Swift.
The posed here. Where’d they be. In such a manner the boyish dreams should end. Of what they all know. It’s tell and show. What’d become of me.
The lush categorical denial. Frame set.
Go find yourself a drink. Awe!
The appropriate. The inner sanctum. Where nobody laughs. Where honesty retains value and persistence amends. Alas!
I ventured late. To know. An insolent voice appals me.
The wake of sleep. My dreams torn from me.
Remember not of thus.
The times could not end.
And she went ahead. For as of which I could apprehend.
The honesty stays.
What I’d seen then aches. I could not seize to know. The pious recent. I closed the door.
And her tears fell down on earth.
What little do I know. Of this and that and where to go. A latter day calling.
The gentle voice of summer clothes. To a merry moment’s remnant.
See the day glows of what she left behind.
The apologetic, far too kind.
I found a stare.
They’re near of holding.
To which I met. Regret. I am loneliness’ pet. What known of these cascading nights. Assured city lights of no end.
The concluding insolent way in which I know.
Dreams to which the rain go.
Repent on shadows
The leisure time squared faith feet
dead words frown in mythic stairs
a shadow grown in an at wonder
what is this, where are we going?
I dread the resemblance is fair
Beauty rare
Like shoes
A violet pair like blues
Singing in the dark
I fear I begun to lie,
Not of thus
Kindles brought shallow polite
clothes
Where no man could go alone
The woods grown
inhibits pictures in a lost world
the proprietor cursed
and I listened
They do I knew
Where and what
while continuance pervades
the insolent fool
with mere talk
I dare see
What an ease of beasts
The eventual mad cease
Such a tease
A shed, a glimpse
the maiden
lives
again
Benefit of the doubt.
The voice solemn calling
A choir boy’s falling
The enmity of pain
No gain
Inside
The all in vain
A shove, a shadow train
And I don’t know where I’d go
The parlour thrill
Upon the restitute Gemini
Cushion talk
Sweet walk
Prior to grief’s chalk
Wherein lies this look out for innocence
turns the edge off me
Pardon the indicament
For a lean on
You
There’s a miracle in despair
The loosing cone
Alone
Like blind shots in the air
Listen now
In pursuit of luck's banned testimony
the infamy of lacking
What bewildered guile of shadows
prohibits wander
grieves mist
thorns twisted
A property of denial
soon heighty winds perform
a sacre ceure
to the pale shadows on her face
grows clear with sudden haste
a mimmick to a shared
convolent process
shame is duty lies ahead
the leniant tendencies
behind atrocious private restitute constraints
and anxiety's plays
the amplitude of her waste
pictures profane beauty
Sugar caned
Aloud Alas A leaflet for the sunken
glorious think grant
of joyous giants
In morale swigs and sways
the certain days
of counted remnant cheers
In ways
I owe her
One priority to a next
The obedient layman's suit
a looting of the innocent in knowledge
I referred to soon
in a riot moon
to the casket renowned
for dignant pilots, revereries
festively stowed
laughter to the mound
of mythic lair's
I claimed
A sooth of say
The limit's to a pay
A reek of sullen adoration
in the smile lest hidden
for while best ridden
of the ghost walk
on nothing a knew
the shivered blue
Don't let them get to you...