Biography of Aidan Horse
Any (constructive) criticisms are greatly appreciated.
Lucrece is the greatest thing ever written (Shakespeare) so to any salacious language I say
'Think but how vile a spectacle it were,
to view thy present trespass in another.
Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear;
Their own transgressions partially they smother:
This guilt would seem death worthy in thy brother.
O, how are they wrapt in with infamies
That from their own misdeeds askance their eyes! ' Hell! Crap! Boobs!
Aidan Horse Poems
Read This Aloud In A Quiet Crowd
I sired an heir today, and yet was his mother fair fighting fit For great sport at his making was the order of the day Think on the sprightly dog playfully chasing tail And when he catches and bites the teasing tail, they both are one hear him wail
A Walk On The Beach
The crunch of rocks under your feet sounds alongside The crashing thunder of the tide Come to large rocks aged with jags That hide inlets with sprays and lags
So Low, So Only One Place To Go.
Where has that time gone? It seemed so long, yet in hindsight its brevity flew with rapid celerity. The fruits of my labour; acrid parasite infested nubs of still frozen dead buds. What a waste of time and life it's such a crime; unrewarded, unlearned strife. What's worse is that it lies ahead of me still; it seems as easy to overcome as some infinitely vertical snarling hill. Now will I dare to set my mind on it and overcome surmount. I have for on top I look down; the world is at my feet, I can run anywhere Do anything command and win respect of people I meet My home lies on no street, I have the well wishes of all those I greet.
If One Should Bellow Out This Each One M...
And then a hundred thousand griefs came over me As it's done a hundred thousand times before And then I vowed to myself, that whicherver way I be These griefs will not sustain so long that they consume and alter me,
The Breath Of Dawn
The dark blue sky, stretches, into the soft Violet clouds, that dwarf the dark hills Floating upon the yawning sea of morning. The fish are bouncing along the silver streaked surfaces
The Breath Of Dawn
The dark blue sky, stretches, into the soft
Violet clouds, that dwarf the dark hills
Floating upon the yawning sea of morning.
The fish are bouncing along the silver streaked surfaces
With ripples gliding their way out, to, meet
The rays racing from the roaring sun
Beyond the long lush meadow that acres the uptaken mountain,
Before the glistening grass awakens the sleeping ladybird
The raindropped rose bows down to start the startled gun