Andrew Sean H
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Andrew Sean H Poems
Otoroso Gnoseplerum - Theoretical Appli... -new-
My will I am Am I what will? Incur as, so endure
Night Sky Lullaby
Crescent Moon arching; pacing a summers night sky lullaby, gathering distant sunbeams.
Because of Orpheus refusal to change
Orpheus looked upwards toward the sky hoping more wishing for
Take off your raincoat and mudcloppers Look at the fire place tending our needs Keep watch for the cuckoo-clock For it hasn't any time for you either
Chu Shu-Chen - Feelings on an autumn ni...
VANQUISHER of the West Wind, tyrant of all blossoms, The whole of Autumn's colours are busy in its behoof; One plain twig is set beneath my study window -
Everything is submissive to change The stars the mountains and the wind swept plains
As it were
There, each stood amongst the others decrees. What was not fair was apparent, destiny.
Auto Humor: Gum Here After All
From what ever may come of this melancholy, I will ration like carrot tops. I have devoted everything to it and received nothing but promises to myself that are empty. As if out of spite for my life I fake the lesser, and repaint my flower bed with Ox blood so the grass will look greener next winter,
No Dream is Irrelevant
No dream is irrelevant They are the shadow of the minds tide Flooding color that takes shape In the form of thoughtful language
Feathers & Petals at Ease on the Wind: A...
All she wants, are the flowers brought to her...and when they are, and she laces with them - Our hearts will drop and poor and shower - Each their own light for our own day, in her thirteenth hour. Her weeping is all that has remained - Her tears have feed the forests glaciers and plains. Her every sob is with out vein - For if they were there would be no rain
The ring of a bell carries a consistent tone A wave dispersing reaching
Until The Water Rests
Sway bound Moon Full and round Pitching wayward Away into my thoughts
Be the hands of time whom
it is all of what we are; more or less - it is how we want this to seem. it is the faceless kind shadow; the chased of the chaser - it is the captured weaver & the only believer in
Comments about Andrew Sean H
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Otoroso Gnoseplerum - Theoretical Application of 'William Shakespeare'
Am I what will?
Incur as, so endure
Or what I will of that which has after-passed
passed over meadow-field and rambling hills
I at last vVillum
Atmos stratos hemis