"tyrannizing" poems
Now Serena be not coy,
Since we freely may enjoy
Sweet embraces, such delights,
As will shorten tedious nights.
Think that beauty will not stay
With you always, but away,
And that tyrannizing face
That now holds such perfect grace
Will both changed and ruined be;
So frail is all things as we see,
So subject unto conquering Time.
Then gather flowers in their prime,
Let them not fall and perish so;
Nature her bounties did bestow
On us that we might use them, and
’Tis coldness not to understand
What she and youth and form persuade
With opportunity that’s made
As we could wish it. Let’s, then, meet
Often with amorous lips, and greet
Each other till our wanton kisses
In number pass the day Ulysses
Consumed in travel, and the stars
That look upon our peaceful wars
With envious luster. If this store
Will not suffice, we’ll number o’er
The same again, until we find
No number left to call to mind
And show our plenty. They are poor
That can count all they have and more.
2.1k
i'm not pushing the shift key
because there's nothing left to capitalize
tantalizing thrones of angry kings
their names synonymous with imperialize
i hate you, and you hate me
one of us is lying, and i won't admit it's me
'cause you're everything i wanted
but you're nothing that I need
hollowed bones and quiet whispers
fill what's left of this tired skin
lonely lovers with lost lives stand in line
and await their goodbyes
so as i smash the space key and i silently brood
i hate the way your eyes flicker, the way you say my name
you claim that nothing is wrong between us
but your expression remains the same
i'm not afraid to tell you i hate you,
i'm afraid of what will proceed
the tyrannizing looks of saints and sinners
all believing i have, indeed, gone insane
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
Cackling and Tyrannizing for the seed of arrogant greed
What a pompous persecutor is he! none for you all for me,
is there truth bound in-between the aggressors glamour?
The Company of ignorance was pain
ruptured violence with shame
The unknown was dissent untrue
yet it doesn't mean it's you
From this darkness comes this light
in the night the mocking bird serenades insight
conscious reconciliation that will fracture the dead world that
lives inside you nearing the bridge of an imagination
the innocence in darkness mirrors back to me
A fear unseen on
memory lane
Is it true that you’re only innocent when you dream?
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC