Alas afront standing before thee, brave
Cowish, unable to ask thee outright
Bewitched by thine beauty, oh humble knave
Oh whose virtue doth bloom roses anight

So elegant, set agaze even love
Drawn so, ah that love might set me aflight
To be carried by the wings of a dove
Standing tall with passions affect tonight

Oh, ready to sooth thy sorriest grief
To have seen thy don thy answer sincerely
To have heard thee breathe a sigh of relief
Fain heart o'mine, and let eyne see clearly

Cowish, cowish no more, fain for thy *****
Awaiting thine sweet roses answer, glum.

daylight drear is about to smear its shear vastness onto me out of fear causing me to  fancy that i seem a little queer when i cheer without a leer so sincere it could cause a tear so near to the new year with my fellow peers who bought their gifts at sears. 30% off.
we learned fast from all those days past how to make the little things last cause being chaste didn't stop him from raising a mast in those early morning shadows cast. even grown men have *** dreams.
now they rise at dawn like a poor little faun who could have gone to pawn a thumb of a *** instead of go and con a con man named stan who was too tan and without a fan who woke late to find a ***** pan and could longer say yes I can within such a short span. Franklin could have been right.
As I listened to cher i saw a bear with no hair but he didn't seem to mind so I didn't seem to care for i was going to the fair good thing i bought nair to handle all that should be bare when I share my pear stolen from the mare who would only stare at the **** hair who turned out to be too slow and failed his dare.I've heard of boys who want to look good too.
now I have a light for each new night I get a small sight of the handsome man within the mirror who was bright from many years aflight kind of like a kite just with a little more might and with out such fright as the blight where you have to put up some sort of fight which is no good at such a height where things get a little tight alright. so back off a bit.
She was a ten okay ben did you put the baby in the pen don't worry about the hen she'll be fine with all those men. One of their names is, bob, from accounting.

One summer’s eve in Spain,
I fled through an open window,
Butterflies aflight
In the very pit of me,
And I tramped the streets,
My heart abrim
With such a love,
But a love now long gone.

With my final matches,
I forged a heart
At that maiden’s doorstep;
I was like a thief,
On that torrid night,
My heart abrim
With so much love,
But a love now long gone.

And what of the maiden in azure?
O! What an inferno raged
Within my soul for her,
But that love
Never bloomed beyond a dream,
My heart abrim
With such a love,
But a love now long gone.

Do you pity or envy a world
That has cut off its calluses
Do you love or fear a world
So gentle against the wind
That a ***** would bleed
That a pinch would twinge

I pity and fear it,

Thus:

Here I am, hiding
In a boat of poetry
In the strait of obscurity
Between two oceans of fear

Between
The old world of joyous suffering
And
The new world of unbearable peace

Trying to marry the water of lively green
And the deadly blue

As I tie the old waves to the new
I set aflight an echo through the wind-
In the shape of a dove, a clarion call:

"Don't renounce your past
But accept it with pride,
Lest you be judged for what you have done,
And never
What you could, would, and will do!"

May we dance in the firelight
And sway in the breeze
Set aglow with you
Amongst the midsummer trees

May these flights of fancy
Become long voyages borne
On the wings of dark angels
Blowing on gilded horn

And when the winter breeze
Creaks open our doors
May the grinning hearth
Warm our hearts to their cores

Watch them all; so merry, so bright
So filled with such wonderful light
Envious of those who carry their souls
In gilded mesh cages of lanterns aflight

Listen as the telltale ravings
Of men and women alike
Take flight and flare like midsummer suns
Amongst the chirps of a hunting shrike

And while the swirling storms batter our doors
Tear apart these terrible floors
So when the daily visitors arrive
It will be through pain that they shall thrive

Concealed and camouflaged in the long savannah grass
He waits downwind as still as a sleeping flamingo
Careful not to make the slightest sound
This valley is the richest in the land
Teeming with a mouthwatering selection of the most robust
Game under the African sky
He draws back his bow and sets his quiver aflight and with a powerful ******
It lands dead in the heart of the beast he has marked
The hunter collects his prize

Dinner was good tonight
The villagers dance around and adorn him with melodies of their praises
‘We swell with pride and plenty, we pride ourselves with plenty,
Plenty by the skilled hands of our most cunning hunter’
Only he is not at all present at this celebration for his honor
His heart and mind are fixated on a craving
That the liver of this buffalo did not satisfy
In fact it was as good as gall to him because the liver he longs for
The one which has him engulfed in a fog of insanity
Can only be likened to food that is fit for a god

Ah! He knows how the gods delight to dine
The terror of this revelation should be revolting enough to end this craving
But no
His eyes glisten wildly in the glare of the fire
Looking up they dart from person to person as he broods contemplatively
Over each one like a predator sizing up his prey for weaknesses
In their innocence the children rush to embrace him
Joyfully oblivious of his cruel intentions
And under the cover of darkness he slips away with a naïve child

The roasted liver melts in his mouth like fat in a hot cooking ***
He savors every morsel of it, indulging himself slowly
So that his immersion in this little paradise might last a little longer
No thought comes to mind of the little girls terrified whimpers
As he slit her throat and bled her before extracting her tasty liver
Only the splendid musky sweetness of it now has him in an indulgent daze

Now that he has found the desire of his flesh that eluded him for so long
Weeping and keening will echo through the village and those beyond
Women will wane and sing of loss and sorrow
Old men will dull with woe as the laughter of naïve children slowly ceases
Young men will search far & wide in futility for the monster amongst them
Yet they will not find it
And until his fall the land remains afflicted by the wake of his craving

As I am entering another realm.
My mind like a falcon takes the helm.
My body finds a bright hue
Just so I could find you

I wanted to find the alluring.
Come to together for love that is occurring.
Only because of nature we are stirring.
We have a magnificent fray that is appearing.

You taught me how to fly.
With my wings soaring high.
Your love was blind.
With my shadow following down from the sky.

The light that followed so bright.
I was an outcast in the others sight.
You took me in while others thought I was frightful.
Taught me things I did not know were possible.

We were not the righteous.
Although what we received money can not buy us.
Can we stay aflight forever.
Be unrespected never.

We can hold hands.
Far away from the others we can.
Only one person is meant for me.
In that I truly see.

Painfully beautiful
Enchantress unreal.
Flaunts her darkness, dutiful
All her frills of sin
All her laces of evil.

Mystifying, electrifying
Seethes like lightning
Lethal to touch
She’s scorching, Excruciating, blinding.

Red dresses with hems alight
Fire-laden wings aflight
Collect, sinners unite
Bow to her to live
Endure her to survive.

I have never lost a game of chance. As a newborn I taught toddlers to walk. My license requires no photograph. I see the satellites before they see me. When I enter a room I receive a standing ovation. I can manifest inside jokes with strangers. The old dogs learn tricks from me. God gave me the spare key to the gates of heaven. I set the pigs aflight. When I arrive in Rome they do as I do. I am recognized as a national treasure.  I am the most interesting person in the world.

The whole world is a muttered apology,
Holding its brilliance over my head like a playground bully
Only on his face I see the furrowed brow of confusion,
Like he doesn't know why he's doing this to me

And yet with sudden jerks of motion he carries out his worldly duty
And when I jump or whine he is hastened in it
Like a corrections officer at the county jail.

You can't purchase dreams with innocence
You can't trade patience for greatness.

Only across the seas of death do I see retribution for so many lost souls,
Who suffered badly or worse than Jesus Christ,
But none of these could turn water into wine,
No homeless man can heal a passerby.

I suppose that makes him a cell of the body made only destined for flogging,
Never meant to return sight to the blind.

And anyway, they've all long since died.

Well I know I'm wrong but my dreams aren't coming true
And that makes me feel sad and dark
I'm being chained up in the dark
And it's being written down as an act of justice.

Won't you love me, and set my gifts aflight?

Over the sea and endless woods,
Through crimson sunset's light,
A lonely mountain, men in hoods,
Brown feathered sparrow - fresh aflight!

Towards the mountains foot they went,
Long processions form'd,
Blades shining, hearts to mend,
The mountain they had storm'd!

The foe beyond the stony gates,
Terrible was in his wrath,
Inside a deadly horde awaits,
Guards the only narrow path.

Ruthless, bravely they had fought,
For the liberation of their home,
Without a second thought,
Fading like the ocean's foam.

The battle had seemed lost,
Till Goren blew his horn,
Evil plans now they had cross'd,
With renewed vigor they were born.

The foe now trembled in his lair,
When Men had charg'd the door,
A punishment now coming, fair,
At its end the prolonged war.

Slain by Goren's mighty hand,
The foe now bloodied lies,
His life has come to end,
His corpse will feed the flies.

The mountain stands reclaimed,
And Goren rules as king,
Untold riches they had claim'd,
White flowers brought by spring.

The untamed woods around are still,
As sinister as ever,
The savage wolves they will,
Again come trodding hither!

And when war comes here once again,
Goren's folk will take up arms,
Surely, they won't waver then,
They'll protect their people's farms

“Take your wings and leave”

This planet is uninhabited.
The few maggots that do throb are too cowardly to raise their heads
In beaded farewell
No water, no light,
No intention to keep you aflight.

The pod waits on faraway seas
With purple macaws and neon green bees
All your wings need to graze is the line
The sketches that mark the
Harnesses of truth and defiance

I don’t intend to tarry away
Algorithms and the singularity in a memory past
That I will renew
Now renown.

Re-known.

I intend to leave the maggots.

Do what they will.

Harriet Tubman
Go down, Moses

All That Jazz
Angelique's roses

Monument on the Mall?
Train a-comin for each and all

I walk the lot in One Dark Night
Moon aglow, bats aflight

Gotham city:  What a sight!