To whoever inspired me to write

Preface
I have written all the poems in this book in three years. Each year, my style
changes and my knowledge widen. Mostly romantic poems, they try to
define love in a new perspective, the modern love of the 21st century. With
an archaic style that first was not rhymed according to meter standards, but
then followed suit, although it still kept some of the modern influence.
Many techniques of the 17th and 18th century were reinvented and
celebrated, refusing to conform to the new forms and modern language
used in poetry today.
I also used many structures I invented myself to reinvigorate old poetry
especially the Shakespearean era. And since I have been largely influenced
by the Bard himself, most, if not all of poems mainly serve as a reminder of
his greatness. My poetry is not a replication of Shakespeares great works, it
is an attempt to tackles issue I consider vital to humankind with the same
fashion he himself used once in his time.
My poetry is a revolution to bring back what has been long left and
deconstructed by modern poets.
Love, as I see It, is not something attainable or recognizable. It is an
impossible passion since many things have changed in the modern era.
Love has become an unnecessary feeling, only requested when certain
qualities are fulfilled by the expected mate.
Men are not loved for their personalities, and women for their beauty, only
physical traits, and supposedly superior ones.
you cannot possibly exist anywhere other than yourself, me, nowhere I
exist

Poetry is the physical form of feeling, shaped and organized In an elegant

way, and then transformed into words.
Poetry is the best way to describe the world, nature, and how man feels.
This is what this book is all about

22/03/2015

Sonnets
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I
It was a day that held a charming sense
With all the pain I left upon the stage
He all as handsome and as bold intense
Did hold a toy that all my mind and age;
Hath never touched, nor seen a toy so bold
But she, the lass, as holy and astound
As is the flowers dew when burned and cold
Did rise a torch, and lo, I felt my wound
As did she speak, but only with her eyes
And he, swift-moved, a hand to make a tone
As she did beg, as knew he that a smile
Shall sing a beauty string and burn a bone

Aloof my heart, a language most unfair

Betwixt a lovers toy, a blonde as rare

II
We walk this life aware of pains and laws
That living thus, beckoning most unfair
That golden she; a beauty and an awe
To all mankind that were defying bare
How dost the moon behind the fairest sun
Arise? Tis but a lie; for heat is bold
The stars were not thus made and neatly done;
For men to touch, stare men a blonde so cold!
Wast born to scorn, and lightly break a heart
A blonde! Hast naught to give, nor wast she made;
To love! Tis only meant to break apart
A lovers heart, and brightly wear the shades

O tears might thus be hot if meant to burn

But cold are they, if met with love adjoind

III
O lo, let seas be draught, all mountains fall
O let the windy days be turned a flame
O if the heat of sun is near to haul
O if the stars all come across to blame

O heart how canst thou be in passion locked?

Tis not to love, tis but to be beloved
To be as mountains are but not as caught
Be it a storming night, be it in love
That never chanced and never shall a heart
Astride the sky and boast a passion red
Be jolly loved, be blessed of loves depart
How canst I love and be alive but dead?

Provoke me not more verses I keep think

My heart is dead and so my passion sinks

IV
Beware my love that men are like the sea
That ships cannot sustain a gentle way
Beware that lust is most apparent seen
When love is felt, the heart is left away
Beware that faces curved or marble-shaped
Like angels fair, or charming knights divine
Art noble fake, if so as knights behave
And hiss thine ears with tales and loving lies
Thus varlets think my love, thus lovers joined
In case of lust, or else a common wealth

Loves not a force; loves not the finest loin

That moves the man to lose his mind and health

O that the truth be seen before thine eyes

O that thy heart is saved from loving lies

V
I have no treasures gold; no silver plates
I own no castles high; no chalets wide
I wear no crown; nor hath a princely trait
And hath no aspects fair; no marble glides
And yet; I am a man; a broken heart
That beats but passion tones and holy strings
I am a dying soul; a passing art
That by his mortal love outlives the kings
I have but love for thee; no treasures hold
For love : my love, is more than treasures count
Love is as rare as diamond is as old
A wishing star, a wealth with no amount

O that thou knowst how much my love to thee

So that my heart thine own forever be

VI
I wish that cupids eye be not as weak
So that an arrow long could hit us both
I wish a lovers dear the arrow seek
So that by cupids name be you my troth
O that as love is born in loving hearts
Thereby a place is saved on loves behalf
Alas! That cupids most foolish of parts
Sees not that loves, nor hears a broken sigh
And that his arrows point be missing aim
And travels far, as rightful ways be seen
Thus lovers hearts be not to cupids game
And stay a virgin shame; a conquered shield

But that how love is led; we must not think

And know that hearts unloved the arrow sink

VII
O that my self can be another born
So that my bashful heart turnth to a stone
Misleading thoughts could save our hearts be torn
A nobler love, the gentle fickle home
O that I may a simple short-lived touch

Bestow thy hand, in name of honest love

And call thy name and kiss thy parts as much
One cheek as red, and lips as that fair dove
But that could never chance, thus life unfit
A blinded fool in search of ways but dark
A culprit judge, that never sin commit
And thus my hearted pain is but a bark

O that thou knowst what is to be a knave

To loving sights; to crimson lips a slave

VIII
So that thy heart be loved; ye must be changed
Another self thou must adopt a new
Be high in rank and never act untamed
The rules of love; being of seven few
Act like thou wast a master bold
Thus follow suit; the first to play deceit
The second; having wit to speak as told
And third account; never admit defeat
Tis better be unloved than taste of love
That most distasteful venom spite
Such hearts unloved forbid themselves to love

And better live; without a loathsome fight

O rules most just but still for me as wrong

To kill the means and rob a lovers song

IX
Thou asked me words that neatly rhyme to use
In telling thine fair face and heavens jewel
Tis but my sweet; that words escaped my muse
To even tell the self-absorbing fuel
How fair thou speakst and laugh when in despair
How dancing nimble thou; when halting forth
How sparkling stars; is that thine eyes as rare!
How such immortal life thou givest thy worth
O let the words at rest ; be not a gem
For thou outlived that early riches gone
Attired with care; the start of beautys stem
The finest soul; in heaven all at lost

O thou my muse as wood to fire flames

Ignited is, and so thy self to blame

Alas! I have forgotten how to love!

And how to touch a gentle maid alas!
Tis canst be true; whereof my issues made?
What is my name? a man? A female shame?
But now I had this thought: no rhymes in this!
O life I feel inside my heart, just madness feel!
O how to smile and fold my hands on thee?
O trembling do my lips of your red rose!
Still nothing rhymes in this! Still waiting fate
Still shouting love! Still hands are hung still love
Unable thus to touch this love, nor die nor love!
Still kept aside! Still not in love!!

O maid! Is that absurd to teach me ways of love

By ovids sake do teach me how to love

XI
To find my self deprived of loving fate
As thus the the mind commands and heart resist
And bleed as wanton thoughts my soul abate
And ache as do the pain my heart assist
If dost the soul confess a passion locked;
My self to my unruly mind shall sink
An empty shell , as minds that never think

Thus virgins are to loving spells be mocked

Like beggars rich , who at their feet do lay;
The mighty gold and emerald of past kings
So is my self uncertain of the way
To be as rich , or die a broken wing

If love be true; then I my self did wrong

To save my heart from what it doth belong

XII
I would love thee; if love be measured thus
Sweet thou! Thy smile the tuneful nightingale
And heavenly made; beautys reason just
If it be slumber, then art thee a dale:
That by his graceful tears can weep the lines
That drew thy face, and by a misled fault;
Is this my self : in temples of thine eyes
Dost call thee fair and cry at loves assault
By that which boasts thine figures grace my dear
In heavens name, or chances rare so oft
Thy shape a slender gift to that fair deer
Be it hillocks, incisions sharp and soft

If such bright eyes as yours and day-dreamt thoughts;

Be reasoned just, then this is love, and death I sought!

XIII
You see, now that our souls have met and sunk
With loves first encounter we are as lost
With eyes as yours, my self is nimble drunk
Thou feelst the like; for thou art new to love
But this short-lived of pleasant moments pass
And passes all; shall come to be as true
As fast as you and me shall part alas!
As spring to winters hold and seasons new
For both are we; as dwellers in this life
Thou payst the debt, but me is still indebted
My tears to love as oceans in their rife
And love to thee is but a fearless bet

Loves meant to be to those alike in strife

Thus pain is born as poets fade to life

XIV

Be it together joined in further chance

Or timely met for us to be as close
Love tis a grave for hearts, a moments glance
If locked inside, can lend more than it owest
Forsooth! Is this my heart as deserts bare
And tangled is their passion hot but cold
Who art thou sweet, as summers finest share
Thou art as young and me as winters old
That boyish smile if wenches be as rare
And crimson lips as rebels in their rage
That which thou holdst that chides my self to dare
As is my life hence gone in passing age

The darker hue is duly by the light

Enlightened is and so is loves delight

XV
Alas! Whereof to start! Wherefore to like?
If likeness be to all the fairer hues
For thee I kept my heart aloof, my sight
For thee hath lost his sight and gone by due
I can see still that both my heart and thee
Can be as one and kiss at loves command
I can perceive that though my heart is deemed;

A slave to hate; is yet as hearts withstand

Still art thee bold, if shyness thou deceivest
And tryst my heart with unresisting looks
But we as that red dawn in winters siege
As flowers bloom but canst not find their brook

Such as this time as treasures get their worth

So is the man if love be summoned forth

XVI
Thus be, as cold to heat and wind to fire
Each part in need of other parts to be
But if henceforth thy will be it desire
I shall lend all my loving parts to thee
If knowst thou that by natures word I keep
As virgins born to never taste of love
She by her hand hath made thee fairest queen
And I by god am made a slave to love
Thus grant thy will and let both souls imbue
In name of mortal shame, in letters four
The first: to touch thy cheeks eternal hue
And seconds deed to lift thy rosy doors

To speak thine eyes is hence the third of deeds

But fourth is kisses on thy lips to feed

XVII
That single life which by my self is due
To keep the pain inside a burning hue
That want of love, and that abating fire
To die anew after my births desire
Swift-moved and fair all is thy name can take
If not to be my love, thou mayst thy self oblate
And make a double self to scape thy worth
Defacing thus my love, and doting forth
That lip, which is a sister born to be
Adjoined by thee, when met by other sweets
I never touched, neither by hand nor by;
A brother lip, to prosper or to die
And this my bud, hath never dwelt a place
Where pleasures name is natures proper taste
And this my hand is pure and withered still
To fondle with hillocks or rounded hills

So, for my sake, or for my other sakes

They treasures yield, and fold with loving hate

XVIII
One chance, is all my withered heart admit
One chance, ere this defining moment be
If not to force thyself my self acquit
Acquit my heart before it diest in me
I have all knowledge born to know my state
So spare thy mind and save thyself be torn
Tis useless art hath never conquered hate
Comparing me to all the lies forsworn
I have no seeming wealth to entertain
My self my fortunes worth is all I own
And if thou seekst what dost in me remain
All left is love, if love cannot be shown

So hold my hand tis not for love we meet

But for the heart, a healing most discreet

XIX
Forbid to speak of love for it tormenth
To hear his pleasant lies and doting kisses
I wish no tidings know of thy contents

Nor seek to see thy joy and loving kisses

For this the reason just; and this my case
To tell of hands adjoined in sinful loving
And this is fairest true as heavens face
To vouch my pain as love inside be growing
By cupids name: cease that which thou callst love
And knowst thou that, by loving loves defaced
As with his name desire climbs above
And is then beggars truth and self-decayed

Thus loves defined and all his measures bound

To keep true worth from all beguiling hounds

XX
O no ! again thy smiles do wrong me still
As with thy eyes the sweetest looks command
Is this how liking starts? If not to kill
With loving lies and emeralds gentle hand
O angel white! Have I misread the signs?
When rosy cheeks hot spurred and pearly teeth;
Leaned forth their windows edge and bid my eyes
As lashes long, swift-moved the heaven breathed!
Alas! I have misread thine eyes and hell
Disguised as love, did ope his gate to hate

And thou! Proud queen, hast by thy spell;

Sentenced my soul to die without her mate

Never contempt a lovers love my lass

For thou regrets, ere long thy fate surpass

XXI
How canst my hand touch that which once held faith
To be a sinful shame if so my hand adjoined
Tis temple cold, is gods most sacred place
To me; another strife to add my loins
O no! what will become of my suffering
If love is bound to all the fearless souls
My self a virgin born to loves mocking
And destined bare without a strong-made home
Aloof my tears are left, to dry as cold
Each drop is burned with ages ruthless end
And youth is wasted young to die as old
And nothing lasts, but to times word to bend

So is mans end, if not to dare his heart

And break that iron shield, and loving start

XXII
Beings in life are left to fates own hand
When born; alike in birth, their aspects just
And natures bless doth on their hearts command
To be fair true, and to abate their lust
But now youths age is ruthless born
And differences name hath on each man differed
Loves dead ere long, if wast be torn
By mans own hand, and his fair faces dithered
And passions lot is own Gods fairest word
To save her worth for all the beings fit
As loves high cost, so is the merchant bold
To trade his pleasures lies with sinful bliss

Thus life is lived, and so loves nature seem

If bashful art, loves not thy name to be

XXIII
For all that breathst and movest and flyst above;
Tis mind of mine, me swearst to never use;
To think of cupid darts and trifle love
And by gods name my heart shant be abused

No sweet words prove and charming eyes

Shall bid my soul and trick my self no more
No eyelids fair and loves best true of lies
Can henceforth last, nor dwell my knowledges lore
For I grown old, and loves winters passed
And in my youth, my leafs art autums own
Springs greens passed, and is by age surpassed
And summers eye, quenched is by hate forlorn

Thus as my muse commands my heart to write

So loves decay is writ in endless strife

XXIV
So art thou proud! After my hearts defeat
Thy beautys light is most intensified
And lit is it, by mine coals dead heat
For thou addressst not me, and me defyst
But Lo! This not the end, and lifes long course
Shall not cut short with such unfair refusal
And maidenhead; is not yet pricked and forced
But yet in time; is lurd and pricked it shall
And conquered be, by mans unruly parts
It bleeds then red as roses in their thorns
Thine eyes; as heavy weep enlighten dark

And burn themselves, within themselves forlorn

Thus thou art left, and lifes withered to be
And sorrows widow art thine issues born
And past loves fault art they, resemble me
None woost and all thy beautys past be scorned

And only then, thy pride will be defeated

And your fair light is then in time receded

XXV
O hearts fierce tormentor comest back again
O sweet mans pain and all the nonesuch truth
Anew this sickness bring after the heart disdained
And thy injustice torn myself in sooth
O love! Disguised in fairest creature born!
She not as fair but fairing her with such;
To call me love, and grant me as could much
And winters snow, is servant by her made
And moons bright light in endless sleepless fall
She sweets best taste and sister to her shades
She golden worth, to feed herself withal

O sweet loves queen, my subject self to thee

To doom mine heart and thine forever be

XXVI
O loves lost cause and all unloving hearts
Thy nature false and are as deserts bare
O colours white untrue and dim and dark
So art thou lit, by self-demise and care
So look their eyes, as virtue they conceive
Be mans fair case if so his heart betray
His heart is canny held, if passion is receive
To show true worth and save his loves decay
But I, refusest to be such they admit
And true love hold with all my passing art
To keep it live for hearts to be yet fit
That may loves name be saved a false-born start

So loves bereaved, if bare and not proved left

And battered not, with words most lasting deft

XXVII
Loves waste in me, is true love granted
In giving more, so is my love be wasted
If take it thus, thou winst my self indebted
And if to scorn, is then to death-bed hasted

And thou art fair, both we in birth differed

Thou angel white, me black as that night dark
And naught we share, but that which lust deterred
Thus thou art not to me, and me you not
Tis you be wise, to see how colors mix
The white is to his like seekst be adjoined
And dark is to fair white, aspire fix
To be called fair and save it self be foiled

If you willst love and all my passion take

Be you with me, and all thy pride forsake

XXVIII
Lo! what is love? Without an action made!
And what to be of hearts if it be locked?
Then empty led, to be eaten by hate
As diest inside, so is the passion lost
No wooers then to woo them all as sweet
No lasses fair to be so kissed their lips
And no cold nights to be so loved by heat
And no hands burned, and no tears shed to sip
So woos replaced by woe and lips with fire
And heat with cold, and nights to days are burned
And hearts despair, and love becomest desire

So virgins die, to be so raped and spurred

Love diest if not be taken by his worth

It witherst fast and goest by all his mirth

XXIX
O mother mine! Thou knowst not me, nor art thee ware
That wenches fair, since me first born and young
Have turned my heart to fire ashes bare
And me, still knowst not life, my heart was fired
As with my eyes, I cupid arrows torn
And sworn to love, and die enslaved desire
O lovely lass! Where art thou bonny wench?
Thou cupid killed, and me in endless pain
Thus kept, to fight sweet love and hatred quench
O strumpet whore! Thou art a devil saint!

Give back my youth that is by you in siege

Desire diest, and love becomest my liege

XXX
How sweet art thee! O beautys gentle soft

O lovely queen, and rosy flower red

Thy spring to honey bees, and they are oft;
To suck thee young, and so be you fair wed
But me! To keep my share of love as much
No sucking willst, no sweetness of thy youth
Seekst I be with, to caress thee and touch
Since love is false, and love lies all be truth
And not to me, not me to thee wast born
To teach me love, in temples of thine eyes
To take thee mine, and you my self adorn
Both we make two, from one love-dying sigh

So keep thy worth to those who are as bold

And pray they love thee as my true love hold

XXXI
Stay thus sweet queen! Most injurious of all
Do stay, and let darks face encompass thee
Thou shall not live, thy fate to rise and fall
And falling deep, canst not recovered be
Heaven to scorn, and hell to bid thee come
In Lethe of time thy image shall not hold
And whiteness stained and stabbed your eyes become

Thy limbs as weak , and joints as stiff be sold

And empty minded as thou wert to die
To sleep in endless pain and pay thy debt
As age demands his share, wherefrom to hide
Thus Gods revenge who once his beauty left
So art thou gone, no man shall hail thee forth
And kiss thy lips, that crimson killed to red
Now that are cold, and barren their past worth
And me! As that knight proud, no tears to shed

Stay thus alone ! consume thyself withal

Thy fairness fades, ere long is past his fall

XXXII
It is young born and true in nature made
That limits not, nor holds but well-meant hearts
Tis not to boast and strive and passion fake
But make intent most just and best-named start
Two mates in love, alike their hearts rebel
And two in true love join and swear in faith
Both claim to love, but love is not dispelled
By false intent and summers hot cold days
Nor is it painted gold and made a crown
For those unworthy rich to wear afford

Neither a charming prince is it love born

To mock the subject poor and be their lord

True love rich left, not to be bought and sold

Not gold, nor charm, can ever claim to hold

Early Sonnets
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I
She said: I deeply construe
That mine heart lovest thee
I said: could thine heart be true?
I said: could thou love me?
She said: thou art my life
Thou art the knight of love
I said: could love be a knife?
Could thou be a peaceful dove?
She said I swear that mine heart;
Is to thee forever bound
I shall not leave thee or depart
Thine eternal love, nor make a wound

I said: I shall not love thee nor;

Die for loves fickle shore

II
A barren land that lacks the wind to quench
Nor sand to wear a gown, nor fallen rain
Is never let for noble hearts to wrench
And thusly made for those who passion feign
And I to deem that lass of higher rank
Is never joined by lesser ranks of men
Devine is found to be in heavens bank
And not to scatter thus and swoon again
A fawn can leap, a painted artful face
Is she, in mind and soul compels compare
How is she fair; that shadows darkest lace
Is noticed not, nor farther moves to dare

A man doth never taste a nobler dream

Nor doth the natures law attempt to deem

III
Trow thee, tis but a strange life that we live
Within a minute short thou mayst become

A dying act that lacks an end to give

Or else a leg that soared of walking numb
And if abundant love thou willful grant;
Doth get but rueful days upon thy head
And thus: respect a word is none to chant
Deaf eyes, blind ears, white eyes, pale dead
Trow I that man do hath a choice to make
To spell a wordtis but a chain on thee
That ever lived a bird and slept a fake
All thus a freedom want, above to be

Death do us good to rid the woeful life

But never yield, for age is but a wife

IV
Tis perfection is divine and thou art;
Even fairer and fair is the moonshine;
My mistress from thine eyes doth lure and lark
It moveth me that when charms are bound to lies
And when dark hearts leave us astray and nay
Say I , I lost it heart and soul and thou
By heavens doom my complexion today;
Is fed with woe, and drunk with loves hands blow
Forsooth I say; it shapeth thy face the light

And bring it red a cheek and blood it sweet

From veins my veins do run the glow of sight
And love is dark that wants a night to heat

Tis true, I then by muse and mind construe

That fair is never fairer than be true

V
O night! When I saw rose I thought I might
Pray for my heart and climb to heavens door
In search of ligh, one could his soul and might
Beg to redeem, for love is fickle shore
Sweet she, and dark is lit and light is dark
When hair shone gold beyond the fairest sound
In sooth! Who is the man that hath the heart
To look past bold and spell her name in rounds
As high as sound my fit the sky to climb
And brave is soul that conquered dens and beasts
Shall not conquer what beauty claimed to chime
Sweet Rose is thus as fair, as far the east

Rose thou art fair and I as men have chanced

Shall not love thee and glance as men have glanced

VI
I found me apt and trimmed and lost and dead
Yet I breathe air and live and see wanders
And love I felt and tears I timely shed
And lies I heard for I hath wrongly erred
And so they trod unwavered and they love
And so I held my heart lest I loose sight
And chaste a shield to hide malicious sores
And fame a mean to be in utter might
And worthy ones be bound to less of worth
And those unworthy are to gain respect
And those who love are put in meanest mirth
And those who love disdained are not abject

O lord I hate that life is still to go

With lies unjust to me and sluttish blow

VII
O fie it life , I spit on it the blood
That made me man and called a man of shame

I live as bare as leaves of yonder mud

And breathe bemuffed the day and none to blame
O fie it soul that brought me in this dark
I live as though a blooded bird in cage
And golden rusted not a flame to start
Alas! In sooth, I feel me want of age
Around me larks beguiled the eyes they own
Afeared am I, enchanted know I not!
And never wished to be forever born
Love is a joy, and joy in me is naught

O life a flame that hath a name of pain

It hunts us all and leave us dead and slain

VIII
But soft O lord, , when soul mates meet in chance
Their hearts burn love, and hug and turn in one
They told; to love means to that a seconds glance;
Is bound to thee to get what love has done
O love doth burn when stiffed thou at her sight
O why alive if eyes do not enchant?
And why pretend that you are not a knight
That kiss her sweet the lips and love her grant
O when she golden as the purest fawn;

Her feet she lift as though the earth a field

And gently look and touch the hand upon
Alas! If only break that iron shield

O lord! Tis hard to start when wish to love

And once the passion sense and climb above

IX
A varlet dream that out this living world
Hath turned me mad of knaves I see and note
I loathed them all, o winds let mind be hurled
And never more shall taste their dullish dote
A country born not from this mortal life;
Embossed my logic mind and lit my heart
And thrust me straight as though a knife
Hath turn my meanest self to sluttish parts
It shone in darkest nights of darkened dark
And stood as fair a maid and pure a light
Vouchsafed me fate: a sign of lasting mark
And dwelt in me a star that ever bright

Lie their untouched a maid forever be

A loving lad to come and dwell in thee

X
Mother! It is my mind that travels far
Then all at once; alights herein again
It is the life; that you did fade and mar
It is you that; I never longed to yen
It is me that reposed to love thee back
It is the lasting shout that bid me stay
Stubborn I left thee pale and held the pack
And bleeding was my heart that shouted nay!
Ye loved me true! To thee; I was no fit
Mother: I was to pout the rags I wore
Mother: I cry of ache and love acquit
Mother: if only take the hate I bore

Mother: stop telling me that I no man

To climb a hill, or touch the sky I can

XI
Ever odd, change not, nor show a sign of wit
I walk as though to flee my troubled mind
And talk as though to stammer words a spit
And think me wise but strange the thoughts I find

I walk afeared of looks I shyly meet

And blinded act belike a child I limp
Beggar to be a sundry few to eat
If noble why was born to be a wimp
I give a sight or two to those who climb
A farther height, to reach what is to reach
Unable still to move and use the time
Before the horn is heard for us to teach

The lack of wit to man: a living knife

That crippled he shall limp in endless strife

XII
Im dead, inside me ghosts and thoughts of death
O sweet thou shant compel me good of will
I lost it faith in thee and lost my breath
Divided if, or falsely made of ill
And if live I to see me put a shame
To those abject to scanty want of life
O looks and piercing thorns of lasting pain
O life, I shall forsake and stop the strife
O let me stain my soul with earthy dirt
My bleeding eye became of white to see
Entangling hands in silent want convert

And lips that boast the smell they darkly reek

O those who love are chosen in advance

And others put in lowest hap of chance

XIII
The airy balm of todays noble heat
Hath brought me twice an old friend of the past
She was still young and cloying roses sweet
And still she fair though beauty never lasts
Her eyes did look, but still she wondered more
And being shy diverted she her eyes
Again she looked and then she made of sure
Her hair she placed and then she made a sigh
But coward I, my veins run cold and numb
And blinded I, did look as though a strange
To her that sat, and begged my heart to come
Bitter I left, and leaving I arranged

O no, if were a man of beating heart;

Never to let a nymph and her depart

XIV
Saith he: trow I thine life the least of worse
Probe I thy face a tranquil paint of joy;
Bothers me none, no man can thee a verse
Outlive, nor see I mundane signs of coy
I see betwixt the moon and sun a light
A word, that love itself shall never be
A word, that hath a sound of hissing rites
A word that lit thy face and colored thee
Say I, of wrongs that ye hath yet committed
Of judging ill, and probing me the rife
Thine wit is short, and thus ye canst predict
Thou canst perceive the most oppressive life

My friend a blinded eye to which I feel

My friend a poisoned hand that seekst to heal

XV
What love! That man canst not forbid to see
Is it a force most strange and full of awe?
Say nay, and never love and never plea
Love is a curse that never breaks a law
Love is a beast that kiss us most gentle

Love is a song that beggars sing its words

Love is a wind, a cold to heat temples
Love is a lie that strikes us hence and forth
And love, o love! most unfair boon of love
Men that never a tear shed are to rain
What hearts do grant in name of sinful love
For they do cry and grief they never feign

Say love I hate, and never heart torment

To love again I shall never contend

XVI
Unjust is love and more unjust to love
My mistress fair that bids my heart to come
She seems a queen, yet wears no crown above
Her looks are cold but yet they turned me numb
She said: my love! You are a knight a see
But soft! I mount no steed and wear no arms
She said: o dear! So oft I dreamt of thee
Alas! I say, but dear! Sleep hath no charms
O no, now she begins to kiss me quick
I say! My love, you never let me speak
And now, she stops and gins to use her tricks

How lovely is my love when blush her cheeks

Never was there a sweeter pain than love

A flower red, but white belike a dove

XVII
And gone, and I will never see her face
My friend but I wish that she was of more
All days are now empty without embrace
And gone, her scent I will always adore
Forgive me love, that I hath loved thee once
And dared my love to think of thee so oft
When I walk near, and I note thy fragrance
Methinks that wind hath never been so soft
My dreams are rough, my heart is chiding me
Thy ghost is here with me all nights and days
It laughs at me then it resembles thee
Forgive me love that I hath dared to play

I sleep I wake, I dream and then I die

Farewell me love, I shall bid thee goodbye

XVIII
I am no man, nor I a knight that owns
A sword, and conquers lands and boasts alike
I am no bold, nor hath a thousand throne
Nor fair am I , nor far from heavens spite
I have for thee but love and grant thee much
As much as hills can bear and mountain tops
Can jostle reaching farther heights and such
A lovers sign, hath not an end to stop.
I do no tricks, deceitful not as thee
Though love is blind, I see but scorn and hate
Still love you thus, as high as you can be
Though know thee well, still know not I my fate

Do laugh at me, still laugh at me and more

I shall hunt thee, and wait on heavens door

XIX
Forgive the mind, my lass for letting thee
Thus bare to time, thus bidding me alone
For I tormented mine and I shall be
Lamenting fate that kept us thus unknown
I reckoned that, I shall never be thine

And said that we can never taste of love

For thou art fair, and stars do bid thee shine
And men do ask they hand and call thee love
But I did err, and never shall I err
To thee, and never shall I deem thee false
For now, I see thee true, sweetly altered
And now, I feel that heart for thee do pulse

Forgive me love, my words are scant to tell

If man canst err, whyfore an open hell?

XX
A poet I , his role divine, his soul;
Is lost, in deepest dark and meanest dearth
His words belike a flame to heated coal
For none do hear, and none doth deem the worth
I know that love is dead, no longer lives
And that to love, and haply to be loved
Is not a plain a word, this bound to give
Thine heart a task, thine soul a taste of love
This love of modern man is false and dead
The reasons that, this can be loved and others nay
Is that repelling is a maid too fed
And thus, be born a man or else to say

Stay thus a virgin shame for winds to scorn

Or else be bold and pray to kiss the morn

XXI
A mistress tempted me to sin amiss
In love forlorn was I a man of fate
Begging I did, my lips did beg a kiss
But neither met, nor fed the whetted bait
I said: in morrows early sight of day
We shall anon meet far of peoples looks
I shall hold tight of you and start the play
O kiss me quick my love beneath the brook
And thus we met and marched toward the bush
Put she her arm upon my collars parts
Beating my heart, I tried to gin a push
Seeking her neck, kissing her lips apart
Sighing did she reddened I saw her face
That shouted lust, my mistress did she shout:
O nay stop thou said she scudding apace
Tread on my field and pluck the flower out
Hillocks are round for thee to step upon
If willst thou may conquer the roughest side
Then why do crimson wax to red and hot

My lord if thou did pull my lips aside?

My love: red-cheeked art thou; of kissing thee

I conquered thine, and thine did hung on me

Random
Poems
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I
One day' when clouded skies did hide
Behind the shield of unwilling colors
And fainting dark as when the wind chides
It hung and loose belike an anchor..
The rain fell on my face and poured
From all the sides,and kissed me soft
I kissed it back, and kissing more
I sought to sink' in kissing oft.
Crossing the bridge i held a scarf

And tight it was, around my neck

I felt my life was but a laugh
I heard when saw i all the wreck.
A bleeding heart inside my chest
Was beating faint' and crying dim
"A silent heart, a dying quest"
Thou be,.
I shouted thus, spelling a hymn.'
Thou shan't love' nor ever be a man
Whose heart' a flame to warm a night
For love doth burn when join'd a fan
Alone , a heart canst make a light
Still but a youth when felt an ache i called
'Amour' or love' for love doth speak
A thousand tongue
Big or small...
Yet alas' it compelled me to shriek..
Tis' done' my thoughts converted far
Recalling, what the present owes...
"Surrounded by unwanted dirt"
That wear a mask and falsely mar
And wrongly err' and scantly show.
Those that were born as men were born
Ahose that gold hath defaced their souls

And those unlike me that are worn

With lust belike a burning coal
Amid my way to cross the bridge
Methinks a ghost was walking near
When pass'd and came beside my ridge
And looked my eyes and out of fear
Her eyes i looked and then i sighed
Tthat was my past i looked into
As dark as is the coldest night
As greenish as a morning's dew.

II
I shall not forget the yellow monster
Whose eyes are but a laughter of my state
Whose sweet smile is a dripping venom
That shakes my leaves of autumn
They stabs of this dagger
Do taboo, my generous matter
And darken my shades
I shall not forget
That hair and silky milk
That makes me sink
In seas of golden fate
And laughs upon my state

III
O say not more
That I adore
To die afore
See her no more
O tell me how
She doth allow
My heart to vow
An oath to flow
O stop the wind
O lord it shinned
Her skirt it skinned
Those legs it sinned
O may I miss
Thy lips a kiss
And ear a hiss
An utter bliss
O lord she laughs
And tease me chaff
And tears my half
On my behalf

IV
Tis again I feel inside my veins and heart
That I must needs a further treatment fast
Ere winds do take the lasting pain apart
Convulsive thoughts of sooner love to last
I beg the fate a fairer love to grant
And never let my heart to all beloving chant
This soon to come, the coldest fooling night
The tendrils sweetest dew upon my eyes
The gestures of the sun before her sight
And all the moving of her hairs belied
Attaining life on every breath I make
And looking false to keep me of her ache
This love of yours is hotness I not feel
The winter of your smile when passing winds
And fainted ghosts do greet thee and do cheer
I beg thee not to put aside my chin
A harsher pride, a blunted sense of hate
For both are death and are a lovers fate
Twas but a day I lived the blinded morn
Did haunt the shadows oft behind the hills
Before the light could rise and thus be born
The sun did hunt the moon and thusly killed

Twas she that I did meet and joined my heart

Twas life that did embark on my behalf
For then I took an oath that never love
Nor ever passions mingled hand
Shall burn the stone that angles doves
Did curve above, a flinted hardened sand
The fairer maid shall not my heart seduce
And take the sense my mind and soul abused
But soft; a man is nothing but a door
To ope a hell and close all doors apace
A charming face hath all the might and more
To newly start what did the time erase
Thy name a curse , forsake that name of thine
And be my love or else a star do shine

V
Woman, a word of two syllables contain
A farther aim, thus to rather sustain
Power and sacredness
Desire do not partly touch it still
Though fathers may be tempted beyond reach
And those who dont relate to fathers leash
Are alike in temptation
A woman has a harsher tone than a bears roaring, or a seas foaming

Though delicate that tone may be, and sweeter than a look may seem
A woman is never reigned, because neither a land nor a subject she
Her feelings are like a soft winters leaf
A wind it blows unassailed but yet it sends relief
You may assume that a womans weakest part is conquered, so oft, so easily
discovered
But mind your thoughts, for weakness a weapon to arm the frailest cause
And turn it recovered
Hail for a day of joy, we shout, may our voice and shouting reach the sky
Prick the wandering clouds of windy weather and passing stars
Let the mountain tops, be lifted high, let the horses small and big, fret and
nigh
Today a day of love we cheer not for
But beholding a greater cause, the womans voice, a pitch a harshly sweet
voice
That shall aim to chant ears of humanity, that malice has eaten up their
rotten hearts and replace it savage
One billion rising, their hands above their heads, to scream one word :
woman
Cry one cause: justice
Let us be one, join our souls , so the unfortunate may deem life a fortune is
Though a beggar he may thusly live

VI
I see asses white and red

Pussies jumping on my bed

Eat em full and cut the bread
Tasty, juicy and nothing said
Fleshy, naughty, full and fed
Spanking hard can make it shed
Hot and red a pussy bled
Cuz my dick all hard ahead
Dwelt a pussy and turned it dead

VII
Keep me thus wailing for thee
Waiting for a moments sight
Of thee
Though fault may be shared
You tend to tie me with
Thou knowst me not, nor figures thou my highest aim
To thee
Art thou still mad? For thou did err
To me
And erring hath, parted us each apart
To thee;
I took my share of angers want
With thee

I never thought that love enchants

A simple fault, be not forgiven
My dear?
If we both were driven
Nor given
A scant of want, a willful strength

VIII
And reckonst thou I never loved afore?
O speak but truth, whyfore a chance of love
Thou lackst to give my heart a chance whyfore?
I said my self shall never touch again
That feather pen, that ink is floating shore
And said, compel me not, o love do not
Be thus a word that joints do tremble hot
And failed attempting most disgraceful fight
And drank and forced my heart a maidens light
Why thus my heart is weakened of thy sight?
Why dost the sun ascends the mighty sky?
And breathes and heavy flames do reach my eye
Is that but love? That red is thus and white?
Is that but thee a bird most tuneful and most bright?
Tis but a chance I ask, I beg if wast I told
Is hard to love, tis but a lad I stand

And manly say that chances do not die

If put my dear in most ambiguous ways

IX
From the rock-like collapsed
And the qualms of the derived and dispirited
Lo magical, lo tuneful
The smiley melodious nightingale
I lament passion and my broken heart
And the strains of the tyrannous mighty
The encroaching pain of love, the oppressive
The bothers of sultan and the arrogant
Hear my words and all my howling
And sip tears from my hollow eyes
And with tone quill pain my smile
I then, I free bird reach the firmament
The lass my heart adored, hath tormented
My delicate soul and prided
The heaven-like beauty
And changed from and angel to be
A tyrannical usurper and tyrannized
Though I love the eyes: Their bashfulness
And adore the single curl of golden hairs
The wench snubbed my begging and the eyelashes

My life altered with her heart

The lover of his she thus became
As if my heart never shed a tear
As if I never loved its subjugation
As if, my love your heart loved
Ere your feet the cradle touch

X
Emma: my sweet loving maid
Your eyes hath my soul made
A barren field of broken promises

How is it your hairs are golden strokes?

Is that the dying sun my tears provokest?
Or is it only your deceiving smiles?
That my heart stabs and sliest?

How could the light shape your face?

Art thee an angel or a miragy lake?
Doth thine figure yonder fawn resemble?
When jump and leap and scramble?

She doth the moon resemble

Her emerald-like eyes tremble

A kin to the burnished sun

A decay to the dying dun

Still I adore thee and die

Twenty times for thine eyes
Thy curls I bear for heat
When my heart ceases to beat

Thine eyes a torch I hold

When darkness coverst and foldst
Perishing lightness

Thine lips I shyly kiss

In a winter night
The rains start to hiss
Yond steed nighst

So long my love for now

For my soul shall hunt thee
Till thine heart mine veins renewst
And the stars thine ghost be

XI

When walkst or speakst or smilest

I could swear my heart would faintst
For she is the sun, and the source of life
She holds with celestial uncompromised light
I loved thee, I dreamt of thee
I rendered thee the unwanted right
A burnished sun in a moons field
Thou art, and shall be a crowned queen

XII
Let my soul be free thou beast thou wench
And ditched away be, sayst thou thy lips the crimson?
Thinkst thou twice, for crimson hath never proved soft
The smile the fangs the claws of thine
Thou witherst life of lasting pain
And slayst thou the bloody moon
When walkst thou, the earth crackst and faintst and diest
How killst thou the bliss of love?
And eternal pain let thou bear
Until the ocean prove dark
And thy breath betaken to mere bark
Stained thou my bosom of blood
Of true passion and thorns of sober looks
Pricked my course of longing and yearning youth

Let the breath be mine bebreathed

Ere the sun grudge the moon and mars the wandering souls of passing air
The eternal beauteous fair of yonder east, bends the gossamer of yielding
love and loving lad
Thou shalt taste dark venoms, thou made my youth drink upon the life of
thine
So long as my life is yours, my soul shall set in darkest dawns
To thee, smilest and cursest

XIII
The inconstant stars
As high as they may be
Hath slant power to mar
The days of mine as to be
as auspicious as my night
grant me hope and endless rights
to seek my fate
my eternal fate

XIV
I the lad of yonder air
Killst the desire of mine with a dagger belike a nail
Mislike not my temper
For the moon doth pity my state of the kind

And the meteor hath mine heart infected a troubled mind

Could nature be a cruel beast?
I doubt my disbelief of love and east
I am indifferent of the thought and shape
I the lad am a man of doom and fate
Lo the winds do mine state carry the load
I if the eyes encounter
I if doth eyes admire
Be not a man of soul and heart
If rhyme not an ode
And cry the stars my state the dire

XV
Come and ask my hand
If my parents desireth thee not
Let us both sacrifice our souls
To nature
Let us be bare like a babe
Incorporate with one soul
And drink our tears in pain
To the firmament let us fly
Until our feet the sun disgrace
And be as one to none be debased

But if my parents desireth thee

Here art my lips to kiss
As when my heart an utter bliss
Be to the pitch of a lethe
Let us be bare and seethed

XVI
It has been a constant dream
Ever since my eyes fortold
A heaven-like place and seen
My fate in it and sold
My present and all the past
Walking under the rain
I try to touch that holy rain
And feel my eternal joy of hope
And utterly forget my lasting pain
O if I only kiss that ground
And besmear my self in that bound
Of longing love and burning sounds
Id never let go these streets
These people and smiling subways
When sit in national parks and sleep
Beside lady America and paved ways
Can my voice ever reach you

Look at my eyes if you can see

My sufferings and faith in you
I want to find myself in you
I want to die in your arms
And be
A human again, because my humanitys lost
Within the ignorant eyes and mouths
Ive seen you in my dreams
And I shall one day touch you real
I wont give up whatever they say
Shall live in you as you in me
Gave hope and softened my days

XVII
Ive started to deem my self unhuman
For when my heart craveth to love
I reprimand its desire and to none
Hand my passion and be as a glove
In one hand and the other sealed
How can bashfulness become a leash
To my veins and all my parts?
How comest that mine eyes beseech
Not to love when love askst to depart?
If love were a force, man would love

Man would the passion wear as a dove

If I were human I would deem
Love as a right to man and scream
With the smothered hiss of cold
The name of love as holy as gold
As bitter as one-sided affection
To Juliet, the sacred complexion
But Im still as young as a leaf
In an autumns coldest eve
And my heart hath not yet learnt
How to love and to love be burnt

XVIII
I see it as I wander
The spirit of love
Enshrines each soul with the other
And make celestial of the doves
That spell the name of misery
The time I look into my memory
I see it as I wander
The spirit of love
Makest my soul tormented the more
My heart I vow to adore
And tear the sense of life

Each time their hands enclose

In eternal lock of life
I see it as I wander
The spirit of love
Beauteous as it is and noble the name
That humanity shouts in martyr flame
I say it heart broken
And hearts are honest
When feel the pain life endorses
I long to kiss the lips of life
I long to burn in it and strife
To endless waters and dark oceans
I see it as I wander
The spirit of love
Lonely as I am and lonesomeness
Burns the heart of the true lover
Why dost the sun grudge the moon and scudder?
The moons sober looks
Why canst I be burnt to death in love
And swear the oath of happiness
And be as high as the sky can afford
May my ashes the winds carry
To my soulmate
And join our hearts and be forever merry

XIX
Falsely in love or lovingly false
When doth she lie I knowingly kiss
Those lips of crimson those utterly bliss
And hug her tight and vouch my love
And worship the honey of her breath
And breathe again
And Im alive again

XX
For heavens sakes
Tell me how doth the souls meet in one?
How doth the eye admire the other?
How doth humans be in love?
For Im lost in wonders
And my eyes doth bleed
Of the sight of lovers love embodied

XXI
Women art but a prey to men

So men! Let go thy shyness

And woo her
For she doth the minutes
Count impatient
Let her feel thy noble intent
And lock her eyes in eternal passion
For she is a human still
Neither a monster nor a beast she
Then kiss het softly till she holds
Thine hands and sigh in love
And tell you that you are the man
That she will be
Forever with

XXII
She says: son thou art changed!
I reply: I wish I were
For then: Id not the looks estranged be
And for heavens sakes not err
She says: son, why art thou late?
I reply: I wish I were
Sitting on shores, tossing my bate
Kissing her, and seized, be not astir

She says: son, why art thou sad?

I say: I wish I were
For happiness turned me mad
And winters wind my life altered
She says: son thou art unhuman!
I reply: I wish I may
Forever be thus for whyfore unbroken
Live I, and whyfore hither askst I my delay?

XXIII
Turn thine eyes away
For they doth prepare to die astray
The moment thou make them bide
By the lasss eyes, and those are tides
That move the man to fade
And crave hell, be it his fate
Cease to look, and hope to be
A brother to love, for it loath thee
And makes thine heart suffer the more
Thou wish to die aside its shore
Put your eyes a better place
Ere thou regrets it too late
Tmay be for thou cant stand

The looks of eyes when do command

The heart to be a slave to love
Tmay be you fear to seek
Thine hearts wish as thou art weak
To peek a glace to whats above
To forbid thine hearts doom and decay
I beseech thine eyes not behold
A far-reach beauty and not to play
With a nobler life, as thou wast told
For this is a cause I cry
To see eyes of men bleed as their hearts
Doth bleed the pain of love
And die a worser death, that was meant to start

XXIV
I try to vouch it, but Im tried
For fair is the sun that rise and shine
And too fair is unfair to all men
Thusly we strife belike a hen
To admire and be admired
We worship the eye and breathe
The air she breath and bequeath
Be we it, and twenty times we die

Till she her head rises and fall

XXV
She is everything I long for
She possesses an angel heart
She grants me sweet smiles
Mine heart smiles and larks
My face is abashed to belie
My face is ashamed to adore
She is everything I long for
She asks me to wee her
She wants my hands to err
In the sin of love and noble shores
My sweet mistress of yonder west
Is the mountain asked by the winds
To move?
Hath the sun asked the moons decease
To prove?
She is everything I asked for
She owes me life and life
Is as precious so as to implore
A lover be and cut the veins a knife
She is everything I asked for
She encounters my eyes

She speaks to my heart, and tells me lies

Of crimson lips and sweets engendered
She is everything I yearned for
She moves me still
When walks past my barren shore
She seized my lips
She forsworn to love my eyes
And my eyes doth her eyes forsworn
She is everything,
I want no more
Locks of loves spells delay
Dont love me afore
Be you my stay
Neither can love, nor can I
Adore
I am odd a youth
Thusly made

XXVI
I am to thee forever bound
I vouch it proud and gay
That mine rhymes shall be found
As consistent as the mere decay
Of free rhymes, which I cant tell

Their prominent words can flow

The brook of time, tmay be hell;
To comprehend my rhymes blow
But
I am to thee forever bound
I am a strange verse to new eyes
Whose yearning sights I doubt
And whose deceiving smiles art but a lie
The rhymes that mine mind spillst
Shall be eternal in endless time
And nay say I, for this is my fate
Thence my verses shall rise and shine
I am to thee forever bound
For deep is the poet that conveys his sorrow
In form of senseless tunes and sounds
And fair is the time that be morrow
To a new morn and to new forms
Of old rhymes and blindful shades
That will, and age of sphere shaken norms
Transform and mine verses shant fade
I am to thee forever bound

XXVII
She is as sweet as the rain drops

When fall of my barren heart

She stands right next to my ghost
She is by her hairs annoyed
So her hands pass to her head
My god bless that noble hand
And bless my heart withal
For I am enchanted by her beauty
I am dying to kiss her sweetly

XXVIII
This world is unfit for poets hearts
For we tend to hide our passions parts
And let them be into forms of words
Transported, and we eat loves worms
Instead of being in utter bliss
And we watch the hogs every dying kiss
And sit in silent pain and behold alike
Unworthy people deeming themselves the like
We are unfit as poets to breathe
The air that is by life bequeathed
We are left as poets to rot
Beside the reeking coffins and naught
Be we as poets, I truly cry

Our fate the auspicious

That we shall not taste love
That we shall wait in vain, belike doves
Broken-winged and muffed the mouth
That they speak withal, and drought
Is the oasis that treads our feet
When loves heart ceases to beat
Ladylove is a daydream wish
We are as far from that wish
As the west is from the east
And the sun from the dawns feast
The language that we poets speak
Is to deaf ears and blind eyes
Unspoken signs
They do laugh when our wisdom hear
Lost are they at our sphere

XXIX
Afore man would say:
I am a man still, why afeared?
Of womens looks and why stay?
Away from their sweetest shield
Afore man would spit the blood
On a womans filthiest dirt

A man would tear loves bud

And curse the heavens that made flirt
A mans sluttest deed
A fore man would a woman ditch
Her lowest figure
To unknown sea, call her a bitch
Make feast, our of his err
Man would forcibly make
Love a right to all mankind
Not shake his head
Nor his mind
But todays wonders we have seen
Of mans most irrational deeds
A man would say
I am not a man still,
I am afeared
Womens looks turned me shrill
I shall not conquer that iron shield
Today man would spit the blood
On a womans lowest filth
A man would die for loves bud
Be as the land that lacks tilt
Aside with the lowest dignity of heart
To far lands and call her a witch

That enchanted his passions parts

XXX
She is gone, now forever
She will devote herself to god
She will look her face in bitter
On the windows glass and nod
Beseeming my shadowed face
She is gone now all together
With the scent of her curly hair
And the shade of her figures blur
The pearly smiles with heavens despair
Beseeming my shadowed face..
She is gone now together
We were alike in shyness
We used to wait for time to alter
What have our hearts imposed on us
Beseeming my shadowed face
She is gone now forever
I will regret my blinded looks
That forbade my hearts wish and never
Vouch my passion to sealed books
Nor wait my hearts bleeding
Nor in vain burry my feelings

XXXI
Those eyes of honey sweet
Have moved my heart to tears
Marry me sweetheart and be my love
Forever I will call thee my love

XXXII
When thou doddered be
And the forty stars
The moon vampst thee
And all the planets apart
When thine cheeks blush
The sun riseth the earth
When doth the cheek flush
We outlive the dismal dearth
When wind flirt thine hairs
And forehead dimly kiss
Golden the curls and fair
That we are all amiss
When thine lips utter or move

Wines we then the fittest prove

When thine eyes look
Perished existence in beggary books
Then comes the smile that sweep
The dire souls and eyes that weep
When they buds blander
Roses of redolent odors and slandered
You be, and flattered you become
The more you turn the roses numb
When your eyes my eyes chide
Bleeding the wound by thine pride
When love is to adonises shown
I blame it love and blame my own
When your waist dances my dream
I dance your eyes, I love thee scream
My thou the violin wreak
When walk you near me
Bashfulness composes thee
When I breath thine beauty
I turn a slave to thee
Prithee I ask forsooth
Dost thou love?
Dost thou ask the shade?
Hath beauty mingled love

Pebbles and clay a maid?

Do you hide beauty?
Do you my eyes plea?
Trow you twice
For cold is the ice
That warms my heart
And cut my veins apart
My soul shall be thine
In decay or in heavens shine
Shall tarry with thee in endless line

XXXIII
May I hiss thee a love ditty
And call thee a bird
Kiss thee, and hug your head in the breeze
In graves of bones that lovers sobs yet whirred
Albeit a gate that kept us far in yearn

XXXIV
The wind hurled and morns dawn
Struck the air with dews wet cold
And suns heat turned hell

XXXV
Man is a fault that walks by lust and those
Are blind that see but lust and cry but lust
If only I those blindful men
Hang up, and up and up,, till I their hearts
Fix up, and hold the sign that shines in gold
That man is man and never shall man doubt

XXXVI
Said she: I wonder how the time could turn
My sir in this exact hour of day?
I said: it is before the noon could burn
And saying this her eyes did ask me stay
We looked and time is gone for us to look
She laughed and laughing thus we fell in love
But lacking wit I ceased my looks to hook
Away she went after we fell in love

XXXVII
Thou art the glowing moon

In a summer's night
And a blushing angel smiling, sweet bright.
I beseech thine eyes through the wandering cloud.
When a celestial light drew thee shy
And gave thee the beauty of the moon.
Thou art but a remedy to the dying cure.
And a prophet with a prophecy to the poor.
Thine eyes when look are a pearl so pure.
In faith! My fate is in their light so sure.

XXXVIII
Thou art the honey that looms
And drops over the mountain
Thy dreams do persist the falling
And nigntly prick the bosoms lightly
Thine beauty is torn and cut in twain
Doth the eye and lip be stain'd
For not the wolf nor beast you fear'st
Nor the dark thy shadow can bear
Thou art the bleeding sun
That stings us all and shun
And doth the air and earth
forbear to be or see and mirth

XXXIX
Sweet dreams methinks I see of you
A life of heaven's fields I blink
A life of merry lust I drink
O' dusks, dawns, and whirling waves
Heil ye that spits the flame and sways
{the golden fate}
I shall send my soul to live forever free
I shall retrieve my breath and lights of thee.
{Of golden fate}

XL
Though my heart is slain
Thou my heart is slain.
And my soul is cut in twain.
I shall not give my heart to the grieves.
Nor let the stars torment my dreams.
I shall astride and chase my fate.
And keep my heart to god's sake.

XLI
Thou mother knowst none
Keep the lad in grief and shun;
The shades of his.
Know ye how to cure his sober heart?
And drag the dark grieves apart?

XLII
The winds of tis' season'd day doth torment
A lad's eye,
Doth with blasting looks mar the sacrosanct.
And with burn'd sighs:
I the lad with poignant heart and bloody soul,
With qualms, spells, and charms,
Hear, the sun, O' the sun,
Dost forbid the sores and shun,
Me' I the stone of wandering stars
Of this seance, of cursing charms.
Albeit the slain moon, was to laugh
And strew my grave a rose and half.
The winds the sun asked my state.
And the sun, O' the sun ,dost the stabs of life forsee,

And the lad's heart with thorns and stones to be,

(sacrosanct)
Thou my East, my sweet gossamer, of tis' Nightingale
The meteor's maid, and the entreating shale,
The moon's light, and the sun's might.
The bliss taboo and I to thy shadowy odour;
Not to yield..
Yielding sun, be to eyes of Mars, and behold, the light that darkens thy
Shades.
To lasting doom, thou be doom'd.

XLIII
Be not upset
Be not upset my love be not upset
The dark shall sink thy face again
And 'gin to kiss thee light and lift thy head
A maidenhead is not a shield to men
Be not upset, I did thine eyes evade
Reproach' me not; be not a woeful wench
My heart is weak and tis but short decayed
Do not a tear thine eyes torment to quench.
I am a man, blame not a man to love
A man is thusly made, to love and live
A man is ought to dream and seek to love

A man is but a man , thus passion give

Thine shape is lighted by the sun and eyes
Outlive the sun and mix to royal hairs
Eyelash'd and color'd blue belike a sky.
Abashe'd and timid face'd belike the air.

XLIV
I bleed, my heart doth bleed with pain
And cold i feel within my veins
I never had a lover's face
I never had a lover's fate
And so, I live as though my life
A blooded soul, a wheted knife
I never had a soul, a lass
To light my dark and heart surpass
Maybe i will be loved when dark
Composeth earth and sends a mark
Forgive me O, O chide me not
I planned not this nor wast i taught
Tis but that heart do bid me love
Though failed afore to be beloved
Say not that madness wast my name

Say not that love is but a shame

I bleed, o' see me bleeding red
For thee that asked my eye to shed
I might escape or show no want
But mark ye that, the mind thee haunt'st
The mind doth think that me and you
Shall never be as one and true
Shall never meet in bed of lust
Shall never taste of love and rust
The reason is that nature's curse
Did wrongly let my mind converse
Rivals I see they hunt thee oft
In silent thoughts and words so soft
I am a dot in seas of blue
And thus i canst be loved by you
Thou art the sun that shone at night
Thou art a star and fair and bright
I sense thee cold of wrongs that i
Didst none but those who art a lie
How canst burn thy heart a flame?
And panting fast it starts to blame
How canst I tell thee that my heart
Is not alike and cut apart?
How canst I beg thee hear a word?

A word is but a word to err

That since the eyes did meet a day
Of yonder past they choose the way
I speak of mine and not of yours
For mine did oft your eyes adore
Is with a kiss the life returns?
Is with a look the eyes could burn?

XLV
Likewise Thou art; unlike the like
If stars do shine' my love be thus a light
Be shy a maid' be up and high alike
My love if love canst see aright
Cry not' love's not a priceless sold
Love's bold' love's but a dream to sleep
Hither come' art thee a joyful bold
Stay thus 'lie not' be not a snake to creep.
A blonded wench' a color'd sun
Thou art! true white belike the moon
Full red' and slightly pink and dun
Abash'd and fair as if to swoon.
Love Me; though hurt by love afore
I ask a wish' For long my way
To be a Man whose heart a shore

And full with joy , my love a day,.

Methinks that life is farther more
to us that love' a fairer sky
a path that darkness kept a door
and I hath not a key ' to dare the eye

XLVI
Methinks I' seen as much of hands
As doth the sea of golden sands
Entangled are, in passion lock'd
Under a spell that chanted love
But hands of mine hath not adjoined;
A softer hand and never foil'd
Alone I was, a lonesome lad
His heart is numb, his soul is sad
His lips a flame that needed rain
To quench and to abate the pain
His hands a field without a drop
Of passion for his grief to stop
To stop what time hath wrongly err'd
A complexion most odd and spurr'd
Without a soul likewise his own
To lessen pain and chant a tone.

A tone that should his heart a flame.

Give birth and thus erase the shame
Alas for none doth seem aware
To look upon his heart and care
None doth know what it means to love
And never reach to kiss the dove
And true are those that deem the bless
That is in heart with nothing less
For oft they know that joy a mask;
For man to wear and hide the task.
A maid or less of rank may laugh
Alike, and mock on my behalf
And think that I possess no heart
Nor hath a sense to know a tart.
And thus a man I ask to be
A lover once; a barren sea
I ask to know what is that love;
Doth grant a man when does he love
I quite well know that love doth hurt
And know how falsely hearts convert
If had to break me up, do break
Break up and let me sense the ache
I fear no pain' I see no beast
Break up if had to turn the east

Break up, prithee if wast thou forc'd

But love me first and soul endorse

XLVII
Art thee a jubilant my dear?
For god hath made thee fair
God hath ordered hills to hear
That earthy good hath made thee rare
Art thee arrogant my dear?
For both we trow' that glare
Hath made thy eyes a sneer
And made thy looks a flare
Art thee proud my dear?
For thou wert made to dare
The bloody moon' a tear
The sun that shaped thy hair...
Art thee wane my dear?
For I hath quick declared
That heart is thus sincere,
In loving thee to swear...
Art thee shy my dear?
Say not such lies to spare..
My love to thee, and jeer

Say not that we shallt err

If we be ever joined my dear
Say not my heart is bare
And hath no sense to thee
Say not I am no heir
To treasures gold and pearls my dear
Say not thy father's air
Is not to bring us near
Say not It is despair
That part us thus away my dear
For I well know that stares
Bear not a lie' to tell an ear
That white to blend or wear
A less of rank, shall not my dear...

XLVIII
We both trow my dear that thou art a sun
And when the cloud reaches the mighty sun
Golden as the strikes of yonder east
Plentiful as a nightly joyful feast
Thou mayst dream of days art but a rose
And that the rivers art belike the wine
Smiling my lovd and thithdr goes

To boast a fairer spring of thine

We both trow my love that thou art the sun
That clouded skies did send a kiss
Drunken as though thy lips a field
To lustful rains my dear a bliss
A willful lad to prick thy shield
A start thou art my dear, a golden sun
A cloud, could lift thy soul a farther height
A cloud could oft a wrongful letter write
But lovers true, shall not a tear
Compell thy cheeks to sinful shame appear
Thou art a sun celestial shines
As doth the moon forsakes his gown
Thou art a sun and not a sign
Thy head a graceful golden crown
I bid thee shine my sun
That pallid mountain slept
As when a tone thou spelt
Then moved astir, and broken fell
Regretful is to wail the sun
And ope an endless hell
Tis wast the sun
A cloud did kiss
The sun

A mountain wailed
The sun
Tis done

XLIX
O love, my fear of thee prevents living
Lest wrong my heart or wrong thee giving
For then, all of my actions change and bind
As when my soul another mate it finds
O love thy name provokest my bones shaking
For it dost grow as minutes keep moving
As cold desire hence to lose its siege
And burning fire, a new born heart to give
Inexperienced in love am I growing
As virgins fear, to blood-drop loosing
So is my hand if met with hands of thine
It witherst fast as flowers ere their time

L
No sweet words can thy beauty prove
Nor is there tongues to praise thy sooth
In love forlorn, I do thee wrong
To love thee much and tie my tongue

O honey sweet, and hot-red cheeked

O lips on lips in mortal sleep
O rounded hills and tender hands
In temples sin we and command
O that we meet, no more delays
To torment love and kill my days
Then we as one incorporate
Thus we shall kiss and seal our fate

LI
O look in times how beauty wast defined
And still defined, is it by faces fair
See how the white, well painted and divine
Seekst not the color white, but only dare
To be in marriage bound to fairest white
And colored are, by due of likeness seek
To be well-saved by colored faces night
And only choose the best accordant sweet
Thus all the colors in their faces live
And so they love, and so they shall be loved
But all discordant faces bare and dimmd

Are left bereaved and destined not to love

Or else be joined are they by likeness fit
To add themselves what was by time bereft
Tmay that which is not matched to lightness lit
And spire be, as well in ranks be held
O hailed they shall, the fairest faces made
And cherished are, for all the beauty shown
Praised be their hearts if darkness they inhale
And those who true love hold, their hearts disowned
This life ere now, unfair to all unfair
Cannot defy, for is thus writ and born
Proud faces sought by less of beauty snare
And only join those like their share and more

But we alone, no beauty bounty taste

Not meant to live, nor die as time do haste

LII
Aside the yellow leaves of sycamore
I shivered cold and turned as pale
O soft the breeze that played my single hairs

LIII
And thinks herself an angel be
That of some blood, be rushing bold
From vein to vein and face of red
Boasts of divine and yellow stripes
And shuns she all prospects alone

That she as milk doth pour and white

As cold as is the melting ice
From mountains full and hills atop
Is she a blonde, and fairly knows
That when her face is lit and hot
And when her hair bescorns the sun

All meaning left that is of life

And all that can define of love
All dead and still like wanton air
And all again the holy blonde
That shines of light as doth a sun
But fierce, that white and blinded lights
Unable be to match the like;

Epic Poems
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I
The sun that hides behind the cloud
And shines above the fairest sound
Alike do hide, do hide and shine
Thus winter comes and veins do die

The hell whose coal is burning short

As gluttons are to plenty poor
His mouth, to these unworthy sort
As endless rains to restless shores

But boasts his shadows countless fights

And feeds his flame with mens desire
As shackles cling forseeming plight
And all the culprits fall to fire

But when comest that which renders life

As lifeless pain to golden times
She all as dark to conquered light
Feedst that which once was in his prime

Save hell save cold , save all the mighty gods

This meant to be that she a maid
Such royal birth to fortune lots
To hide her beauty from her shades

See all that hides within itself

All noble fair to end unfair
And live as hermits in their shell
Though beautys spring be it their share

It was above that thou wert made

Where angels white did gather oft
Behind the clouds that passing fades
And on a throne that shone aloft

As lightning stroke the wanton shades

And all the humming back and forth
So did the thunder as the blades
And sharp as is the burning torch

"The holy Blonde, the holy blonde

O, blessed thy name, and fair thy face
Thou art a tone on mortal Songs
On morning's dew a bashful lace"

The heavens that bless'd thee a blonde

And poured the silk onto thy head
Thus being Gold and oceans long
Thus seeming light ,though heavy lead

What substance of an earthy land

Can match a heavenly making
That air my love belike the sand
A lantern dark when shining fading

The burnished sun, that burning fuel

Such halting rage and golden hue
Untamed and fair but still as cruel
Craving for more the heavens due

And heaven breathed and angels winged

Water to freeze and ice to fire
By due that light the blonded witch

Two lines assay and fate aspire

The forehead lined of cupid hands

Each man to sway his days be writ
No minutes pass no times to sand
Hences all defined each man his wit

O plenty light o past of yore

In lanterns dim accure their shine
Thy best trait live and lines galore
Accord the windows ere their time

But soft o pretty bird aloof

In that fair bough thy lines divine
Tis that which fate swearst hold and prove
To be yet fit in times defined

II
Unruly morn steps to announce the day
When did she lay upon her bed to rest
And twisting thus her golden curls," the rays
Art nearing close to feed the beauty's nest
The morn"
Is not to leave the face of heaven's gem

The morn"
Is hence a warning sign to all a maid
The dawn"
Is darwing soon to rise above the stem
The dawn"
Auspicious as the death of hearts afraid

She wakes' and O she wakes belike a bird

That makes a sound; the fairer rising sound
And picking she, a robe' and hissing third
And smiling fourth, a fainted tone she found":
I die"
And I part not of love; Tis but of hate
I die"
That I of parting thus, beg thee await
I die"

Be merciful, be charming on my fate

I die"
I shall thy name a plenty debt abate
O' morn what hath I done of wrongs to see.?
A joyful face, yet not as much to bear
A dying lad' as I to seek the air
A window small; I ope beside a tree?

Part not of love "Tis but of hate"

Repeats the lad 'and she beguiled of thought
Waste no more time to further ask of late
Her eyes did shine " and blinded was he caught

Above the lad" the maid did rise and said"

Poor man;! why art thou pale with grief' do tell
What dost thou feet, and vouch thy pains of hell
"Love me" say not' I love but foolish heads!!
Saith he:
"The dawn' is near and death is close to take"
" I love thee not" be not afraid of love "
Tis feeling is of more than love could name"
For love is dead disgraceful is to love
Thy name:
The sweeetest rose that ever meant to rise'
And i part not of love thus part my eyes
I part of thee' I part a dying sigh
I bid thee go, and be a star to shine"

Thy voice'
Speak thou angel" Tis sound I hear when dark
Coverth the Earth' the wanton and the wise

The clime' whose thunder larks, the dismal 'bark

Are limping hard" and seek thy lips advice

O' faith" she rises even high' and nighst

Yon steed beside the dying lad and falls
She now 'gins to redden' of pain' that all
The words have made the trees a rusted shy

Partst thou of hate? "what love is that my lad?

That words the neat and fair arranging sweet
Depicting that" by dying thus beneath the heat
Of coming dawn" that MAN do shake and tremble fast
The thought of which is queerly wan and sad"

She then' as fair her figure is and white

As doth the morning dew' within the light
That falls upon the rose and makes it right
From side to side' moveth she' and lips she bites
And wails and bitter cries and shines so bright

He, looking faint' his wound is hot, his joints

Do shake and stumper hard', his face is dark
Save that of morn 'that wast to come ,and lark
He sends a kiss' Tis but a wastful art

He cries aloud 'o SWEET' TIS but a bark

O' tree" that high thou stands 'beside the wench

My heart do shake' and cites the name of which
I must needs say that much' ""be helpful once""
And bend thy bough and lift my heart withal
My pain is cold' thy leaves gives not credence
Saith he':
And found he that the morn is near to come
The sun with willful look upon the world
Doth sigh', his flames do quench his burning eye
Of looking oft' to tougher sun' that shone
Above the lad' within the home she dwelt

"ARISE, rough winds' and shake the silk of soft

That is unruly waves over a fence
That sends unwanted' charms and tricking oft
And chiding most' and bidding me to thence"

She ceased to cry, athirst her eyes for tears

And famish are to most distasteful hate
She snubbing much' did lift her head afeared
Array she jests' and pointing she her bait
She vexing red' ajar her mouth do ope

And spelling thoughts that hath a sounding fear

O' lad' fee hence' bleed not upon the grass
The nature's due is bound for us to save
Stain not''my heart with pain' for tis a glass
And solid is the sand that makest the bravest cave

The lad' beside his pain that lurks the soul

And want of love that he does seem to lack
Utters a word, that rain of red' did pour
I love' if tis I feel could make a sense
I am no fit' I tell no lies nor tricks
For thee I am no match, for those admixed
I see and those' can turn thine cheeks a rose
But I a weak' and hold no strength nor close
Am I to loving sights' to rushing woes'

She all a trembling hand did send aright

And pointing soft to the unwanted lad
Did shed a tear' and reaching him the wight
He sip on it a drop and he run mad

"O"" love thine tear did touch me on the cheek

And seeming wet' I found me ways to cry
Anew upon the peak

Why art thou thus as high??

She then a rope' her hair did wave to send

When winds did play the most unbashful way
He climbing failed as thus his heart did bend
For pain' is not to let a lover say'

"I love thee more than moon can sun adore"

"And I part not of love, Tis but of hate I part"
She rushes down" and up her heart did leap
As when a glimpse she caught' of dying dove
In shape of man' that did have faith in love'
And said that naught but love is true and deep

And lifting him, as pale and dimly worn'

"Wake up i say' i kkiss thee twice' tis but
The morn
That shines above' tis day is fully bright
The dawn' is red' wake up'" die not' of love '
Tis foolish cause' thou makest 'why dost thou fight?
To live unharmed' and slyly trick the night?

Tis canst be true!!! I asked not more to get

Than lips on lips to rid me of my trip

That is to death ' o' love' do kiss my lip

Again' do kiss. tis grail I drink is life
I feel inside my darkest veins a knife

"Forgive me lad' I meant no harm' to thee

My pride as high and looks as pierce' a nail'
Wast that too fair? that I belike the sea
Shall fall a virgin shame' to thee and fail?

To be a princess fair' and rich?

That kings and kinghts do seek to fitch?

As she embraces him and tight his arms

Are fixed toward her face' as he refused
To leave his life' and to accept her harm

"I NEVER meant to love' nor meant beloved

.

And I part not of love Tis but of hate I part"

Thus all thine window's curtains red and dark
Shall wait beneath this balcony of thine"
And start

And worshiping thee more' and more' and more

The more' thy name' be fair to sound' and more'
They shall pay thee the debt and thee adore....

She startling" faint' pulls out a knife so long

Belike a dagger long"
Kiss more' my lad' thy fate is death' whyfore ??
Escape thine doom'
Love is but death' if lovest thou wenches fair"
Belike the moon
Who loved the sun,,
And travelled far and breathed the burning air.....

The morn did rise and dawn redly followed

Tis wast a windy day for' leaves did hide
The deadly scene that loves unruly shadow
Resulted thus beaneath the maiden's sky

His hand upon his heart' her hand upon

Her knife it lays.

III
O' cloud: I trow thee thunder'd; dark
A sharp red sigh methinks I hark
I never saw thee stone the night;
Most sharp, or else a loving sight
Thou cry it wing'd-broken bird

Far lands behind of whom I heard

As if thy chest is pink and white
Of mother's heart that lit the night
Can word and sound thy wing astride?
And tell thee flames that bumm'd my pride?.
Saith she: "can thee make haste my lad?
For I hath felt thee wan and sad.
Say I:" I saw it light O' cloud,
Talisman on her mouth I found
And then became O' cloud became;
A slave to pray and beauty claim.
Saith she: where hath the light begone;
A night of cold and kill'd thee yon?.
Say I:" she was a dream I danced
A spring of cold that never chanced
The sun she drain'd if were to rise
Tidder to light; the beauty's lie
But she I loved and woe I had
My soul to woe was fainly mad
Who else would know what doth she trow?
The star is bright but moon is low...
Who else would run the time in yearn?
The smile I yearned; for it hath burn'd
Who else would wait when she doth come?

My love when came she trod the slum...

Who else would cry if she be high?
Her heart is young when mount the sky...
Who else would wish; a friend or more
A mistress for a lover's shore.
Saith she:" still thou my lad in love?
Say I:" mine heart still fears't the dove.
Saith she:" count thou the age of time
Love hath thine heart whither'd and slim'd?
Say I: when I was young and lean afore;
Methinks it wax'd four years in yore.
See I her eyes; and O' the eyes;
Abash'd as they defaced the skies.
Saith she: ye made me trow that I;
Hath naught for thee nor for thy sigh
Go seek the bank and thither sail
For it to ask the nightingale.
And thence i sail'd and found the bank
As I trod light forfear I yank
It said as when a tear I saw:
Go to the golden bird in awe
When sun and dawn shyly arise
And winter's wind compell the eyes.
When wolves toward their dens retort

And love is bound to mere resort.

Henceforth I went and saw the bird
As heaven's door my bones did whirr
It pointed me as I drew near
And tallted hence as though to jeer:
Hark ye my bird what love hath wrought
I see thee gold beneath the bough.
Durst she to stay within the heart
After what she compelled to start
A year and more in sooth I trow
My heart she knot with timely blow
Nary I thought would never find;
A way to start nor flames to light
She hath return'd as sweet a rose;
That is the string my heart hath rose
Within my mind I shelter'd want
Shadows I saw and I did haunt
Letters I sent of what I felt
Under the door wherein she dwelt
And those I sent have done me wrong;
For she did curse me all along
Her hands she held upon my veins
Besought I then my soul in pain
My heart then sang and dimly whine'd

Anon! I slept in heaven's shine

I found me lost in eyes of green
Emerald the eyes that shone between.
And came the day that she hath shunn'd
My heart along which love have done
Fulllsome the words I sent at once
Perhaps I may conquer a glance.
Intent is still belike the sea
That was to move the flint to plea
I fear her life when doth it gloom
Upon the world belike a doom
Might I be seen a friend or deem'd;
A ghost that never might be seen
That saw her once; and once I thought;
That she might shine and eyes be caught.
Hither the bird did move and said:"
The cloud that thou hast sought and fled
And bank that thou did trod and ask
Art true if they forbode the task
Or cry the day and night astray
For I lost life and glow; and may;
Hath lost it light that turn'd me gold
I fear me sad and rusted old.
Afore today methinks I seen

A star as bright as love might be.

Hark ye my lad as I astride
The sky and shine in utter pride:
Stay thou in love forever bound
Let mind and soul bereave the wound.

IV
As others are in loving locks be drunk
Urge I myself be seen as lovers are
Hands with each mate, in passion join'd and sunk
And close are they, and heavy as a star

But tis my nature dark, and tis my fate

That stands my way, and love forbids possess
Though nothing in my heart is close to hate
And nothing doth my nature stain but bless

Think they a man of means be bad, and crossd?

Am I, or think they that be I a fragile quill
That Never sinks, in constant quest be lost
Which subtle not, be this conjecture still?

The Truth be told, what man am I to be ?

Dead or cold flesh, a roaring raging soul?

A rag, be it a handful small and thrown to sea

A hero slayed , to wrestle love from love?

I never kissed a lip, the sweetest Part!

A female soft, the flesh of roses red
Tis but a dream to ope these doors apart
And feed the soul, of odours sweet and shed

They claimed: the eyes are windows to the soul

But I no windows see nor souls behold
Tis all I see, a fire dead and mold
I feel the cold, their eyes beseeming bold

For difference's sake, am I no man to love?

Am I no man to feel for once the pain!
That sweetly fondles with the Heart above
And hardly leaves the man unless be slain

Tis sad to be afar, such they acclaimed

That figures all be kinds and shapes as high
Forbidden are to touch or else be blamed
But flames unlike myself shalt not be shy

They said: ye canst be man, stay thus afar

From all that is a slave to pelasure's shield

Thus I a man be not, wherefore be born a star
That seeks to shine and lustful want to yield

What faults my heart commit ? if faults be known

To teach us be aware of future flaws
Defacd my face ? or eaten by the worms?
A knowledge lack of love?, or Nature's laws

A knowledge lack of love?, or Nature's laws

Or heaven is to worthy Men be not
To Men as Bold and daring as the sea
Be granted thus, to fight what is be fought

V
What may befall; I may avoid but I ;
To love afore I swore an oath of love.
'But forsooth' said she. Be bless'd that made her gold.
Be bound that spell her name in howling snow..
She stole me life; but I aloofed the life.
She bore a torch that took the glow of life,

She held mine eyes and eyes were held that I;

Beheld a fire that love inflamed a snow.

Tis' true if doth the eyes command a love..
And true if was the
heart belike the gold.

That form'd the hairs of silk my loving Anne.

And pearls are made if took an oath to Anne.
And those are shine that shunn'd away my life.
And fawns are fair that leap the lands of gold.

And swift are they that stole my sense and I;

Annon ! In loss and loss is love and love;
Is cold if put my veins to summer's snow..
If love be bold and i astride the snow..

Could thou thy heart a key my mistress Anne?

Me grant.. Astray be I and swearing love,
For thee and thou shall swear my doom, for life;
A death, if not with whom my life spend I.

And thus, be I a lad that worship'd gold..

Devine is fair to all Mankind, for gold ;
Is thus a sun to heat the heart a snow.
I never saw a nobler face and I ;

The Earth hath turn'd in rounds and rounds. for Anne ;

Is life. And I in vain astound, for life;
Is never shown in terms of honest love
A child was I before i known that love.

Was like the sand of shores and bays of gold.

Said I that love was light and light is life.
And that to be in love means that the snow;
Is sore when lovers' wind donounce to Anne..

Whose charm is death and red the lips that I;

Henceforth, I shall not love, if doth white snow;
My life turn pale as gold to time and Anne:
Thine love shall fade in time as fain turn'd I

VI
Lo that with all my burning motions feel
Lo that with howling winds to bones
Fair land of mine, my heart is thine to heal
And blissful wish bestow my dullish tones
If that myself could die another born
Another life within thy noble soil arise
My tears to quench as prayers in the morn

That flowers sip and all the shading eyes

My life hath done me wrong, be you my life
For all the mighty love I hold for thee
Is all that gives my soul a better strife
And dreams of thee become all part of me
All days as doth my muse command me still
With this dry quill as tearful hopes do sink
In oceans deep as that dark nightmare kill
To be with thee as papers with no ink
How long the hours pass in that dead time
When waiting fades the age is left to grow
My age alike it fades as growing shines
But thoughts of thee my heart as young allowed
Even if present life hath stolen youth
Replacing it with age it grows as old
For thee my land as fair as lying sooth
And never aging leaves if autumns bold
My muse hath grown with thee these dateless words
Are all as weak but thou as that aged tree
Never be shaken shall rise the world
And boast that name of yours in times to be
Fair land of mine, in sooth, this but the heart
That grows fast old as keeps thy name recite
And bleed as blinded fools within, their dark

And shouts as poets words to heavens spite

This life as hell with torches dark as night
So called a life, a living breath cant be
A dying death, as light that eats its sight
Within its light to feed itself by me
And I no fault to count as given thus
To teach my hearts delight a sorrows song
And lead my remnant age to ageless rust
In wanting more to kill my want ere long

So by thy highest height and widest hand

From that west long across to that east short
Where mans own fate dost on itself command
Fair land of mine, thyself myself consort

Free verse
I
The cloud embraced the pinky sun
It blushed
And dreamt that days
Be rosy
And rivers winey run

"""""""""""""""""""""""
With his eyes the cloud embraced;
The pinky sun
She smiled
And smiling pearls
As warming spring
And fairy birds anon;

"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""

Towards her face, the cloud leaned

He kissed her lips

A drunken sun
She thus became.
His pinky sun
She almost reached the space
To silver stars
And fake barons
""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""

O' the pallid mountain moved

Fidgety.
From its sleep
From its deep hibernation
My pinky sun....
And collapsed the pale mountain
Under her....
Under its pinky sun
And cried broken
And cried....
And regretted his...
Pinky sun...
She dreamt the sun
Of whitish cloud
Embracing her...

His pinky sun...

"""""""""""""""""""""""""
The cloud embraced the pinky sun
It blushed
His pinky sun..
My pinky sun...
Oh' the pinky sun
Tis' done.....

II
I know that Im not attractive...
I know that no one has ever fallen in love with me...
But I like you...
And I can give you as much as You need of love...
I will be faithful...
As I used to be...
As I am all the time...
I will hold your hand...
So don't startle...
Be calm.. Because I will try to embrace your lips .. In eternal kiss of passion.
That your heart will beg me to stop.
Will blame me for staining your lips..

We are different..
And don't know each other well..
But yet I like you still..
You seem not like me..
You are fairer.. You are divine.. You are special..
You see.. I am unfortunate.. Because you will never be mine.. Destiny will
never gather our souls...
But i care not about destiny...
For it gives no hope...
It separates us apart..
It never says the truth..
My dear, for this cause, i will keep looking into your eyes..
And dream loftily about your smile..
And smile back..
I try to hug your small delicate joints.. Like a shivering bird in a Christmas
eve..
Hug me back.. Hotness is a choice for us..
Coldness is a lie.
Are you afraid?.. To be with me...
Fear me not..
I am as simple as a word'..
As a sign in the street..
You need not to think..
To be in a state of awe..
Just forget the past, the present, and ignore future..

Live the moment the way it is..

Say that you feel safe with me..
Say that you like me..
Even if its a lie..
I need to hear it..
Thirst is my heart to yours..
I don't love you..
But I like you much..
The tought of liking is sufficient and simply obscure..
I don't say that we should be together..
Or spend the night bare as babes..
But my life needs your presence..
And my presence needs your life...
I cannot describe how I feel..
Though i know exactly how I feel, for I have felt this way before..
When I was born..
We speak different languages.. mortal signs of speech,
but our souls do hiss a third language in the darkest days..
It closes us intimately,. But
strangely.
Be with me..
I don't beg .. I just politely ask..
I am no bad.. Though I can be as you like ..
What your answer would be..?

I see glittering flashes in your eyes..

But I will not be thrilled ..
For I know that life dislikes me..
I will just keep a distance between my heart and your shadow's light,
watching you afar..
Busy as you are..

III
I shall love again...
No one likes me..
Its just sad..
To think of the reason of this...
Though i know it not..
Everybody fears me..
Some people I hate contempt me ..
I tell them that..
I care not of that..
I dare say...
That my heart is flint-like.
I will overlook the one..
Girl...
That will overlook me..
And I will try..
To love again..

Even if...
My heart bleeds..
I shall love again...
As hard as it seems..
I will love...
For I am a human..
And I need love..
For I see that silent creatures...
Seek to love ..
In the dark...
And at the brook..
Under the sun's heat.
I am unfortunate..
For I was never fair...
A prince i was not born..
And I regret that..
For this world is cruel..
And I need be fair to live..
I need be a prince so people believe..
That my heart is clean...
And my hands are not stained with deceitfulness..
I regret that my life wasn't a dream..
Ordinary was my life..
Boldness was not my name...

Love was not a right..

I did not taste a lip..
Or was tasted by the lip...
And so...
I did not know love..
And he did not know me...
Although me met several times...
Under my bed..
And inside my closet..
And we shook hands..
And said goodbye..

IV
I cannot hold a tear
for I love
I love you my dear
Though love
Is not my fate, nor is it my friend.
I cannot put a smile
for I know
That you are divine
And I know
That I am a stone in your shore.
I cannot tell my heart

For I think
That you shall depart
And I think
That you will hate my sight
I cannot flirt your beauty
For I fear
That words are dead
And I fear
That my veins are cold
I never had such fear
The thought of saying
That the sun gave birth to you
And that the moon was the midwife.
The stars were thine siblings
And venus thine sign
The Earth thine Scorn
And March thine Fate.
Just the thought of vouching a word
That thy hair I love
Thine hands I dream to hold
Thy eyes I dally
Thy face adore
thy lips I kiss.
Trembling my dear

Just by standing near

My heart do faint
My face is pale.
In looking just, beholding thine eye'
We both speak'
Different tongues
I strife to speak
Thine tongue
Though I know of words
As the sea could hold
And spoke to kings, commanding them to die'
My fear is thus
To thee my dear
For you are a queen and you are my dear'
Though never shall
My hand hold yours, and never shall
My heart be yours.

V
Water.. no pebbles in or out
No winds to move or wave
Not disturbed
Unmannered yet as brave

The clear sky

Embraces water.. and .. by water
Is to be laced
All in motion even the clouds
In the sky
Make room.. seem hasty
And even
Sound like hounds
The thunder chatter
And brays in anger
And hisses
But then marries the sky
After a long blander
And foolish kisses
Me like nature was in place
Pure and young
Selfish but found
Now ME lost
Disturbed and filthy
Yet frost
Renders me hot and dingy
All days rain water
As if they would otherwise
But even water

Now seems strange

Unwatery and moist
Ive known me innocent
A babe in a cradle
A sword in a battle
Now light turns to dark
And dark finds itself be light
Now present speaks
And past bemuffed
As a virgin mind
Untouched
But now is raped
And blood it finds
Non-found
As though a god
Committed rape
And called himself the devil
But this no god
Its stronger yet weaker
Plays dice and bets my fate
I look that mirror
Searching reflection
But nothing shows up
Instead

Its empty and void

No stirringbeating or action
Calls me forth from the dead
So lostso found
Then lostwavering thoughts
Somewhere so deep I belong
Where myself
Finds itself
By itself
For much time
I struggled to be
To liberate and find
That one place
That thought
I even made oblation of myself
To exist somewhere other than me
To escape my share
And yet myself
Escaped me
Now Im changed
No chances permit me back
Where past I thought
That man is man
And all alike

I asked for much

And lost that much in asking
Attained neither
And lost to either
A home so precious
That cant be gotten
Or held
Though it be mine
I own it not
Claim it not
Nor can deny it a home
Not a birthplace
Rather
A place of birth
A place for endings and new deaths

Thus too much love turn too hate

VI
All the worlds in love
With you
Your scent

Your sky blue

And sweet hand bent
They love
That lofty name
Of yours
That seven letters
In their legs fetters
Or think they do?
For they wish
Hell breaks loose
And heaven fall
To be with you

That complex nature:

Aloof and near
Mighty and weak
Eternal and short
Rare and plenty
Ideal but faulty
Caroused with measure
And loved forever

This you fair place

Described with grace

From my part
And can use my gift
To grant you a better start
And softer ending
I prove that love
Is not two-faced
Not shared with two
Not mocked
And used as truth
My love for you
Is more
Than the sky can hold
And mountains bold
Abstain the burden
My love is one
Not shared not rivaled
My love is you
And you my love

I that by gods name

Will leave
And all the ties will
Cut asunder
Will be a new being

Born by you
And dead in you

Sweet land
Though bitter prove
Will drink my fate
Full and willing
To be with you

Sweet place
Here
I make it clear
And swear in love
No heavensno gods
No demonsno hell
Shall take my lot

Thus all their love

Combined
Cant stand the scythe
Of time
It bears no cold
And burns no heat
For you they hold

No love
They share your love
And betray
That name of yours
They let that love
That passion
Bleed red
In the streets
In a new fashion

VII
They want me to write
About my country
And hail its name
In the 21st century
They want me to speak
Of great old times
And future hopes
And speak of new generations
Eyed with admiration

They want me to write

About young hearts
And wise old ones

And record
Their names in history
In eternal victory
But I cant find my country
Its lost and empty
All I see is barren
And wrinkled beauty

No future I see
Only a time without a name
That holds to past
And fears the present
Its called: a shame
No young hearts to record
Only lost and empty souls
No wise ones to record
Only dead and empty holes

Its a mortal country

A shame to history
A thousand years century

VIII
If my love to you

Were declared
In public places
And judging courts

If my love
Were outspoken
And outplaced
To all mankind
Then love is hate
All people find

This not love they say

This rage and patriot hate
Id be hanged
My joints boiled
And panged
Id be left
Outside the crowd
Id be held
A treacherous hound
No love in me is found

I declare:
That man is bound to beauty

And faces fair

From the start of time
Eyes of men
Did not eye shrines
And dead old brines
Hearts;
Are not convinced to love
If eyes shut down

This my woman
A peasant whore
Beaten to death
By life
Its husband
Losing its breath
In struggling
To succumb
Lost in ignorance and conflict
My woman
Is ugly with age
And wrinkled with beauty
My woman
Is mortal dead
And lost to time

My woman
Is old
My woman
An ancient lie

I one of my dreams
The darkest
I find a woman
So different yet familiar
Her breast is green
Fully ripe and young
My woman
A modern whore
Shes bold
Alive and nimble
Not barren and cold
Shes single
Shes life
In this woman
Beauty speaks
And age bemuffed
History dies
And future lives

This love
That I hold
Will live forever
Above the clouds
May it break loose
The shackles in me
That keep me deaf
And blind

My love is justified
This not love
Its patriotism
Misplaced
Its new love
That fuels racism
And hate

Its a struggle to be

IX
I will outbreak
The laws of poetry
And lynch his body
To death

Tear his mouth

And strangle his joints breath

I will outlive
The poets
Whose words are dead
And names are left
In lawful perjury

I will name
My kingdom
Bardatry
And crown my muse
A knight
My metaphors
Servants
And love:
Adultery

I will whore my soul

And divorce my mind
And doom my fate to victory

I am the one and only

To ever break from poetry

And create his own history
I am no poet
No artist
No human
Just words
In a lost century
An art mistaken
To past infamy

I am the man
Whose words can flame
A dead hypocrisy
Shame nations
And break idolatry

Oceans, lands, forests

Heaven and hell
Cant stand
My honesty
My offensive spirit
And precise astronomy

My words

My poetry
Is a new form
A new policy
To rule the earth
And cure insanity

An eternal artistry
To mock humanity

X
Your lips
I will bite and bleed
Your lips
Until your heart stops to beat
Your lips
My sweetheart
Your lips

I will suck
Your lips
And drink their waters
Your lips
Like heaven showers

And honey bees

Your lips

I will flatter
Your tongue
Inside his castle
And I will batter
Your lips
Using my tricks
Will gain their sweets
Your lips

I will kiss
Your lips
Like hunger-stricken
And feed my lips
Your lips
And caress your hips
Using my lips

Although slender and swift

And tender your skin
None is softer
Than your lips

To thirsty tongues
And desert lips

O your lips
Will lonely starve

In the dark
Will not be kissed
The reason is not your lips
And small-sized hips
Your handy breasts
In both hands fit

This your mind

That is stiff
Than softer your lips
Will be no use
To my lips
If your reasons ill
Not raged and hot
And boiled with passion
Your lips

Saws
I
A wise man might be wise but fool is he
If fools himself and think a wise may be

If life take life of all mankind along

Then death is sure to pure the sinful wrongs

A friend is good to scape a lonesome soul

But many not a few can fill a hole

Live ugly but taste love not once a life

Live fair, and love shall hunt thee with a knife

The shape of moon is nothing like the sun

Love is the like for never hath it won

Lust is a shame to whom that ever sinned

But shame is loved when blow us all a wind

A golden might my love her plaits aligned

But sun could those a blind if ever shine

To live unharmed likewise do act the like

And covered be and mask thy face alike

A woman to a man might thus be all admired

If man be fool and show a scant desire

If honest not and lack a timid face

Why then pretend to be in utter grace

God gifted man to love and to be loved

But love is rare and so a ladylove

Happiness for man a dream that smell a sweet

And reek as bitter as man long to seek

A households not to make ends meet and fit

Ought not a child to raise and wrong commit

Loves taught not taken by simple of want

Loves not a joy nor prose that seems a vaunt

Greatness an heir of large fortune to choose

An unjust curse , an ever fixed abuse

Autumn is soft and calm, winter is old

And spring is balmy and summer is bold

Loves not for men nor for true loves sake

Loves bound to fools who yet know not the ache

And oft mens eye alight on womens rein

And then the rein amain they touch the flame

Women are not saddled by lust nor men

Are thus to saddle those who died for them

See how the sea blue dark and wide to salve

Injures of those whose names are dim and valved

To love means that the heart no longer true

And change a step to men by it are due

She said he craves a kiss by her to quench

The flame of love and yet a blow she wrenched

Many have wished that never were they born

But few nor more that ever were reborn

That lifes a lie, all know but tend to lie

That lifes a truth that lies to all mankind

Mother a flower small and bare it grows

In mind or sense a pain that never goes

Man is a prey to golden hairs and plaits

When folded are to spur the mans fate

If heart aches thee and pain enshrines the soul

Ravens shall prick if told the tale of toll

And those we meet to famish us ahead

But few who dare to conquer loves bed

You come prepared to vouch what heart doth feel

But lacking wit, they turn the pain a steel

The eye that bleed for loves fickle way

Is deaf to hear what life is bound to say

And love is like the wind when winter comes

We feel the cold but heat a flame becomes

Sadly we laugh when heart do ache of pain

That is to say: delight a mask to feign

Poets do not breathe air, but rhyme they breathe

When cut, they die at once and start to wreathe

O life is hard and harder is to love

One-sided heart and never taste of love

They say: a child is thus to put a shame

On him the man that ever held his name

O no! I see her white as though the light

Hath dwelt a night and taken dark of sight

Sweet she when said I love thee more than me

For life is short and love I shall grant thee

Often we wonder that the worst events

Are those to grant us hope and good intent

Women are made of steel they never yield

To heat! But yet to fake faces appeal

Those good of people never meet in one

Instead, the wretch are those to leave us none

Sadly sadness saddens our saddest days

And make us bow and darkens our way

If fair, why then a less of rank adjoin

Thus beauty claimed and matched by closest loins

If linking be as bold then eyes are turned

And hands are twined and lips adjoined and burned

II
O love! I hate thee but, I love thee more
I love thee more than moon can sun adore
O bid me come! O coming let it be
I am in love and thou shalt shelter me

III
Not for all men joy is a right
Unworthy is to be a knight
And those to worth are to take sight
Of those who flirt with joys spite

IV
A mistress hath a playful mind
For men of lust to catch and find
I am alike in want but she
Showst none to me nor seek to be
Twining hands are taboo but they
Do twin hands and aloof betray

V
Thou canst address predators
Animals speak not

Twice to a wench look not

Lest it mars thy fate

Do not go gentle into that night

Rage rage against the falling of the light

Thine lips are filled with crimson honey

That I will suck till I be born honey

I will astride the world until my feet swell and my hands the blood resemble

Lifes a prison, its bars thou burnish

My life is crimson like, but crimson tastest the blood, the gall chokest

Unhuman thou feelst

When humans thee keepst
In the shades of thine

Not like the burnished sun of true gold

As when the moon be dead of pure hold

I am sick at heart, to the bones Im dark

VI
Thus whiteness joined is with the white

But is with dark as well adjoined

If dark compels the whiteness might
With so much dare, is to be foiled

The end