#elizabethan
Your humble florets hug the rough-hewn stone,
Your yellow sunbursts shock against the gray,
All tangled up together, none alone
As, stem to stem, you ward the morn away
Reminding me of duties for the day:
To comfort those who suffer all alone,
To stand with those who struggle on their own,
To see an obstacle and find a way.
It's toil, travail, and trouble for no pay,
But look how far we've come and how we've grown -
A wallflower's a humble thing to be,
But tangled all together, they are strong.
The bonds we forge in striving, all as one,
Enduring tests? They will not be undone.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
I know a man who locks himself inside
His head, his conversations, tucked away
Behind a maze of cheer. Each day, he's lied
A thousand times. He clocks out for the day
And, free but weary, sheds the mask for sleep.
I start the day with coffee, bitter, black,
Which suits my mood just fine. I earn my keep,
then turn around and give until I lack.
The coffee doesn't last, and by the end
I've found myself a stronger, harder drink.
I watch him bottle workdays up, my friend,
And brew himself instead. I'd like to think
We both get by. That doesn't do much good.
This place devours us and drinks our blood.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
I doth love thou with most every an ounce of mine own being
So much so yond mine own heart, nor mine own soul hath not the capacity to deny
O, I doth so hold dearly to mine own consciousness
The knowledge yond I truly beest enamored by thee, mine own dearly beloved
Is the reason I shalt subsist; ‘tis for the envy I hold for the world
And for the love of thee; I doth so deeply cherish
Our time together
And as such is true for dram to nay extant being
For thou art mine own muse, wonder of human creation to behold
With a mind full of thoughts and with a heart full of envy, love, and sorrow
We shalt over wroght
And beest ever so true to thee, I shalt beest
Nay want of yare
Nor an abundance of need
Shalt dispell the love I doth hath for thee
For it hath been writ in stone
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
Thy recesses of heart bestowed upon thee
Art the work of a Master, a prodigy forsooth
Thou hast the complexion of that which is pure
Harbingers of hell doth cower ere
Thine beauty of thee; shalt prosper evermore
Allow me to apologize,
For a queen art thou to me,
Whom ‘gainst one could not make delations
Long after yon, at which hour thou art gone
But if 't be true come the day, forced; thy queen walk hence
Shalt thee leave me, nay!
Still wilt ye reside ‘longside me
Beest t in flesh, or beest t in heart
The love I hath for thee, wilt nev'r fall apart
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
Thump, thump, thump
Thy heart hath been cast in the dunnest depths of hell
Where all is horrid, and none doth fair well
Thump, thump, thump
Cause teen doth thee, nay!
For teen done unto me, is not as such unto they
Thump, thump, thump
And louder and louder grows the melody of thy temperament
And not four, three, two, but one doth descend from the firmament
Thump, thump, thump
To bringeth peace to the wretched, woeful pentameter
And wish dismemberment upon thy casted phenyl ether
Thump, thump, thump
The hurtling, the hurtling, it grow’st, ever so behooved!
Make it stop, my dearly beloved!
Thump, thump, thump
O, that cursed noise! Let it be dispelled!
Wish I not to feel! To hear! To hell, be it! To hell!
Thump, thump, thump
O, I beg of thee, let thy ***** heave one last time!
Let thy heart love once more, bittersweet as thyme!
Thump, thump, thump
I can go on no longer, I’m sure of it now! Tear my mind from its host!
O, please, my love, my one and only, let it be death’s turn to boast!
Thump, thump, thump
O yes, yes, I wish such upon thyself, for glee I hath not!
In thought, in feeling, I am most distraught
Thump, thump, thump
Can not the same be said for thee?
Mine own love, mine own lady! End thy teen and let it beest seen!
Thump, thump, thump
I wish this odious hurtling beest heard nay more!
O! Mercifully, shalt death’s hands cradle thee, and bring peace? Nevermore!
Thump, thump, thump
M’lady, my everything, say what you will
But pain any less seems rather fittingly ill!
