"fease" poems
Would it Fease to make Connections secure,
The Outrageous Magic such Form does cast
Why not the Flu, whose Substance membered, cure
The Fly's own Happiness which would not last
With Furnace Embers burning your Hour's Spent
That Diamond Red of Sparkles unfade
Pride honours you well; Yet deflects on them
Would heal so if you can defer the *****
Intention, dear Victim of Absolute
How could one Comment subtract a Friend's Trust
When one lends a Hand for Innocent's Sake,
And Settle the Gnarbled Basket, we must.
When Integers apply, Truth should be Owned,
On Level Ground seen; But not to the Bone.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
what does one feel when
life
is
just
a
dream?
what does one feel when
life
rips
at
the
seams?
one cannot consecrate these realities
when one cannot fease.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC