"natus" poems
Bethlehem,
so remarkably unimpressive
and yet so holy.
I long to visit you
Small and humble
but great and glorious.
Hic de Virgine Maria Jesus Christus natus est
an inscription reads
as I get to a grotto.
A fourteen-point silver star
embedded into the marble
is now indelibly embedded into my memory
scorching its way into my heart
burning the moment into my brain.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
The white goddess is still an early age
The city was like hanging verdant technology.
Antorum ends moves seipsum of large sums of money.
In beauty there are the countries of Latin America
Sea of the great part of gold.
The future finds hell in a clone.
Star Wars College and Mammalia
To draw Close to his wife's village: the children, they call him
Puck said live female carrots
American thinking about the six posts.
Baby moon of fractured poets.
Door converted to gold and parietem pictum.
The open hands of numerum girl are from the yellow Igor.
The audience in England heard a drunken drink
his father on foot: full of evil
Three of those in the Greek natus
Public domain of fraud and living waters, and
And the wild beast of the star and that's how it was.
The shape of the jellyfish, this stone.
And for the kids, I walk a little.
Perseus with a law the sky dictumentum Velitusce euismoduat
Metallum of the most beautiful when he left politics.
From the figure of woman wearing multicolored dresses.
Barbie is writing the most delicate strings.
Delights and hating
Those of an exuvial criticism. The guys are Guy.
in the past captured trigger of the oris excisis,
and a part of the art of wanting to maintain
shameless feelings memories of incolis atrocities of Hunger
A voice of kisses
White goddess remains a young age
the city was like hanging Green Technology
Before moving large sums of money
Beauty is in the Latin American countries
much of the golden sea
in the future find a hell of *****
Star Wars College and Blood
to draw close to the village of his wife, the kids, they call it
Puck said live female hair carrots
American thinking about the six seats
Moon of poets fractured baby
Door turned into gold and cool
Open hands of the girl's name is Igor yellow
England hearing heard a drink is drunk
walk from his father, full of ***** badly
Three of the sound to the Greeks
from the public and with the running water, and
And the wild beast of the star and thus it was
The manner of the Medusa, this stone shall
1 and for the children to walk a little
Write a bill with the Sky
the brass of all and the most beautiful when left in the
Woman figure wear multicolored dresses
Barbie is writing the more delicate chains
delight to hate
One of the critical moment, the guys Guy is
the wall of the captured trigger at last,
and wishes to keep a part of the art of
Shameless feelings of hunger's atrocities
A voice with kisses
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
God,
Shalt thou taketh me soon?
For there's no room in thy delight for such a pest.
I've done so less,
Yet not mine own best......
In thine created fashions!!!!
For I haveth none more passion for living
Just pills to ****
Lyrics to numb
To be dumbed down in deadened tracks,
Still sinning!!!!
Fate wilt surely break me down
For thy ground is readily fastening this vest!!!
Forgiveth me heavenly one
May I be blessed as these wrongs I stand to roar.....
To unearhtly shores
I will divine into,
No more need's for ties nor shoes
Color's to flutter the palate!!!!!
None more hurt nor malice
Just ancestor's of old to showeth me foretold knowledge!!!
No school nor college to be needed
Not this heart
To be broken
Just a soul plunged and blet!!!!
God taketh me in angelic abyss
For I will not be missed
For this world knoweth not love,
It knoweth me not!!!!!!!
It never wanted to.....
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
For the good and the bad
Never wished on me gore
Can't go far from my bed
You'll not tell me anymore
Like you promised all this
Consulating me with a "no more"
Sed eam fecisti
I'd never regret my choise
Like trust to be thrown away
As you'd not tell me what it is
Remember the first time on May
How can you forget it
When all the fears I threw away
Durāre non poterat
As I notice ya' strange for a bit
My sixth sense never lies
I realise that ya' made it
How direct my being wise
Put all the guilts all over
Feelin' it never seemed so nice
Novum moralis natus est
Forget me to be a lover
And never come back
I'm a heartless, it's over
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 6:33 AM UTC