Faeo de Lyre
Faeo de Lyre Poems
A holey-head'd x-went femora, the theme
Wrote, but my pointer and counter made intil
His oral niveous d'fence's brandishin' beam.
For there shall no stain in abstinence, will
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Not in my secret but better friend as
Enemy, hold me now you can; jump that neglect
Not. Slain intil easement and fragile intil pass.
My goin' has b'gun and on; and of my pace
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Love! I dream not you sorrow;
But men are bound to.
Days would make but slow,
But nature is, intil tomorrow.
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This touch, partial, chain'd your plays 'round nature,
From your heart; flexibility intil fragility
Yours, was his emotions. Do you know? And sure
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This sinew of yore, from this day, made
And cannot forerun my heros past.
Playin' 'round nature, as array'd,
Science of date shall but breathe last
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Afore forth, let me intil my brother ago, make.
A brother that paved my scope, that intil
This same breast, nursed, __ milky intil the
Teeth and honey intil our tongue. Journ you
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The center commands the balance; thus,
Intil her submits all sinew __ this heart.
She holds the place __ the central part,
Live capital defence, perfidious.
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Welcome me not there, do!
At the Cherubim and Seraphim
Come I not; the trumpetings
And banding __ celestial,
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In a dry feasting, not
In a fury or in the
Insatiable. Neither for
A victory, pyrrhic nor
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Intil my family and apartment,
I am so seduced and thus
Trapped. Lain arms apart and intil doors
Open intil have an enchantment.
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Do not look at my words but have;
Where are the pregnancies intil added?
Where are we romanced intil the fed
Though inevitable? Who would carve
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The Janus hand must not tick
My clock; I may still pick
From the calendars apart.
From abstinence, my heart
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I stretch and screw a lot
Intil the sticking, I may
fix and fasten intil a
packet, I might still-knot,
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Who is from the modelling in every man?
No man not, but in individual, in
The show, like the faces; and thus wont to fan.
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Well advised, fighting
In the side of Biafra; stronger
To live as dies
Nor wont to valour.
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Now that I am free, but to grope
In the obvious. When man would
Err blindly; yet, exact in the nude
To be or not. Now that we mope
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A wise man who got some money
Did see wise to run not funny
But make a house of this much.
He then chose to build the such
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Faeo de Lyre Biography
Literature is a precious truth upon a Revelation of the untold tongue of Grammar, that man is wont to utter. It is that hard his science works that Comes over any's unconvincing politics. Aye! Come it to note that I Faeo de Lyre a.k.a. Faeo 'Lyre' Clive ___ a Kinsman of Olaudah Equiano a.k.a. Gustavus Vassa, is about that which Becomes literary; blithe would I breathe Upon. In love, about health and life, For the buyers and in withdrawal, I Deposit intil the literary but from Prizes for I know not the calling. I Forgave this blood circulate and Thus God breathe on him; that is The Literary and in me as it runs But in my penitence, as for God as In Poesy mine. I bought this clock But that he conquered my breast. Poesy is what I labour to cultivate In a bountiful fruition; to show Thus in might intil that I dream. I have no star in my store but legends. Would one count my fingers? Of the Leopard family, if added let's divide, I Digest my peace intil sadness but sad Intil the forgive no red. Lots shall Not become me; when they shall, I shall Not. Thus, stoical intil the fed, I Shall lose over my charge. I am Not a figure but one symbol, sunny. This hand is the heaviest of me, Though in breakages. Alas! The Literary prey on my science. Introvert I aimed, shakespearean; intil a Catholic devout, teetotal, a non Smoker and despite a bachelor, Spends no leisure after philandering. Stirred to forgo the proud, I lag Behind no other's affaire but to Grace any grass. This small I boy, The bigger I man. I am not a Star; I am a sun. I love but the Modelling. Subsequently, intil a Nom de plume, variously known made I intil Mcfal, Mcfaleo Clive and Faeo Clive until eventually settled On Faeo de Lyre a.k.a. Faeo Lyre Clive ___ labels mine, as I take home but Erect at me and in my family. Post-penultimately, breathes my Literature intil the honour of the Bard of Avon ___ my ghost writer, Gustavus Vassa ___ my native hand, Family and friends, that herein I gave up wholly to; then of all Grace intil the almighty but Demiurge I do not take fooled betrayed, but A fool taken. Thus, playing 'round Nature, measure me not unaware; you Are but taking my back. Those are Blinks intil the sightless; so kiss me Intil that my tongue root, for I lay On your neighbouring, and let the nib Of our hand essay alike intil our Inks scribe in either.)
The Best Poem Of Faeo de Lyre
Ash-Black
A holey-head'd x-went femora, the theme
Wrote, but my pointer and counter made intil
His oral niveous d'fence's brandishin' beam.
For there shall no stain in abstinence, will
Many me meet stainless but that he did not
Meet them? Who gives gestures to my guard forth?
Thus, intil the skull and crossbones, go I eyes
Deep, in that a cross is christian. Further,
But more, let him intil the graves; in this wise
Intil sepulchral, written on my front other.
This style else, another crucifix; the us'd
Made the cross under but hence intil atwarth introduc'd.
To me, I made intil a skull and crossbones.
How shall my science else, well to have that
I am this ash-black 'gainst me. This skull owns
My front; my breath, the crossbones either part,
Quote mortal; this ash-cross. This ash-bones all
From the dusty earth intil ash'd. There is the fall
But a bless'd stain; a black blessin'. This cross
To make pure, the dusty ash. This cross to fare
Well my dusty flesh, earth-ash'd. This cross shall thus
Crucify dusty intil ashes away; intil the thin air.
A cross of ashes shall fragile in either,
To break back into me as karmaic. Neither
Intil fragility falls fragility nor come,
Every off-shoot. Thus shall submittin' ash-back
Intil earth-dust, ash-black, ash-white intil the form,
The earth-dust ash. Thence shall earth intil the crack
Art come; thus has earth sunk into himself. May
It be; God told nature, this Wednesday.
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