then cute colourful morsels I’d intake
Minutes to fame my heritage
They were gone for her shame
My reservations came from the yard
Even than my cat food the birds mistook
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Feeling the owls have surrounded your night sky’s. Forgive me for not removing them, they dislodged the light wall, your vast plasma and called me to rule wise. Tentative they reason should the view of life produce for the void, in seeing my own deep thought. But they hoot loud into the void, creating indolence for my need, of this deep black lake.
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2016
one cup of today
two cup of aroma
ten past midnight
rewind to a girl
tomorrow you reason
you make my cup
apart for yesterday
clouds bear our mittens
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I love my moon
the dark side i fake
brothers keeper and another
seared by her second sun
third moon Medusa of love
soon cold a fragrant death
her cameo a moon dust
of mortar my pestle
mercury an hour in time
left at setting minds eye
moon’s original artist
a death well won
her prize she knew
clamorous moon dust
parodies a baking recap
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Gems
feelings are ethereal
my feelings they expand
playing last years big shot
my feelings haven thy day
to love you in a thought
I will always be thinking of you
to remember my feelings
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Childish in quipped
Gesture be tomorrow
Lazy lust dreamer
Satin and silk
Yearning lustful sighs
Cheat my hollow
Embalm and silken
Recoiled with satin
Respite bountiful soul
Betray loves wish
Mummified chocolate swirls
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Profound beauty a cause for me
her love a tune to be lost so soon
my infinite white noise from a spinning Venus
your breath slips with my infamy
forgotten dreams in oceans of blue
with ebbing tides a hush-less night
bare feet and spinning hearts
it’s fit you are the one i love to hold
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Today my phone made my breakfast
Keen for a tune, thanks you
Enough with the bible
Try some cable
Soda’s nap’s and a relapse, opera and dope’s
That funny mate of yours
All I wanted was some breakfast
I’m now philosophies baptize
Retribution you’ve given me a new head
Yes shake and I grow dread
Ok this is me host of talk
And I’d like too introduce
Satan’s pen
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Nibble became the last to arrive
Leaving fond of natures breath
Small pastimes say you’ll dive
Every day last to arrive
Was to be included inspected loaded
Enclosed for trash almost hash
In retrospect nibble never lost to velocity
Brushed a unified devout saw before
Verified to gasp in disbelief
Nibble produced succinct late sail
So happened journey’s endeavor
Solely clever nibble withdrew
Blooming a twitch to morph again.
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2016
Duly I recommence with a beauteous counter script; ten minutes to a house of esoteric culpability, a wren of lovingness of sweet the sound, thinning blue no violet, yes the script calls to violet. Death bled your word, familiarity was cats play, show no mercy echoed their state of mind. Narcissisms cat knot the steady paw, had I learnt to knot before, pensive the mystique of draw.
Not now my owl, this purr you need resisting, looping like the petal; beauteously staving off a tardy violet shadow the static of calibrated sway the swing. Shallow of bring numb, the indent of heart, fathoms sleep in breath, mortician my wren violet in rasp of tender shallows, forget to lift in the scripted moon.
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Poetry write to my softest veil of air
bring to thy shallow her restful eyes
softly this scarlet insomnia of mine
mind’s eye write thought and trend
trace this tatter wholesome heart
relent your waking breath
for this night i can not sleep
my hours are of mine in dream’s of you
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Nookie
It had all ended after my invitation to this love were rejected.
Living with a need for fulfillment, my bad behavior suggested that I was to receive, and smell the coffee, this a heart of guild.
The unadulterated operation, in removal, to this day, became her seduction for lazer eyes. Bereft of my heart, twas no game, her loss of sleep need not remain.
Our incision come with a numbing to spare, for my vain i had not cared. This schism of how, for hour’s I’d burnt, an visceral was repair for this coffee did not come prepared.
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Flowers
Rotund swirls of maddened desire
weeping flowers fulsome
rounding a growing sprite
lays of angelic chrome and silver
fasten to a globe brighten sight
palatable lonesome uneditable they are
lyrically fastened angelic baby’s breath
glowing borne clouding nude
not a pear or sunburst find
handsomely her ardent trend
mea culpa petal’s befall shaded colour
faded and landlocked with youth
the lease to ones middling age
cupids wish inchoate of voice
chrome to monotone in longing a birth
flowers to flowers lying all to earth
stenciling out the forest unsung
informed worldly spheres were made
colourful round gestures flowers dissolve
uneditable lonely in love are they
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luna
Elation as in unfolding dismay; no matter, the words relenting to soon, fading hot belied and sauntered.
Though tunes may have resounded, through the midnight surrender, peace and a place in my heart were to evolve. To a languished tutorial, in distant, perils of a velvet moon, my absconded ferocious storm quelled in an angelic reprieval.
Of mermaids violet hue, in an oceans hold, mirrored to times everlasting song. Hijacking tomorrow’s arrival, oceans caprice, her Neptune at one without plead, phosphorescent in message, forever relenting a pause in oceans velvet moon.
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Scolded by inward colour the hues vividly meld colours rustic browns strapping blue’s and a pearl fetish buoyed from implosion street feet razor neat glowing pitch black piece know green know not green humming worldly sphere’s rather fragrant path excel conniption of light burnt sound and calming clouds dipping sleep boring spring soft muds found dancing to distraction out lined shaped by colour throws of blue and gold basket brown delivering flower’s
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2016
Lustful nights of crimson sunsets, in a reread artist alchemy of navigation, smite her heavenly hold, governed by traces my lofty, nautical miles. Loves brightest of vales, in shallows of braiding foreclosure, honey’s trickling eyes of hidden complexion, in souls deep crimson exposure.
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falling him
Fallen from her sunset blue
bathing with forecasted horizon
I collect her a bunch of untainted Star’s
those that appear first are close of love
not a love for you and me
for their destiny arises unimpaired
first to see the sound in-felt
nurtured from our soul to breach
healthy monsters will at ways stay
cant to miss the risen Sun
a soul can win if you have romance
monsters stay monsters and never chance
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The Albatross knows
He knows it snow’s
The Albatross
He sail’s in fluent air
I know you know
When it’s hot you sail the winter
And when it’s cold it will, all
be okay to soon
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Our Venus play’s to minor be accord
one blissful chime lulls peace and fall
her exact be a way to romantic call
in lit light ravens stolen death
paramount 15 percent then static did electrify
eighty five came the stars on flavor nut brittle pie
I tout up an extra ten minus the one
for black swans I miss her beauty
Venus redeem your tethered black lips
swing to her a careless rocking caw
this ring has inscribed let life fall
Venus bind interaction their setting lovers of domain
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layability
When asking the day
The lonely truth echoed
Resting into abode
My ashless grimace
She introduced my list
Bring me a supplant
Cruels your way
Left at harms way
Bring in the News
Take out the raven
When i have asked
You know the day?
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Eyelashes tight to dream
lashes long though embers bright
solid stars impaled with flare
each and every lash locked upon
a play betrayed with recourse
life to the invisible
and lovers, lover’s remain
uninvited by the lashes of nigh
your wished into daytime
over qualified for the hours resistance
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2016
Right I am in
Just another fin
What can I say
This could be my day
True this is soft
No pelvic rock
Just thrown fin aloft
And a glimpse of the catch
Beware of its thirst
A drift like a nautical hearse
A denomination by skin
Mantled by a rhythm within
I boast my mantle to host
Give good spell
A dish on a watch list
A prince neglected
A glimpse of the catch
No memory of a groan
The shoe fit petal
My malevolent dove
The glee of our room
And a tale you breathe
Posthumous is reward
I just stare at our loose latch
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2015
written in blue
bothering at lack my hospitable stolen blues
relenting to her supple soft pleasant fragrant plies
golden be these words to bring and bend
tenuous traces am a addict soft as felt in dramatic
a petals trace my displaced ravens feather
foremost a blend my apprehensive midnight blue
mismatching trending sweet supple violins surprise
there are loving notes attached playing you solely
leaving those hospitable blues to hollow loves quill
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Growing shadows are cast thin
longing for a midnight sight
betrayed by the moonlit hour
shapes unfold and wind
as memories flood through
along my path defined
unfolding shadows of a tremor
in cover of the nights gleam
knowing that her heart beat strong
I felt the warmth and radiant air
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2016
white knight
In trending days
love’s mortality
behind the Stonehenge walls
between casts of silver an copper
her wealth of heart did glow
a quiet knight guilty
in pigments of strength
blazoned with armor
lit light by golden days
demanding his imperfections
warmed by steel as way
loves palette belong him true
for land nor wealth
could he retreat
knowing a love
that steels in heart
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curves
Autumn’s warm gifting shadows
between the juvenile beauty of summer love
Mother nature brings before the desolate on-set
barren of pale coppery, golden, apricot and hue
care her before a frost bit night
with sullen smoke full-eve
proudly this i wear in rehearse
nestled within my Summer of Winters
a loving autumn day
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Dark Love
The wild she saw was an epiphany for my love, or lust. Although I had not warned to this fury, I did dream of her beauty. A wealth of golden love, that beauty sold in poem’s of place. My mark betray within, from a dark soul, for I could not show harms loss.
A love that is gorged on in a recital of futile wealth, never had I risen the words of youth. And never was I lost of your shadow, it play me to love in awareness, that hollow my reflective mirror.
Seasons renewal slow in falling snow, laying to shut out a canivorous heart, maybe if I made our time to melt frozen earth. The love that I have for wantoness, would cure and not drive us apart.
I say of hate and see no reflection, and songs voice echoes through my lonely heart. Shadows that dance from your moonlight, fill a world fool of me, a reconciled dream that plays from the dark recess of a loveless heart.
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