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My Father's Stupor

Posted by Faeo 'Lyre' Clive on 10/15/2011 12:04:49 PM |

Written by: Faeo 'Lyre' Clive



What I descried awhile a nod relent
because of where hath sorrows went
there have I been used, been and saw
that ruled compelled ere none screen
not my craze shall that more bore.
Unfriendly, so 'twas 'hunting desert'
athwart hath his crown, coded my gene
upon him and silhouette, senses spat
thus forbade I him_ his state. Lest,
my soul interalia stood his jest.

I returned in shakes through life, taint
these I traversed through brightness, bent
nor would itches ahead, beyond fur.
So I ululates. Lo! My wailing being
thatwith my sights, grips evermore.
There he laid, lying never than a matt
with my garments, torn to sights, seen.
Your slaves you tow below senses begat
aflame blaze me at tempest
as beheld these stupor such protest.

E'en because of what I am meant
neither because by my speeds spent
crave neither this track nor ajar door
inducing my little mind ailled at teen
thatwith sorrowed soul, soured to sore
hoping my soul glow beneath him do bath
thus, shall glow, top further and win
with flowers across my veins, thwart.
To succour myself's heaviest best
thence fulfill aim beyond, impressed.

But because my boredom you rent
just for my life's crave through tent
with my heart athwart peace, being to tore
for not would swim beyond a fin.
Now my visage loathes, sorely wore
neither right you pronounces fools so exact
thence coax tomorrows not at mean
that to your shadow, before all baby-sat
stronger with your nature shall we wrest
pleasures after, alike toddler's quest.

Thence my breath upon me cement
much I know this span has learnt
albeit out of my trail, I disregard core
either pierce ribs like does a pin
neither my soul-after would you allure
thatnot your mind cares, stepping athwart
or rule ahead me not aloft a dean
astray your home' love, towards, dies apart
Alas! To lay my father's stupor, such incest
what made him from ever or said to west.

Neither to rectify scrutiny of my saint
but because your span are sent
that to my father's state, such poor
thus astray my fad away Life's inn
advanced steps, have  I ridden above jaw
bemused at times do, yet upon souls sat.
Nor afar afield, head froing canteen
flying must wings or someday must that.
E'en your beloved, you baked back in vest
who received your invitation as a guest.

Either taking airs amiss my dent
evermore our states remains belligerent
for my father, approach nearer my war
Amen! So a new leaf, not even a gin
that you took his fluids, temple adore
like a pseudopodia, my life ala alert
that I mould ala verdure of evergreen
to opt hoods in fats. No! Mine shall smart
whom you mocked heartlessly post-haste
thence flew blamelessly a return to nest.

These withers none of my sweats, repent
you are the prim-rose path disguising plangent
yet your lovers you do that, ignore
reverse to pretence that nice and serene
and their ribs and veins to brooding draw
to behold such you, sensed hath my heart
yet descry me, you and my father; between
neither a roof you possessed like a bat.
With you, am not, such my tone detest
whereas my father, you defiled messed.