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To whoever inspired me to write

Preface I have written all the poems in this book in three years. Each year, my style

changes and my knowledge widen. Mostly romantic poems, they try to

define love in a new perspective, the modern love of the 21st century. With

an archaic style that first was not rhymed according to meter standards, but

then followed suit, although it still kept some of the modern influence.

Many techniques of the 17th and 18th century were reinvented and

celebrated, refusing to conform to the new forms and modern language

used in poetry today.

I also used many structures I invented myself to reinvigorate old poetry

especially the Shakespearean era. And since I have been largely influenced

by the Bard himself, most, if not all of poems mainly serve as a reminder of

his greatness. My poetry is not a replication of Shakespeares great works, it

is an attempt to tackles issue I consider vital to humankind with the same

fashion he himself used once in his time.

My poetry is a revolution to bring back what has been long left and

deconstructed by modern poets.

Love, as I see It, is not something attainable or recognizable. It is an

impossible passion since many things have changed in the modern era.

Love has become an unnecessary feeling, only requested when certain

qualities are fulfilled by the expected mate.

Men are not loved for their personalities, and women for their beauty, only

physical traits, and supposedly superior ones.

you cannot possibly exist anywhere other than yourself, me, nowhere I

exist

Poetry is the physical form of feeling, shaped and organized In an elegant

way, and then transformed into words.

Poetry is the best way to describe the world, nature, and how man feels.

This is what this book is all about

22/03/2015

S o n n e t s *****************************************

I

It was a day that held a charming sense

With all the pain I left upon the stage

He all as handsome and as bold intense

Did hold a toy that all my mind and age;

Hath never touched, nor seen a toy so bold

But she, the lass, as holy and astound

As is the flowers dew when burned and cold

Did rise a torch, and lo, I felt my wound

As did she speak, but only with her eyes

And he, swift-moved, a hand to make a tone

As she did beg, as knew he that a smile

Shall sing a beauty string and burn a bone

Aloof my heart, a language most unfair

Betwixt a lovers toy, a blonde as rare

II

We walk this life aware of pains and laws

That living thus, beckoning most unfair

That golden she; a beauty and an awe

To all mankind that were defying bare

How dost the moon behind the fairest sun

Arise? Tis but a lie; for heat is bold

The stars were not thus made and neatly done;

For men to touch, stare men a blonde so cold!

Wast born to scorn, and lightly break a heart

A blonde! Hast naught to give, nor wast she made;

To love! Tis only meant to break apart

A lovers heart, and brightly wear the shades

O tears might thus be hot if meant to burn

But cold are they, if met with love adjoind

III

O lo, let seas be draught, all mountains fall

O let the windy days be turned a flame

O if the heat of sun is near to haul

O if the stars all come across to blame

O heart how canst thou be in passion locked?

Tis not to love, tis but to be beloved

To be as mountains are but not as caught

Be it a storming night, be it in love

That never chanced and never shall a heart

Astride the sky and boast a passion red

Be jolly loved, be blessed of loves depart

How canst I love and be alive but dead?

Provoke me not more verses I keep think

My heart is dead and so my passion sinks

IV

Beware my love that men are like the sea

That ships cannot sustain a gentle way

Beware that lust is most apparent seen

When love is felt, the heart is left away

Beware that faces curved or marble-shaped

Like angels fair, or charming knights divine

Art noble fake, if so as knights behave

And hiss thine ears with tales and loving lies

Thus varlets think my love, thus lovers joined

In case of lust, or else a common wealth

Loves not a force; loves not the finest loin

That moves the man to lose his mind and health

O that the truth be seen before thine eyes

O that thy heart is saved from loving lies

V

I have no treasures gold; no silver plates

I own no castles high; no chalets wide

I wear no crown; nor hath a princely trait

And hath no aspects fair; no marble glides

And yet; I am a man; a broken heart

That beats but passion tones and holy strings

I am a dying soul; a passing art

That by his mortal love outlives the kings

I have but love for thee; no treasures hold

For love : my love, is more than treasures count

Love is as rare as diamond is as old

A wishing star, a wealth with no amount

O that thou knowst how much my love to thee

So that my heart thine own forever be

VI

I wish that cupids eye be not as weak

So that an arrow long could hit us both

I wish a lovers dear the arrow seek

So that by cupids name be you my troth

O that as love is born in loving hearts

Thereby a place is saved on loves behalf

Alas! That cupids most foolish of parts

Sees not that loves, nor hears a broken sigh

And that his arrows point be missing aim

And travels far, as rightful ways be seen

Thus lovers hearts be not to cupids game

And stay a virgin shame; a conquered shield

But that how love is led; we must not think

And know that hearts unloved the arrow sink

VII

O that my self can be another born

So that my bashful heart turnth to a stone

Misleading thoughts could save our hearts be torn

A nobler love, the gentle fickle home

O that I may a simple short-lived touch

Bestow thy hand, in name of honest love

And call thy name and kiss thy parts as much

One cheek as red, and lips as that fair dove

But that could never chance, thus life unfit

A blinded fool in search of ways but dark

A culprit judge, that never sin commit

And thus my hearted pain is but a bark

O that thou knowst what is to be a knave

To loving sights; to crimson lips a slave

VIII

So that thy heart be loved; ye must be changed

Another self thou must adopt a new

Be high in rank and never act untamed

The rules of love; being of seven few

Act like thou wast a master bold

Thus follow suit; the first to play deceit

The second; having wit to speak as told

And third account; never admit defeat

Tis better be unloved than taste of love

That most distasteful venom spite

Such hearts unloved forbid themselves to love

And better live; without a loathsome fight

O rules most just but still for me as wrong

To kill the means and rob a lovers song

IX

Thou asked me words that neatly rhyme to use

In telling thine fair face and heavens jewel

Tis but my sweet; that words escaped my muse

To even tell the self-absorbing fuel

How fair thou speakst and laugh when in despair

How dancing nimble thou; when halting forth

How sparkling stars; is that thine eyes as rare!

How such immortal life thou givest thy worth

O let the words at rest ; be not a gem

For thou outlived that early riches gone

Attired with care; the start of beautys stem

The finest soul; in heaven all at lost

O thou my muse as wood to fire flames

Ignited is, and so thy self to blame

X

Alas! I have forgotten how to love!

And how to touch a gentle maid alas!

Tis canst be true; whereof my issues made?

What is my name? a man? A female shame?

But now I had this thought: no rhymes in this!

O life I feel inside my heart, just madness feel!

O how to smile and fold my hands on thee?

O trembling do my lips of your red rose!

Still nothing rhymes in this! Still waiting fate

Still shouting love! Still hands are hung still love

Unable thus to touch this love, nor die nor love!

Still kept aside! Still not in love!!

O maid! Is that absurd to teach me ways of love

By ovids sake do teach me how to love

XI

To find my self deprived of loving fate

As thus the the mind commands and heart resist

And bleed as wanton thoughts my soul abate

And ache as do the pain my heart assist

If dost the soul confess a passion locked;

My self to my unruly mind shall sink

An empty shell , as minds that never think

Thus virgins are to loving spells be mocked

Like beggars rich , who at their feet do lay;

The mighty gold and emerald of past kings

So is my self uncertain of the way

To be as rich , or die a broken wing

If love be true; then I my self did wrong

To save my heart from what it doth belong

XII

I would love thee; if love be measured thus

Sweet thou! Thy smile the tuneful nightingale

And heavenly made; beautys reason just

If it be slumber, then art thee a dale:

That by his graceful tears can weep the lines

That drew thy face, and by a misled fault;

Is this my self : in temples of thine eyes

Dost call thee fair and cry at loves assault

By that which boasts thine figures grace my dear

In heavens name, or chances rare so oft

Thy shape a slender gift to that fair deer

Be it hillocks, incisions sharp and soft

If such bright eyes as yours and day-dreamt thoughts;

Be reasoned just, then this is love, and death I sought!

XIII

You see, now that our souls have met and sunk

With loves first encounter we are as lost

With eyes as yours, my self is nimble drunk

Thou feelst the like; for thou art new to love

But this short-lived of pleasant moments pass

And passes all; shall come to be as true

As fast as you and me shall part alas!

As spring to winters hold and seasons new

For both are we; as dwellers in this life

Thou payst the debt, but me is still indebted

My tears to love as oceans in their rife

And love to thee is but a fearless bet

Loves meant to be to those alike in strife

Thus pain is born as poets fade to life

XIV

Be it together joined in further chance

Or timely met for us to be as close

Love tis a grave for hearts, a moments glance

If locked inside, can lend more than it owest

Forsooth! Is this my heart as deserts bare

And tangled is their passion hot but cold

Who art thou sweet, as summers finest share

Thou art as young and me as winters old

That boyish smile if wenches be as rare

And crimson lips as rebels in their rage

That which thou holdst that chides my self to dare

As is my life hence gone in passing age

The darker hue is duly by the light

Enlightened is and so is loves delight

XV

Alas! Whereof to start! Wherefore to like?

If likeness be to all the fairer hues

For thee I kept my heart aloof, my sight

For thee hath lost his sight and gone by due

I can see still that both my heart and thee

Can be as one and kiss at loves command

I can perceive that though my heart is deemed;

A slave to hate; is yet as hearts withstand

Still art thee bold, if shyness thou deceivest

And tryst my heart with unresisting looks

But we as that red dawn in winters siege

As flowers bloom but canst not find their brook

Such as this time as treasures get their worth

So is the man if love be summoned forth

XVI

Thus be, as cold to heat and wind to fire

Each part in need of other parts to be

But if henceforth thy will be it desire

I shall lend all my loving parts to thee

If knowst thou that by natures word I keep

As virgins born to never taste of love

She by her hand hath made thee fairest queen

And I by god am made a slave to love

Thus grant thy will and let both souls imbue

In name of mortal shame, in letters four

The first: to touch thy cheeks eternal hue

And seconds deed to lift thy rosy doors

To speak thine eyes is hence the third of deeds

But fourth is kisses on thy lips to feed

XVII

That single life which by my self is due

To keep the pain inside a burning hue

That want of love, and that abating fire

To die anew after my births desire

Swift-moved and fair all is thy name can take

If not to be my love, thou mayst thy self oblate

And make a double self to scape thy worth

Defacing thus my love, and doting forth

That lip, which is a sister born to be

Adjoined by thee, when met by other sweets

I never touched, neither by hand nor by;

A brother lip, to prosper or to die

And this my bud, hath never dwelt a place

Where pleasures name is natures proper taste

And this my hand is pure and withered still

To fondle with hillocks or rounded hills

So, for my sake, or for my other sakes

They treasures yield, and fold with loving hate

XVIII

One chance, is all my withered heart admit

One chance, ere this defining moment be

If not to force thyself my self acquit

Acquit my heart before it diest in me

I have all knowledge born to know my state

So spare thy mind and save thyself be torn

Tis useless art hath never conquered hate

Comparing me to all the lies forsworn

I have no seeming wealth to entertain

My self my fortunes worth is all I own

And if thou seekst what dost in me remain

All left is love, if love cannot be shown

So hold my hand tis not for love we meet

But for the heart, a healing most discreet

XIX

Forbid to speak of love for it tormenth

To hear his pleasant lies and doting kisses

I wish no tidings know of thy contents

Nor seek to see thy joy and loving kisses

For this the reason just; and this my case

To tell of hands adjoined in sinful loving

And this is fairest true as heavens face

To vouch my pain as love inside be growing

By cupids name: cease that which thou callst love

And knowst thou that, by loving loves defaced

As with his name desire climbs above

And is then beggars truth and self-decayed

Thus loves defined and all his measures bound

To keep true worth from all beguiling hounds

XX

O no ! again thy smiles do wrong me still

As with thy eyes the sweetest looks command

Is this how liking starts? If not to kill

With loving lies and emeralds gentle hand

O angel white! Have I misread the signs?

When rosy cheeks hot spurred and pearly teeth;

Leaned forth their windows edge and bid my eyes

As lashes long, swift-moved the heaven breathed!

Alas! I have misread thine eyes and hell

Disguised as love, did ope his gate to hate

And thou! Proud queen, hast by thy spell;

Sentenced my soul to die without her mate

Never contempt a lovers love my lass

For thou regrets, ere long thy fate surpass

XXI

How canst my hand touch that which once held faith

To be a sinful shame if so my hand adjoined

Tis temple cold, is gods most sacred place

To me; another strife to add my loins

O no! what will become of my suffering

If love is bound to all the fearless souls

My self a virgin born to loves mocking

And destined bare without a strong-made home

Aloof my tears are left, to dry as cold

Each drop is burned with ages ruthless end

And youth is wasted young to die as old

And nothing lasts, but to times word to bend

So is mans end, if not to dare his heart

And break that iron shield, and loving start

XXII

Beings in life are left to fates own hand

When born; alike in birth, their aspects just

And natures bless doth on their hearts command

To be fair true, and to abate their lust

But now youths age is ruthless born

And differences name hath on each man differed

Loves dead ere long, if wast be torn

By mans own hand, and his fair faces dithered

And passions lot is own Gods fairest word

To save her worth for all the beings fit

As loves high cost, so is the merchant bold

To trade his pleasures lies with sinful bliss

Thus life is lived, and so loves nature seem

If bashful art, loves not thy name to be

XXIII

For all that breathst and movest and flyst above;

Tis mind of mine, me swearst to never use;

To think of cupid darts and trifle love

And by gods name my heart shant be abused

No sweet words prove and charming eyes

Shall bid my soul and trick my self no more

No eyelids fair and loves best true of lies

Can henceforth last, nor dwell my knowledges lore

For I grown old, and loves winters passed

And in my youth, my leafs art autums own

Springs greens passed, and is by age surpassed

And summers eye, quenched is by hate forlorn

Thus as my muse commands my heart to write

So loves decay is writ in endless strife

XXIV

So art thou proud! After my hearts defeat

Thy beautys light is most intensified

And lit is it, by mine coals dead heat

For thou addressst not me, and me defyst

But Lo! This not the end, and lifes long course

Shall not cut short with such unfair refusal

And maidenhead; is not yet pricked and forced

But yet in time; is lurd and pricked it shall

And conquered be, by mans unruly parts

It bleeds then red as roses in their thorns

Thine eyes; as heavy weep enlighten dark

And burn themselves, within themselves forlorn

Thus thou art left, and lifes withered to be

And sorrows widow art thine issues born

And past loves fault art they, resemble me

None woost and all thy beautys past be scorned

And only then, thy pride will be defeated

And your fair light is then in time receded

XXV

O hearts fierce tormentor comest back again

O sweet mans pain and all the nonesuch truth

Anew this sickness bring after the heart disdained

And thy injustice torn myself in sooth

O love! Disguised in fairest creature born!

She not as fair but fairing her with such;

To call me love, and grant me as could much

And winters snow, is servant by her made

And moons bright light in endless sleepless fall

She sweets best taste and sister to her shades

She golden worth, to feed herself withal

O sweet loves queen, my subject self to thee

To doom mine heart and thine forever be

XXVI

O loves lost cause and all unloving hearts

Thy nature false and are as deserts bare

O colours white untrue and dim and dark

So art thou lit, by self-demise and care

So look their eyes, as virtue they conceive

Be mans fair case if so his heart betray

His heart is canny held, if passion is receive

To show true worth and save his loves decay

But I, refusest to be such they admit

And true love hold with all my passing art

To keep it live for hearts to be yet fit

That may loves name be saved a false-born start

So loves bereaved, if bare and not proved left

And battered not, with words most lasting deft

XXVII

Loves waste in me, is true love granted

In giving more, so is my love be wasted

If take it thus, thou winst my self indebted

And if to scorn, is then to death-bed hasted

And thou art fair, both we in birth differed

Thou angel white, me black as that night dark

And naught we share, but that which lust deterred

Thus thou art not to me, and me you not

Tis you be wise, to see how colors mix

The white is to his like seekst be adjoined

And dark is to fair white, aspire fix

To be called fair and save it self be foiled

If you willst love and all my passion take

Be you with me, and all thy pride forsake

XXVIII

Lo! what is love? Without an action made!

And what to be of hearts if it be locked?

Then empty led, to be eaten by hate

As diest inside, so is the passion lost

No wooers then to woo them all as sweet

No lasses fair to be so kissed their lips

And no cold nights to be so loved by heat

And no hands burned, and no tears shed to sip

So woos replaced by woe and lips with fire

And heat with cold, and nights to days are burned

And hearts despair, and love becomest desire

So virgins die, to be so raped and spurred

Love diest if not be taken by his worth

It witherst fast and goest by all his mirth

XXIX

O mother mine! Thou knowst not me, nor art thee ware

That wenches fair, since me first born and young

Have turned my heart to fire ashes bare

And me, still knowst not life, my heart was fired

As with my eyes, I cupid arrows torn

And sworn to love, and die enslaved desire

O lovely lass! Where art thou bonny wench?

Thou cupid killed, and me in endless pain

Thus kept, to fight sweet love and hatred quench

O strumpet whore! Thou art a devil saint!

Give back my youth that is by you in siege

Desire diest, and love becomest my liege

XXX

How sweet art thee! O beautys gentle soft

O lovely queen, and rosy flower red

Thy spring to honey bees, and they are oft;

To suck thee young, and so be you fair wed

But me! To keep my share of love as much

No sucking willst, no sweetness of thy youth

Seekst I be with, to caress thee and touch

Since love is false, and love lies all be truth

And not to me, not me to thee wast born

To teach me love, in temples of thine eyes

To take thee mine, and you my self adorn

Both we make two, from one love-dying sigh

So keep thy worth to those who are as bold

And pray they love thee as my true love hold

XXXI

Stay thus sweet queen! Most injurious of all

Do stay, and let darks face encompass thee

Thou shall not live, thy fate to rise and fall

And falling deep, canst not recovered be

Heaven to scorn, and hell to bid thee come

In Lethe of time thy image shall not hold

And whiteness stained and stabbed your eyes become

Thy limbs as weak , and joints as stiff be sold

And empty minded as thou wert to die

To sleep in endless pain and pay thy debt

As age demands his share, wherefrom to hide

Thus Gods revenge who once his beauty left

So art thou gone, no man shall hail thee forth

And kiss thy lips, that crimson killed to red

Now that are cold, and barren their past worth

And me! As that knight proud, no tears to shed

Stay thus alone ! consume thyself withal

Thy fairness fades, ere long is past his fall

XXXII

It is young born and true in nature made

That limits not, nor holds but well-meant hearts

Tis not to boast and strive and passion fake

But make intent most just and best-named start

Two mates in love, alike their hearts rebel

And two in true love join and swear in faith

Both claim to love, but love is not dispelled

By false intent and summers hot cold days

Nor is it painted gold and made a crown

For those unworthy rich to wear afford

Neither a charming prince is it love born

To mock the subject poor and be their lord

True love rich left, not to be bought and sold

Not gold, nor charm, can ever claim to hold

Early Sonnets

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I

She said: I deeply construe

That mine heart lovest thee

I said: could thine heart be true?

I said: could thou love me?

She said: thou art my life

Thou art the knight of love

I said: could love be a knife?

Could thou be a peaceful dove?

She said I swear that mine heart;

Is to thee forever bound

I shall not leave thee or depart

Thine eternal love, nor make a wound

I said: I shall not love thee nor;

Die for loves fickle shore

II

A barren land that lacks the wind to quench

Nor sand to wear a gown, nor fallen rain

Is never let for noble hearts to wrench

And thusly made for those who passion feign

And I to deem that lass of higher rank

Is never joined by lesser ranks of men

Devine is found to be in heavens bank

And not to scatter thus and swoon again

A fawn can leap, a painted artful face

Is she, in mind and soul compels compare

How is she fair; that shadows darkest lace

Is noticed not, nor farther moves to dare

A man doth never taste a nobler dream

Nor doth the natures law attempt to deem

III

Trow thee, tis but a strange life that we live

Within a minute short thou mayst become

A dying act that lacks an end to give

Or else a leg that soared of walking numb

And if abundant love thou willful grant;

Doth get but rueful days upon thy head

And thus: respect a word is none to chant

Deaf eyes, blind ears, white eyes, pale dead

Trow I that man do hath a choice to make

To spell a wordtis but a chain on thee

That ever lived a bird and slept a fake

All thus a freedom want, above to be

Death do us good to rid the woeful life

But never yield, for age is but a wife

IV

Tis perfection is divine and thou art;

Even fairer and fair is the moonshine;

My mistress from thine eyes doth lure and lark

It moveth me that when charms are bound to lies

And when dark hearts leave us astray and nay

Say I , I lost it heart and soul and thou

By heavens doom my complexion today;

Is fed with woe, and drunk with loves hands blow

Forsooth I say; it shapeth thy face the light

And bring it red a cheek and blood it sweet

From veins my veins do run the glow of sight

And love is dark that wants a night to heat

Tis true, I then by muse and mind construe

That fair is never fairer than be true

V

O night! When I saw rose I thought I might

Pray for my heart and climb to heavens door

In search of ligh, one could his soul and might

Beg to redeem, for love is fickle shore

Sweet she, and dark is lit and light is dark

When hair shone gold beyond the fairest sound

In sooth! Who is the man that hath the heart

To look past bold and spell her name in rounds

As high as sound my fit the sky to climb

And brave is soul that conquered dens and beasts

Shall not conquer what beauty claimed to chime

Sweet Rose is thus as fair, as far the east

Rose thou art fair and I as men have chanced

Shall not love thee and glance as men have glanced

VI

I found me apt and trimmed and lost and dead

Yet I breathe air and live and see wanders

And love I felt and tears I timely shed

And lies I heard for I hath wrongly erred

And so they trod unwavered and they love

And so I held my heart lest I loose sight

And chaste a shield to hide malicious sores

And fame a mean to be in utter might

And worthy ones be bound to less of worth

And those unworthy are to gain respect

And those who love are put in meanest mirth

And those who love disdained are not abject

O lord I hate that life is still to go

With lies unjust to me and sluttish blow

VII

O fie it life , I spit on it the blood

That made me man and called a man of shame

I live as bare as leaves of yonder mud

And breathe bemuffed the day and none to blame

O fie it soul that brought me in this dark

I live as though a blooded bird in cage

And golden rusted not a flame to start

Alas! In sooth, I feel me want of age

Around me larks beguiled the eyes they own

Afeared am I, enchanted know I not!

And never wished to be forever born

Love is a joy, and joy in me is naught

O life a flame that hath a name of pain

It hunts us all and leave us dead and slain

VIII

But soft O lord, , when soul mates meet in chance

Their hearts burn love, and hug and turn in one

They told; to love means to that a seconds glance;

Is bound to thee to get what love has done

O love doth burn when stiffed thou at her sight

O why alive if eyes do not enchant?

And why pretend that you are not a knight

That kiss her sweet the lips and love her grant

O when she golden as the purest fawn;

Her feet she lift as though the earth a field

And gently look and touch the hand upon

Alas! If only break that iron shield

O lord! Tis hard to start when wish to love

And once the passion sense and climb above

IX

A varlet dream that out this living world

Hath turned me mad of knaves I see and note

I loathed them all, o winds let mind be hurled

And never more shall taste their dullish dote

A country born not from this mortal life;

Embossed my logic mind and lit my heart

And thrust me straight as though a knife

Hath turn my meanest self to sluttish parts

It shone in darkest nights of darkened dark

And stood as fair a maid and pure a light

Vouchsafed me fate: a sign of lasting mark

And dwelt in me a star that ever bright

Lie their untouched a maid forever be

A loving lad to come and dwell in thee

X

Mother! It is my mind that travels far

Then all at once; alights herein again

It is the life; that you did fade and mar

It is you that; I never longed to yen

It is me that reposed to love thee back

It is the lasting shout that bid me stay

Stubborn I left thee pale and held the pack

And bleeding was my heart that shouted nay!

Ye loved me true! To thee; I was no fit

Mother: I was to pout the rags I wore

Mother: I cry of ache and love acquit

Mother: if only take the hate I bore

Mother: stop telling me that I no man

To climb a hill, or touch the sky I can

XI

Ever odd, change not, nor show a sign of wit

I walk as though to flee my troubled mind

And talk as though to stammer words a spit

And think me wise but strange the thoughts I find

I walk afeared of looks I shyly meet

And blinded act belike a child I limp

Beggar to be a sundry few to eat

If noble why was born to be a wimp

I give a sight or two to those who climb

A farther height, to reach what is to reach

Unable still to move and use the time

Before the horn is heard for us to teach

The lack of wit to man: a living knife

That crippled he shall limp in endless strife

XII

Im dead, inside me ghosts and thoughts of death

O sweet thou shant compel me good of will

I lost it faith in thee and lost my breath

Divided if, or falsely made of ill

And if live I to see me put a shame

To those abject to scanty want of life

O looks and piercing thorns of lasting pain

O life, I shall forsake and stop the strife

O let me stain my soul with earthy dirt

My bleeding eye became of white to see

Entangling hands in silent want convert

And lips that boast the smell they darkly reek

O those who love are chosen in advance

And others put in lowest hap of chance

XIII

The airy balm of todays noble heat

Hath brought me twice an old friend of the past

She was still young and cloying roses sweet

And still she fair though beauty never lasts

Her eyes did look, but still she wondered more

And being shy diverted she her eyes

Again she looked and then she made of sure

Her hair she placed and then she made a sigh

But coward I, my veins run cold and numb

And blinded I, did look as though a strange

To her that sat, and begged my heart to come

Bitter I left, and leaving I arranged

O no, if were a man of beating heart;

Never to let a nymph and her depart

XIV

Saith he: trow I thine life the least of worse

Probe I thy face a tranquil paint of joy;

Bothers me none, no man can thee a verse

Outlive, nor see I mundane signs of coy

I see betwixt the moon and sun a light

A word, that love itself shall never be

A word, that hath a sound of hissing rites

A word that lit thy face and colored thee

Say I, of wrongs that ye hath yet committed

Of judging ill, and probing me the rife

Thine wit is short, and thus ye canst predict

Thou canst perceive the most oppressive life

My friend a blinded eye to which I feel

My friend a poisoned hand that seekst to heal

XV

What love! That man canst not forbid to see

Is it a force most strange and full of awe?

Say nay, and never love and never plea

Love is a curse that never breaks a law

Love is a beast that kiss us most gentle

Love is a song that beggars sing its words

Love is a wind, a cold to heat temples

Love is a lie that strikes us hence and forth

And love, o love! most unfair boon of love

Men that never a tear shed are to rain

What hearts do grant in name of sinful love

For they do cry and grief they never feign

Say love I hate, and never heart torment

To love again I shall never contend

XVI

Unjust is love and more unjust to love

My mistress fair that bids my heart to come

She seems a queen, yet wears no crown above

Her looks are cold but yet they turned me numb

She said: my love! You are a knight a see

But soft! I mount no steed and wear no arms

She said: o dear! So oft I dreamt of thee

Alas! I say, but dear! Sleep hath no charms

O no, now she begins to kiss me quick

I say! My love, you never let me speak

And now, she stops and gins to use her tricks

How lovely is my love when blush her cheeks

Never was there a sweeter pain than love

A flower red, but white belike a dove

XVII

And gone, and I will never see her face

My friend but I wish that she was of more

All days are now empty without embrace

And gone, her scent I will always adore

Forgive me love, that I hath loved thee once

And dared my love to think of thee so oft

When I walk near, and I note thy fragrance

Methinks that wind hath never been so soft

My dreams are rough, my heart is chiding me

Thy ghost is here with me all nights and days

It laughs at me then it resembles thee

Forgive me love that I hath dared to play

I sleep I wake, I dream and then I die

Farewell me love, I shall bid thee goodbye

XVIII

I am no man, nor I a knight that owns

A sword, and conquers lands and boasts alike

I am no bold, nor hath a thousand throne

Nor fair am I , nor far from heavens spite

I have for thee but love and grant thee much

As much as hills can bear and mountain tops

Can jostle reaching farther heights and such

A lovers sign, hath not an end to stop.

I do no tricks, deceitful not as thee

Though love is blind, I see but scorn and hate

Still love you thus, as high as you can be

Though know thee well, still know not I my fate

Do laugh at me, still laugh at me and more

I shall hunt thee, and wait on heavens door

XIX

Forgive the mind, my lass for letting thee

Thus bare to time, thus bidding me alone

For I tormented mine and I shall be

Lamenting fate that kept us thus unknown

I reckoned that, I shall never be thine

And said that we can never taste of love

For thou art fair, and stars do bid thee shine

And men do ask they hand and call thee love

But I did err, and never shall I err

To thee, and never shall I deem thee false

For now, I see thee true, sweetly altered

And now, I feel that heart for thee do pulse

Forgive me love, my words are scant to tell

If man canst err, whyfore an open hell?

XX

A poet I , his role divine, his soul;

Is lost, in deepest dark and meanest dearth

His words belike a flame to heated coal

For none do hear, and none doth deem the worth

I know that love is dead, no longer lives

And that to love, and haply to be loved

Is not a plain a word, this bound to give

Thine heart a task, thine soul a taste of love

This love of modern man is false and dead

The reasons that, this can be loved and others nay

Is that repelling is a maid too fed

And thus, be born a man or else to say

Stay thus a virgin shame for winds to scorn

Or else be bold and pray to kiss the morn

XXI

A mistress tempted me to sin amiss

In love forlorn was I a man of fate

Begging I did, my lips did beg a kiss

But neither met, nor fed the whetted bait

I said: in morrows early sight of day

We shall anon meet far of peoples looks

I shall hold tight of you and start the play

O kiss me quick my love beneath the brook

And thus we met and marched toward the bush

Put she her arm upon my collars parts

Beating my heart, I tried to gin a push

Seeking her neck, kissing her lips apart

Sighing did she reddened I saw her face

That shouted lust, my mistress did she shout:

O nay stop thou said she scudding apace

Tread on my field and pluck the flower out

Hillocks are round for thee to step upon

If willst thou may conquer the roughest side

Then why do crimson wax to red and hot

My lord if thou did pull my lips aside?

My love: red-cheeked art thou; of kissing thee

I conquered thine, and thine did hung on me

Random

Poems

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I

One day' when clouded skies did hide

Behind the shield of unwilling colors

And fainting dark as when the wind chides

It hung and loose belike an anchor..

The rain fell on my face and poured

From all the sides,and kissed me soft

I kissed it back, and kissing more

I sought to sink' in kissing oft.

Crossing the bridge i held a scarf

And tight it was, around my neck

I felt my life was but a laugh

I heard when saw i all the wreck.

A bleeding heart inside my chest

Was beating faint' and crying dim

"A silent heart, a dying quest"

Thou be,.

I shouted thus, spelling a hymn.'

Thou shan't love' nor ever be a man

Whose heart' a flame to warm a night

For love doth burn when join'd a fan

Alone , a heart canst make a light

Still but a youth when felt an ache i called

'Amour' or love' for love doth speak

A thousand tongue

Big or small...

Yet alas' it compelled me to shriek..

Tis' done' my thoughts converted far

Recalling, what the present owes...

"Surrounded by unwanted dirt"

That wear a mask and falsely mar

And wrongly err' and scantly show.

Those that were born as men were born

Ahose that gold hath defaced their souls

And those unlike me that are worn

With lust belike a burning coal

Amid my way to cross the bridge

Methinks a ghost was walking near

When pass'd and came beside my ridge

And looked my eyes and out of fear

Her eyes i looked and then i sighed

Tthat was my past i looked into

As dark as is the coldest night

As greenish as a morning's dew.

II

I shall not forget the yellow monster

Whose eyes are but a laughter of my state

Whose sweet smile is a dripping venom

That shakes my leaves of autumn

They stabs of this dagger

Do taboo, my generous matter

And darken my shades

I shall not forget

That hair and silky milk

That makes me sink

In seas of golden fate

And laughs upon my state

III

O say not more

That I adore

To die afore

See her no more

O tell me how

She doth allow

My heart to vow

An oath to flow

O stop the wind

O lord it shinned

Her skirt it skinned

Those legs it sinned

O may I miss

Thy lips a kiss

And ear a hiss

An utter bliss

O lord she laughs

And tease me chaff

And tears my half

On my behalf

IV

Tis again I feel inside my veins and heart

That I must needs a further treatment fast

Ere winds do take the lasting pain apart

Convulsive thoughts of sooner love to last

I beg the fate a fairer love to grant

And never let my heart to all beloving chant

This soon to come, the coldest fooling night

The tendrils sweetest dew upon my eyes

The gestures of the sun before her sight

And all the moving of her hairs belied

Attaining life on every breath I make

And looking false to keep me of her ache

This love of yours is hotness I not feel

The winter of your smile when passing winds

And fainted ghosts do greet thee and do cheer

I beg thee not to put aside my chin

A harsher pride, a blunted sense of hate

For both are death and are a lovers fate

Twas but a day I lived the blinded morn

Did haunt the shadows oft behind the hills

Before the light could rise and thus be born

The sun did hunt the moon and thusly killed

Twas she that I did meet and joined my heart

Twas life that did embark on my behalf

For then I took an oath that never love

Nor ever passions mingled hand

Shall burn the stone that angles doves

Did curve above, a flinted hardened sand

The fairer maid shall not my heart seduce

And take the sense my mind and soul abused

But soft; a man is nothing but a door

To ope a hell and close all doors apace

A charming face hath all the might and more

To newly start what did the time erase

Thy name a curse , forsake that name of thine

And be my love or else a star do shine

V

Woman, a word of two syllables contain

A farther aim, thus to rather sustain

Power and sacredness

Desire do not partly touch it still

Though fathers may be tempted beyond reach

And those who dont relate to fathers leash

Are alike in temptation

A woman has a harsher tone than a bears roaring, or a seas foaming

Though delicate that tone may be, and sweeter than a look may seem

A woman is never reigned, because neither a land nor a subject she

Her feelings are like a soft winters leaf

A wind it blows unassailed but yet it sends relief

You may assume that a womans weakest part is conquered, so oft, so easily

discovered

But mind your thoughts, for weakness a weapon to arm the frailest cause

And turn it recovered

Hail for a day of joy, we shout, may our voice and shouting reach the sky

Prick the wandering clouds of windy weather and passing stars

Let the mountain tops, be lifted high, let the horses small and big, fret and

nigh

Today a day of love we cheer not for

But beholding a greater cause, the womans voice, a pitch a harshly sweet

voice

That shall aim to chant ears of humanity, that malice has eaten up their

rotten hearts and replace it savage

One billion rising, their hands above their heads, to scream one word :

woman

Cry one cause: justice

Let us be one, join our souls , so the unfortunate may deem life a fortune is

Though a beggar he may thusly live

VI

I see asses white and red

Pussies jumping on my bed

Eat em full and cut the bread

Tasty, juicy and nothing said

Fleshy, naughty, full and fed

Spanking hard can make it shed

Hot and red a pussy bled

Cuz my dick all hard ahead

Dwelt a pussy and turned it dead

VII

Keep me thus wailing for thee

Waiting for a moments sight

Of thee

Though fault may be shared

You tend to tie me with

Thou knowst me not, nor figures thou my highest aim

To thee

Art thou still mad? For thou did err

To me

And erring hath, parted us each apart

To thee;

I took my share of angers want

With thee

I never thought that love enchants

A simple fault, be not forgiven

My dear?

If we both were driven

Nor given

A scant of want, a willful strength

VIII

And reckonst thou I never loved afore?

O speak but truth, whyfore a chance of love

Thou lackst to give my heart a chance whyfore?

I said my self shall never touch again

That feather pen, that ink is floating shore

And said, compel me not, o love do not

Be thus a word that joints do tremble hot

And failed attempting most disgraceful fight

And drank and forced my heart a maidens light

Why thus my heart is weakened of thy sight?

Why dost the sun ascends the mighty sky?

And breathes and heavy flames do reach my eye

Is that but love? That red is thus and white?

Is that but thee a bird most tuneful and most bright?

Tis but a chance I ask, I beg if wast I told

Is hard to love, tis but a lad I stand

And manly say that chances do not die

If put my dear in most ambiguous ways

IX

From the rock-like collapsed

And the qualms of the derived and dispirited

Lo magical, lo tuneful

The smiley melodious nightingale

I lament passion and my broken heart

And the strains of the tyrannous mighty

The encroaching pain of love, the oppressive

The bothers of sultan and the arrogant

Hear my words and all my howling

And sip tears from my hollow eyes

And with tone quill pain my smile

I then, I free bird reach the firmament

The lass my heart adored, hath tormented

My delicate soul and prided

The heaven-like beauty

And changed from and angel to be

A tyrannical usurper and tyrannized

Though I love the eyes: Their bashfulness

And adore the single curl of golden hairs

The wench snubbed my begging and the eyelashes

My life altered with her heart

The lover of his she thus became

As if my heart never shed a tear

As if I never loved its subjugation

As if, my love your heart loved

Ere your feet the cradle touch

X

Emma: my sweet loving maid

Your eyes hath my soul made

A barren field of broken promises

How is it your hairs are golden strokes?

Is that the dying sun my tears provokest?

Or is it only your deceiving smiles?

That my heart stabs and sliest?

How could the light shape your face?

Art thee an angel or a miragy lake?

Doth thine figure yonder fawn resemble?

When jump and leap and scramble?

She doth the moon resemble

Her emerald-like eyes tremble

A kin to the burnished sun

A decay to the dying dun

Still I adore thee and die

Twenty times for thine eyes

Thy curls I bear for heat

When my heart ceases to beat

Thine eyes a torch I hold

When darkness coverst and foldst

Perishing lightness

Thine lips I shyly kiss

In a winter night

The rains start to hiss

Yond steed nighst

So long my love for now

For my soul shall hunt thee

Till thine heart mine veins renewst

And the stars thine ghost be

XI

When walkst or speakst or smilest

I could swear my heart would faintst

For she is the sun, and the source of life

She holds with celestial uncompromised light

I loved thee, I dreamt of thee

I rendered thee the unwanted right

A burnished sun in a moons field

Thou art, and shall be a crowned queen

XII

Let my soul be free thou beast thou wench

And ditched away be, sayst thou thy lips the crimson?

Thinkst thou twice, for crimson hath never proved soft

The smile the fangs the claws of thine

Thou witherst life of lasting pain

And slayst thou the bloody moon

When walkst thou, the earth crackst and faintst and diest

How killst thou the bliss of love?

And eternal pain let thou bear

Until the ocean prove dark

And thy breath betaken to mere bark

Stained thou my bosom of blood

Of true passion and thorns of sober looks

Pricked my course of longing and yearning youth

Let the breath be mine bebreathed

Ere the sun grudge the moon and mars the wandering souls of passing air

The eternal beauteous fair of yonder east, bends the gossamer of yielding

love and loving lad

Thou shalt taste dark venoms, thou made my youth drink upon the life of

thine

So long as my life is yours, my soul shall set in darkest dawns

To thee, smilest and cursest

XIII

The inconstant stars

As high as they may be

Hath slant power to mar

The days of mine as to be

as auspicious as my night

grant me hope and endless rights

to seek my fate

my eternal fate

XIV

I the lad of yonder air

Killst the desire of mine with a dagger belike a nail

Mislike not my temper

For the moon doth pity my state of the kind

And the meteor hath mine heart infected a troubled mind

Could nature be a cruel beast?

I doubt my disbelief of love and east

I am indifferent of the thought and shape

I the lad am a man of doom and fate

Lo the winds do mine state carry the load

I if the eyes encounter

I if doth eyes admire

Be not a man of soul and heart

If rhyme not an ode

And cry the stars my state the dire

XV

Come and ask my hand

If my parents desireth thee not

Let us both sacrifice our souls

To nature

Let us be bare like a babe

Incorporate with one soul

And drink our tears in pain

To the firmament let us fly

Until our feet the sun disgrace

And be as one to none be debased

But if my parents desireth thee

Here art my lips to kiss

As when my heart an utter bliss

Be to the pitch of a lethe

Let us be bare and seethed

XVI

It has been a constant dream

Ever since my eyes fortold

A heaven-like place and seen

My fate in it and sold

My present and all the past

Walking under the rain

I try to touch that holy rain

And feel my eternal joy of hope

And utterly forget my lasting pain

O if I only kiss that ground

And besmear my self in that bound

Of longing love and burning sounds

Id never let go these streets

These people and smiling subways

When sit in national parks and sleep

Beside lady America and paved ways

Can my voice ever reach you

Look at my eyes if you can see

My sufferings and faith in you

I want to find myself in you

I want to die in your arms

And be

A human again, because my humanitys lost

Within the ignorant eyes and mouths

Ive seen you in my dreams

And I shall one day touch you real

I wont give up whatever they say

Shall live in you as you in me

Gave hope and softened my days

XVII

Ive started to deem my self unhuman

For when my heart craveth to love

I reprimand its desire and to none

Hand my passion and be as a glove

In one hand and the other sealed

How can bashfulness become a leash

To my veins and all my parts?

How comest that mine eyes beseech

Not to love when love askst to depart?

If love were a force, man would love

Man would the passion wear as a dove

If I were human I would deem

Love as a right to man and scream

With the smothered hiss of cold

The name of love as holy as gold

As bitter as one-sided affection

To Juliet, the sacred complexion

But Im still as young as a leaf

In an autumns coldest eve

And my heart hath not yet learnt

How to love and to love be burnt

XVIII

I see it as I wander

The spirit of love

Enshrines each soul with the other

And make celestial of the doves

That spell the name of misery

The time I look into my memory

I see it as I wander

The spirit of love

Makest my soul tormented the more

My heart I vow to adore

And tear the sense of life

Each time their hands enclose

In eternal lock of life

I see it as I wander

The spirit of love

Beauteous as it is and noble the name

That humanity shouts in martyr flame

I say it heart broken

And hearts are honest

When feel the pain life endorses

I long to kiss the lips of life

I long to burn in it and strife

To endless waters and dark oceans

I see it as I wander

The spirit of love

Lonely as I am and lonesomeness

Burns the heart of the true lover

Why dost the sun grudge the moon and scudder?

The moons sober looks

Why canst I be burnt to death in love

And swear the oath of happiness

And be as high as the sky can afford

May my ashes the winds carry

To my soulmate

And join our hearts and be forever merry

XIX

Falsely in love or lovingly false

When doth she lie I knowingly kiss

Those lips of crimson those utterly bliss

And hug her tight and vouch my love

And worship the honey of her breath

And breathe again

And Im alive again

XX

For heavens sakes

Tell me how doth the souls meet in one?

How doth the eye admire the other?

How doth humans be in love?

For Im lost in wonders

And my eyes doth bleed

Of the sight of lovers love embodied

XXI

Women art but a prey to men

So men! Let go thy shyness

And woo her

For she doth the minutes

Count impatient

Let her feel thy noble intent

And lock her eyes in eternal passion

For she is a human still

Neither a monster nor a beast she

Then kiss het softly till she holds

Thine hands and sigh in love

And tell you that you are the man

That she will be

Forever with

XXII

She says: son thou art changed!

I reply: I wish I were

For then: Id not the looks estranged be

And for heavens sakes not err

She says: son, why art thou late?

I reply: I wish I were

Sitting on shores, tossing my bate

Kissing her, and seized, be not astir

She says: son, why art thou sad?

I say: I wish I were

For happiness turned me mad

And winters wind my life altered

She says: son thou art unhuman!

I reply: I wish I may

Forever be thus for whyfore unbroken

Live I, and whyfore hither askst I my delay?

XXIII

Turn thine eyes away

For they doth prepare to die astray

The moment thou make them bide

By the lasss eyes, and those are tides

That move the man to fade

And crave hell, be it his fate

Cease to look, and hope to be

A brother to love, for it loath thee

And makes thine heart suffer the more

Thou wish to die aside its shore

Put your eyes a better place

Ere thou regrets it too late

Tmay be for thou cant stand

The looks of eyes when do command

The heart to be a slave to love

Tmay be you fear to seek

Thine hearts wish as thou art weak

To peek a glace to whats above

To forbid thine hearts doom and decay

I beseech thine eyes not behold

A far-reach beauty and not to play

With a nobler life, as thou wast told

For this is a cause I cry

To see eyes of men bleed as their hearts

Doth bleed the pain of love

And die a worser death, that was meant to start

XXIV

I try to vouch it, but Im tried

For fair is the sun that rise and shine

And too fair is unfair to all men

Thusly we strife belike a hen

To admire and be admired

We worship the eye and breathe

The air she breath and bequeath

Be we it, and twenty times we die

Till she her head rises and fall

XXV

She is everything I long for

She possesses an angel heart

She grants me sweet smiles

Mine heart smiles and larks

My face is abashed to belie

My face is ashamed to adore

She is everything I long for

She asks me to wee her

She wants my hands to err

In the sin of love and noble shores

My sweet mistress of yonder west

Is the mountain asked by the winds

To move?

Hath the sun asked the moons decease

To prove?

She is everything I asked for

She owes me life and life

Is as precious so as to implore

A lover be and cut the veins a knife

She is everything I asked for

She encounters my eyes

She speaks to my heart, and tells me lies

Of crimson lips and sweets engendered

She is everything I yearned for

She moves me still

When walks past my barren shore

She seized my lips

She forsworn to love my eyes

And my eyes doth her eyes forsworn

She is everything,

I want no more

Locks of loves spells delay

Dont love me afore

Be you my stay

Neither can love, nor can I

Adore

I am odd a youth

Thusly made

XXVI

I am to thee forever bound

I vouch it proud and gay

That mine rhymes shall be found

As consistent as the mere decay

Of free rhymes, which I cant tell

Their prominent words can flow

The brook of time, tmay be hell;

To comprehend my rhymes blow

But

I am to thee forever bound

I am a strange verse to new eyes

Whose yearning sights I doubt

And whose deceiving smiles art but a lie

The rhymes that mine mind spillst

Shall be eternal in endless time

And nay say I, for this is my fate

Thence my verses shall rise and shine

I am to thee forever bound

For deep is the poet that conveys his sorrow

In form of senseless tunes and sounds

And fair is the time that be morrow

To a new morn and to new forms

Of old rhymes and blindful shades

That will, and age of sphere shaken norms

Transform and mine verses shant fade

I am to thee forever bound

XXVII

She is as sweet as the rain drops

When fall of my barren heart

She stands right next to my ghost

She is by her hairs annoyed

So her hands pass to her head

My god bless that noble hand

And bless my heart withal

For I am enchanted by her beauty

I am dying to kiss her sweetly

XXVIII

This world is unfit for poets hearts

For we tend to hide our passions parts

And let them be into forms of words

Transported, and we eat loves worms

Instead of being in utter bliss

And we watch the hogs every dying kiss

And sit in silent pain and behold alike

Unworthy people deeming themselves the like

We are unfit as poets to breathe

The air that is by life bequeathed

We are left as poets to rot

Beside the reeking coffins and naught

Be we as poets, I truly cry

Our fate the auspicious

That we shall not taste love

That we shall wait in vain, belike doves

Broken-winged and muffed the mouth

That they speak withal, and drought

Is the oasis that treads our feet

When loves heart ceases to beat

Ladylove is a daydream wish

We are as far from that wish

As the west is from the east

And the sun from the dawns feast

The language that we poets speak

Is to deaf ears and blind eyes

Unspoken signs

They do laugh when our wisdom hear

Lost are they at our sphere

XXIX

Afore man would say:

I am a man still, why afeared?

Of womens looks and why stay?

Away from their sweetest shield

Afore man would spit the blood

On a womans filthiest dirt

A man would tear loves bud

And curse the heavens that made flirt

A mans sluttest deed

A fore man would a woman ditch

Her lowest figure

To unknown sea, call her a bitch

Make feast, our of his err

Man would forcibly make

Love a right to all mankind

Not shake his head

Nor his mind

But todays wonders we have seen

Of mans most irrational deeds

A man would say

I am not a man still,

I am afeared

Womens looks turned me shrill

I shall not conquer that iron shield

Today man would spit the blood

On a womans lowest filth

A man would die for loves bud

Be as the land that lacks tilt

Aside with the lowest dignity of heart

To far lands and call her a witch

That enchanted his passions parts

XXX

She is gone, now forever

She will devote herself to god

She will look her face in bitter

On the windows glass and nod

Beseeming my shadowed face

She is gone now all together

With the scent of her curly hair

And the shade of her figures blur

The pearly smiles with heavens despair

Beseeming my shadowed face..

She is gone now together

We were alike in shyness

We used to wait for time to alter

What have our hearts imposed on us

Beseeming my shadowed face

She is gone now forever

I will regret my blinded looks

That forbade my hearts wish and never

Vouch my passion to sealed books

Nor wait my hearts bleeding

Nor in vain burry my feelings

XXXI

Those eyes of honey sweet

Have moved my heart to tears

Marry me sweetheart and be my love

Forever I will call thee my love

XXXII

When thou doddered be

And the forty stars

The moon vampst thee

And all the planets apart

When thine cheeks blush

The sun riseth the earth

When doth the cheek flush

We outlive the dismal dearth

When wind flirt thine hairs

And forehead dimly kiss

Golden the curls and fair

That we are all amiss

When thine lips utter or move

Wines we then the fittest prove

When thine eyes look

Perished existence in beggary books

Then comes the smile that sweep

The dire souls and eyes that weep

When they buds blander

Roses of redolent odors and slandered

You be, and flattered you become

The more you turn the roses numb

When your eyes my eyes chide

Bleeding the wound by thine pride

When love is to adonises shown

I blame it love and blame my own

When your waist dances my dream

I dance your eyes, I love thee scream

My thou the violin wreak

When walk you near me

Bashfulness composes thee

When I breath thine beauty

I turn a slave to thee

Prithee I ask forsooth

Dost thou love?

Dost thou ask the shade?

Hath beauty mingled love

Pebbles and clay a maid?

Do you hide beauty?

Do you my eyes plea?

Trow you twice

For cold is the ice

That warms my heart

And cut my veins apart

My soul shall be thine

In decay or in heavens shine

Shall tarry with thee in endless line

XXXIII

May I hiss thee a love ditty

And call thee a bird

Kiss thee, and hug your head in the breeze

In graves of bones that lovers sobs yet whirred

Albeit a gate that kept us far in yearn

XXXIV

The wind hurled and morns dawn

Struck the air with dews wet cold

And suns heat turned hell

XXXV

Man is a fault that walks by lust and those

Are blind that see but lust and cry but lust

If only I those blindful men

Hang up, and up and up,, till I their hearts

Fix up, and hold the sign that shines in gold

That man is man and never shall man doubt

XXXVI

Said she: I wonder how the time could turn

My sir in this exact hour of day?

I said: it is before the noon could burn

And saying this her eyes did ask me stay

We looked and time is gone for us to look

She laughed and laughing thus we fell in love

But lacking wit I ceased my looks to hook

Away she went after we fell in love

XXXVII

Thou art the glowing moon

In a summer's night

And a blushing angel smiling, sweet bright.

I beseech thine eyes through the wandering cloud.

When a celestial light drew thee shy

And gave thee the beauty of the moon.

Thou art but a remedy to the dying cure.

And a prophet with a prophecy to the poor.

Thine eyes when look are a pearl so pure.

In faith! My fate is in their light so sure.

XXXVIII

Thou art the honey that looms

And drops over the mountain

Thy dreams do persist the falling

And nigntly prick the bosoms lightly

Thine beauty is torn and cut in twain

Doth the eye and lip be stain'd

For not the wolf nor beast you fear'st

Nor the dark thy shadow can bear

Thou art the bleeding sun

That stings us all and shun

And doth the air and earth

forbear to be or see and mirth

XXXIX

Sweet dreams methinks I see of you

A life of heaven's fields I blink

A life of merry lust I drink

O' dusks, dawns, and whirling waves

Heil ye that spits the flame and sways

{the golden fate}

I shall send my soul to live forever free

I shall retrieve my breath and lights of thee.

{Of golden fate}

XL

Though my heart is slain

Thou my heart is slain.

And my soul is cut in twain.

I shall not give my heart to the grieves.

Nor let the stars torment my dreams.

I shall astride and chase my fate.

And keep my heart to god's sake.

XLI

Thou mother knowst none

Keep the lad in grief and shun;

The shades of his.

Know ye how to cure his sober heart?

And drag the dark grieves apart?

XLII

The winds of tis' season'd day doth torment

A lad's eye,

Doth with blasting looks mar the sacrosanct.

And with burn'd sighs:

I the lad with poignant heart and bloody soul,

With qualms, spells, and charms,

Hear, the sun, O' the sun,

Dost forbid the sores and shun,

Me' I the stone of wandering stars

Of this seance, of cursing charms.

Albeit the slain moon, was to laugh

And strew my grave a rose and half.

The winds the sun asked my state.

And the sun, O' the sun ,dost the stabs of life forsee,

And the lad's heart with thorns and stones to be,

(sacrosanct)

Thou my East, my sweet gossamer, of tis' Nightingale

The meteor's maid, and the entreating shale,

The moon's light, and the sun's might.

The bliss taboo and I to thy shadowy odour;

Not to yield..

Yielding sun, be to eyes of Mars, and behold, the light that darkens thy

Shades.

To lasting doom, thou be doom'd.

XLIII

Be not upset

Be not upset my love be not upset

The dark shall sink thy face again

And 'gin to kiss thee light and lift thy head

A maidenhead is not a shield to men

Be not upset, I did thine eyes evade

Reproach' me not; be not a woeful wench

My heart is weak and tis but short decayed

Do not a tear thine eyes torment to quench.

I am a man, blame not a man to love

A man is thusly made, to love and live

A man is ought to dream and seek to love

A man is but a man , thus passion give

Thine shape is lighted by the sun and eyes

Outlive the sun and mix to royal hairs

Eyelash'd and color'd blue belike a sky.

Abashe'd and timid face'd belike the air.

XLIV

I bleed, my heart doth bleed with pain

And cold i feel within my veins

I never had a lover's face

I never had a lover's fate

And so, I live as though my life

A blooded soul, a wheted knife

I never had a soul, a lass

To light my dark and heart surpass

Maybe i will be loved when dark

Composeth earth and sends a mark

Forgive me O, O chide me not

I planned not this nor wast i taught

Tis but that heart do bid me love

Though failed afore to be beloved

Say not that madness wast my name

Say not that love is but a shame

I bleed, o' see me bleeding red

For thee that asked my eye to shed

I might escape or show no want

But mark ye that, the mind thee haunt'st

The mind doth think that me and you

Shall never be as one and true

Shall never meet in bed of lust

Shall never taste of love and rust

The reason is that nature's curse

Did wrongly let my mind converse

Rivals I see they hunt thee oft

In silent thoughts and words so soft

I am a dot in seas of blue

And thus i canst be loved by you

Thou art the sun that shone at night

Thou art a star and fair and bright

I sense thee cold of wrongs that i

Didst none but those who art a lie

How canst burn thy heart a flame?

And panting fast it starts to blame

How canst I tell thee that my heart

Is not alike and cut apart?

How canst I beg thee hear a word?

A word is but a word to err

That since the eyes did meet a day

Of yonder past they choose the way

I speak of mine and not of yours

For mine did oft your eyes adore

Is with a kiss the life returns?

Is with a look the eyes could burn?

XLV

Likewise Thou art; unlike the like

If stars do shine' my love be thus a light

Be shy a maid' be up and high alike

My love if love canst see aright

Cry not' love's not a priceless sold

Love's bold' love's but a dream to sleep

Hither come' art thee a joyful bold

Stay thus 'lie not' be not a snake to creep.

A blonded wench' a color'd sun

Thou art! true white belike the moon

Full red' and slightly pink and dun

Abash'd and fair as if to swoon.

Love Me; though hurt by love afore

I ask a wish' For long my way

To be a Man whose heart a shore

And full with joy , my love a day,.

Methinks that life is farther more

to us that love' a fairer sky

a path that darkness kept a door

and I hath not a key ' to dare the eye

XLVI

Methinks I' seen as much of hands

As doth the sea of golden sands

Entangled are, in passion lock'd

Under a spell that chanted love

But hands of mine hath not adjoined;

A softer hand and never foil'd

Alone I was, a lonesome lad

His heart is numb, his soul is sad

His lips a flame that needed rain

To quench and to abate the pain

His hands a field without a drop

Of passion for his grief to stop

To stop what time hath wrongly err'd

A complexion most odd and spurr'd

Without a soul likewise his own

To lessen pain and chant a tone.

A tone that should his heart a flame.

Give birth and thus erase the shame

Alas for none doth seem aware

To look upon his heart and care

None doth know what it means to love

And never reach to kiss the dove

And true are those that deem the bless

That is in heart with nothing less

For oft they know that joy a mask;

For man to wear and hide the task.

A maid or less of rank may laugh

Alike, and mock on my behalf

And think that I possess no heart

Nor hath a sense to know a tart.

And thus a man I ask to be

A lover once; a barren sea

I ask to know what is that love;

Doth grant a man when does he love

I quite well know that love doth hurt

And know how falsely hearts convert

If had to break me up, do break

Break up and let me sense the ache

I fear no pain' I see no beast

Break up if had to turn the east

Break up, prithee if wast thou forc'd

But love me first and soul endorse

XLVII

Art thee a jubilant my dear?

For god hath made thee fair

God hath ordered hills to hear

That earthy good hath made thee rare

Art thee arrogant my dear?

For both we trow' that glare

Hath made thy eyes a sneer

And made thy looks a flare

Art thee proud my dear?

For thou wert made to dare

The bloody moon' a tear

The sun that shaped thy hair...

Art thee wane my dear?

For I hath quick declared

That heart is thus sincere,

In loving thee to swear...

Art thee shy my dear?

Say not such lies to spare..

My love to thee, and jeer

Say not that we shallt err

If we be ever joined my dear

Say not my heart is bare

And hath no sense to thee

Say not I am no heir

To treasures gold and pearls my dear

Say not thy father's air

Is not to bring us near

Say not It is despair

That part us thus away my dear

For I well know that stares

Bear not a lie' to tell an ear

That white to blend or wear

A less of rank, shall not my dear...

XLVIII

We both trow my dear that thou art a sun

And when the cloud reaches the mighty sun

Golden as the strikes of yonder east

Plentiful as a nightly joyful feast

Thou mayst dream of days art but a rose

And that the rivers art belike the wine

Smiling my lovd and thithdr goes

To boast a fairer spring of thine

We both trow my love that thou art the sun

That clouded skies did send a kiss

Drunken as though thy lips a field

To lustful rains my dear a bliss

A willful lad to prick thy shield

A start thou art my dear, a golden sun

A cloud, could lift thy soul a farther height

A cloud could oft a wrongful letter write

But lovers true, shall not a tear

Compell thy cheeks to sinful shame appear

Thou art a sun celestial shines

As doth the moon forsakes his gown

Thou art a sun and not a sign

Thy head a graceful golden crown

I bid thee shine my sun

That pallid mountain slept

As when a tone thou spelt

Then moved astir, and broken fell

Regretful is to wail the sun

And ope an endless hell

Tis wast the sun

A cloud did kiss

The sun

A mountain wailed

The sun

Tis done

XLIX

O love, my fear of thee prevents living

Lest wrong my heart or wrong thee giving

For then, all of my actions change and bind

As when my soul another mate it finds

O love thy name provokest my bones shaking

For it dost grow as minutes keep moving

As cold desire hence to lose its siege

And burning fire, a new born heart to give

Inexperienced in love am I growing

As virgins fear, to blood-drop loosing

So is my hand if met with hands of thine

It witherst fast as flowers ere their time

L

No sweet words can thy beauty prove

Nor is there tongues to praise thy sooth

In love forlorn, I do thee wrong

To love thee much and tie my tongue

O honey sweet, and hot-red cheeked

O lips on lips in mortal sleep

O rounded hills and tender hands

In temples sin we and command

O that we meet, no more delays

To torment love and kill my days

Then we as one incorporate

Thus we shall kiss and seal our fate

LI

O look in times how beauty wast defined

And still defined, is it by faces fair

See how the white, well painted and divine

Seekst not the color white, but only dare

To be in marriage bound to fairest white

And colored are, by due of likeness seek

To be well-saved by colored faces night

And only choose the best accordant sweet

Thus all the colors in their faces live

And so they love, and so they shall be loved

But all discordant faces bare and dimmd

Are left bereaved and destined not to love

Or else be joined are they by likeness fit

To add themselves what was by time bereft

Tmay that which is not matched to lightness lit

And spire be, as well in ranks be held

O hailed they shall, the fairest faces made

And cherished are, for all the beauty shown

Praised be their hearts if darkness they inhale

And those who true love hold, their hearts disowned

This life ere now, unfair to all unfair

Cannot defy, for is thus writ and born

Proud faces sought by less of beauty snare

And only join those like their share and more

But we alone, no beauty bounty taste

Not meant to live, nor die as time do haste

LII

Aside the yellow leaves of sycamore

I shivered cold and turned as pale

O soft the breeze that played my single hairs

LIII

And thinks herself an angel be

That of some blood, be rushing bold

From vein to vein and face of red

Boasts of divine and yellow stripes

And shuns she all prospects alone

That she as milk doth pour and white

As cold as is the melting ice

From mountains full and hills atop

Is she a blonde, and fairly knows

That when her face is lit and hot

And when her hair bescorns the sun

All meaning left that is of life

And all that can define of love

All dead and still like wanton air

And all again the holy blonde

That shines of light as doth a sun

But fierce, that white and blinded lights

Unable be to match the like;

Epic Poems

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I

The sun that hides behind the cloud

And shines above the fairest sound

Alike do hide, do hide and shine

Thus winter comes and veins do die

The hell whose coal is burning short

As gluttons are to plenty poor

His mouth, to these unworthy sort

As endless rains to restless shores

But boasts his shadows countless fights

And feeds his flame with mens desire

As shackles cling forseeming plight

And all the culprits fall to fire

But when comest that which renders life

As lifeless pain to golden times

She all as dark to conquered light

Feedst that which once was in his prime

Save hell save cold , save all the mighty gods

This meant to be that she a maid

Such royal birth to fortune lots

To hide her beauty from her shades

See all that hides within itself

All noble fair to end unfair

And live as hermits in their shell

Though beautys spring be it their share

It was above that thou wert made

Where angels white did gather oft

Behind the clouds that passing fades

And on a throne that shone aloft

As lightning stroke the wanton shades

And all the humming back and forth

So did the thunder as the blades

And sharp as is the burning torch

"The holy Blonde, the holy blonde

O, blessed thy name, and fair thy face

Thou art a tone on mortal Songs

On morning's dew a bashful lace"

The heavens that bless'd thee a blonde

And poured the silk onto thy head

Thus being Gold and oceans long

Thus seeming light ,though heavy lead

What substance of an earthy land

Can match a heavenly making

That air my love belike the sand

A lantern dark when shining fading

The burnished sun, that burning fuel

Such halting rage and golden hue

Untamed and fair but still as cruel

Craving for more the heavens due

And heaven breathed and angels winged

Water to freeze and ice to fire

By due that light the blonded witch

Two lines assay and fate aspire

The forehead lined of cupid hands

Each man to sway his days be writ

No minutes pass no times to sand

Hences all defined each man his wit

O plenty light o past of yore

In lanterns dim accure their shine

Thy best trait live and lines galore

Accord the windows ere their time

But soft o pretty bird aloof

In that fair bough thy lines divine

Tis that which fate swearst hold and prove

To be yet fit in times defined

II

Unruly morn steps to announce the day

When did she lay upon her bed to rest

And twisting thus her golden curls," the rays

Art nearing close to feed the beauty's nest

The morn"

Is not to leave the face of heaven's gem

The morn"

Is hence a warning sign to all a maid

The dawn"

Is darwing soon to rise above the stem

The dawn"

Auspicious as the death of hearts afraid

She wakes' and O she wakes belike a bird

That makes a sound; the fairer rising sound

And picking she, a robe' and hissing third

And smiling fourth, a fainted tone she found":

I die"

And I part not of love; Tis but of hate

I die"

That I of parting thus, beg thee await

I die"

Be merciful, be charming on my fate

I die"

I shall thy name a plenty debt abate

O' morn what hath I done of wrongs to see.?

A joyful face, yet not as much to bear

A dying lad' as I to seek the air

A window small; I ope beside a tree?

Part not of love "Tis but of hate"

Repeats the lad 'and she beguiled of thought

Waste no more time to further ask of late

Her eyes did shine " and blinded was he caught

Above the lad" the maid did rise and said"

Poor man;! why art thou pale with grief' do tell

What dost thou feet, and vouch thy pains of hell

"Love me" say not' I love but foolish heads!!

Saith he:

"The dawn' is near and death is close to take"

" I love thee not" be not afraid of love "

Tis feeling is of more than love could name"

For love is dead disgraceful is to love

Thy name:

The sweeetest rose that ever meant to rise'

And i part not of love thus part my eyes

I part of thee' I part a dying sigh

I bid thee go, and be a star to shine"

Thy voice'

Speak thou angel" Tis sound I hear when dark

Coverth the Earth' the wanton and the wise

The clime' whose thunder larks, the dismal 'bark

Are limping hard" and seek thy lips advice

O' faith" she rises even high' and nighst

Yon steed beside the dying lad and falls

She now 'gins to redden' of pain' that all

The words have made the trees a rusted shy

Partst thou of hate? "what love is that my lad?

That words the neat and fair arranging sweet

Depicting that" by dying thus beneath the heat

Of coming dawn" that MAN do shake and tremble fast

The thought of which is queerly wan and sad"

She then' as fair her figure is and white

As doth the morning dew' within the light

That falls upon the rose and makes it right

From side to side' moveth she' and lips she bites

And wails and bitter cries and shines so bright

He, looking faint' his wound is hot, his joints

Do shake and stumper hard', his face is dark

Save that of morn 'that wast to come ,and lark

He sends a kiss' Tis but a wastful art

He cries aloud 'o SWEET' TIS but a bark

O' tree" that high thou stands 'beside the wench

My heart do shake' and cites the name of which

I must needs say that much' ""be helpful once""

And bend thy bough and lift my heart withal

My pain is cold' thy leaves gives not credence

Saith he':

And found he that the morn is near to come

The sun with willful look upon the world

Doth sigh', his flames do quench his burning eye

Of looking oft' to tougher sun' that shone

Above the lad' within the home she dwelt

"ARISE, rough winds' and shake the silk of soft

That is unruly waves over a fence

That sends unwanted' charms and tricking oft

And chiding most' and bidding me to thence"

She ceased to cry, athirst her eyes for tears

And famish are to most distasteful hate

She snubbing much' did lift her head afeared

Array she jests' and pointing she her bait

She vexing red' ajar her mouth do ope

And spelling thoughts that hath a sounding fear

O' lad' fee hence' bleed not upon the grass

The nature's due is bound for us to save

Stain not''my heart with pain' for tis a glass

And solid is the sand that makest the bravest cave

The lad' beside his pain that lurks the soul

And want of love that he does seem to lack

Utters a word, that rain of red' did pour

I love' if tis I feel could make a sense

I am no fit' I tell no lies nor tricks

For thee I am no match, for those admixed

I see and those' can turn thine cheeks a rose

But I a weak' and hold no strength no