Thump, thump, thump
To leave behind what ye hath built,
Arm in arm did we, as one; it would hurt more than a sword through that drum, deep to the hilt
Thump, thump, thump
O, let still it be heard! For cease, it shall not!
And lest not, we bethink our final bethought
Thump, thump, thump
For forever in my heart lives thee
And forever will thou be cherished, my fair lady
Thump, thump, thump
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:19 AM UTC
If you should choose to kiss, and kissing, turn
Redoubling, consuming in abandon
Then would love, in loving you, prove wanton
While terrestrial forests willingly burn.
Our lips in flames no waters extinguish
Until all love's knowledge itself unlearn;
Our pupils for that flaming lesson yearn
Which bequeaths the heart unlessened anguish.
So loving you, I leave to turn and choose
In naughtiness regained when all is ash
To profit from the loss with naught to lose.
Thus eyes that gaze, unchastened, toward the lash
Must lose, in turn what all the world had gained . . .
Read half-coherent verse—and think half-brained.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
Honour
They have used me and I have served.
How could I not?
They made me what I am.
A servant to their cause.
I’ve seen Queens crowned.
Threats of invasion from afar.
Overseen their communications.
Remained steadfast
As a good subject does.
I serve Queen and country.
I provide shelter for the ******
And light for her successors.
I trembled as planes flew above
And celebrated as they flew no more.
I’ve watched from afar, as the great playwright worked,
As theories and principles that would shape the world
Were committed to paper for forever more.
I’ve seen evil and good, hatred and love
Entangled in their eternal battle
From high above.
And as I waned, as I began to fall
Like all the Queen’s servants must do
Even those that had once stood so tall
Above it all, yet never apart
I can fade happy knowing this oak has honoured thy ******
Goodbye London, my one true love.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
*What's the point in searching if I won't find
What's the point in wiping my tears
When the next minute I'll cry and none'll mind?
What's the use of hoping I'll overcome my fears?
Where the hell's every corner where'll find love
When literature and every picture says world's round?
How'll I ever fly without wings to find one I deserve
When even gravity keeps bringing me back aground?
Who'll it be to fill this heart that's bruised and cracked?
Who'll bear nursing wounds they didn't cause?
Who'll erase the memories of the one that rocked?
Who'll give me the right prescription and not over or under-dose?
Why should I keep hoping even after this long?
Why should I believe them when they say out there is one to whom I belong?*
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
Two sailors navigate a turquoise sea
To stay afloat we made a brittle boat
The ship rides low: we’ve got buckets of glee.
It’s made from sails of laughter, planks of hope
The boldest storm can put away its thunder
Our rolling sails will last through coldest night
The stars will turn their icy orbs and wonder
How we manage to float along alright
But,
Green ocean waves themselves have turned cliche
And god, I keep on dreaming ‘bout that prow
My bottom-dwelling thoughts ruin the day
I want to wet my freezing feet somehow.
So,
I’ll sink the ship and dredge the empty sea
Because I'm so ******* thirsty.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
Many moons ago
I hath locked aroint my love and emotions,
in the depth of my being.
Perchance on the morrow there would dawn a solution,
a solution to this heavy some woe I hold.
Alas,
to no prevail,
I was lost.
My will doth decide to become my foe.
Until thee came wither withal the answer.
Thou held the key,
the key to my heart
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
Thy heavenly sound,
Hath unleashed fury.
Upon mankind,
For all eternity.
Thy guidance,
Into a realm of lore,
Hath cometh to destroy,
Your true words.
Wilst thou remain?
In thy Reqiuem of hell..
Fall mortal,
Thy serpentine awaits thee.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
I am a silent prisoner with you
My love I cannot possibly detail
For when I look into those dear eyes
All of my seducing words seem too frail.
I fear that securely barred are my thoughts
And never known will my emotions be
If you don't know my poor heart is in knots
Surely you won't think us destined to be.
But, know it's chains of love I cannot best
Your look lets my soul fly while my lips lock
The breath before the kiss is like arrest
But you dear are the key to life’s cell block.
Do not doubt when you hear only jail birds
For when I'm hush I love you more than words.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC