Posted by Faeo 'Lyre' Clive on
Unbidden tempest!
Aflame
you rang through me
betide,
my aural environment,
visual home,
and sensual hearth through.
Can't I to repose for thee?
Can't not bower excused awhile
for I know you by rings
I know your voices
and your calls I had answered
songs ageless by
age-old alchemy brooding
blithesome travail forerunning
bespeaks no reality
when me you defiled, your cackles am trodden
for I can hardly grip my rein
then you ring nomore.
Let evermore my choosing
I loathe your baleful moving
self-minded and doomed you are
Aye!
Rings, cries and rhymes
neither my ears I denied
my eyes nor senses e'en
fell passer-by you are
and shall within me, thus.
Omit not your baneful fellows
therein
your Demi-urge lay.
Urge me nomore
your canker atop my nods are sisyphean
thus
your whatever call in me, flashes
cannot be griped
So, how could be caught
neither answered_
thy song's vocal tastes soured,
that bitters my taste.
Are you sightless with my shakes effulgent
I knew you,
we had bowed for each other
then, undid thy prove
that causes my lay, dolorous,
nearly my soul caused.
Pass away and begone sightless!
you foul and fell
lay lame each time at me.
As my likes,
unto the abyss unreachable
cease neither ringing
for thy rings are proclaimed
thanks providence
for, where art not thy rings
art not thee.
Call nomore
for thy chameleonic vestures are read
loud neither
for thy pungency spills the blood
only the piteous naives
on tow,
you can put.
Thereupon their plaints
Aye!
See you
see the prim-roses
albeit,
for ones prim-rose paths forerunning
shod and clad
in the infernal substitute
if your strenght can essay
then
sing silvery for my still small voices
thence
thy victory judged.
Like the plants rooted
objects held
thus, I am owned. I aren't on own
none I own
thus meet whoever my owner
I live for him
and by him,
with him
and in him, dauntless.
Oh!
Thy songs silvery, could bestride
thy calls inviting, beyond compare
and thy voices persuasive.
Why didn't make free with him
thy Demi-urge
whose loves freeing these flairs
I could have but
maybe I could have if
'had I know thy landfall'
is an old query, mortally.
Hither and yon, you entices me
so you do.
Your alimentary wealth
my oesophagus pants, thereupon mercurial
thy gilded extravaganza, carousing and quaffing,
clad in the world riches,
thereupon, lumpen.
Your slinky mien
freight my nether region heavily drenched
hereupon unto languor
your wealth
my epoch sought-after, can heal
to a braggadocio that cannot dry.
You tempt me, thus you do despoil
wholly my heaves could have e'en
immured
albeit
indomitable, my still small voices
for you I have no calling
this madding mael-strom, sullen
I yearn not miscreant
sally forth, thus.