Biography of Andhy Shakespeare
I be Andhy Shakespeare, Andhy and Shakespeare have graunt meaning for mee. ' Andhy ' be the tittle of my identity for a noble man in my etnic, and ' Shakespeare ' be a part of the identitie of ' William Shakespeare ', the best poet ever.
I be well interest'd to him, we both can be said like two peas in a pod. Poetry be my unseen true human and I grow up with it. I have stay'd and been one with it for along time, it shall be in unseen true human forever.
William Shakespeare, thou art the best poet ever, I will make thy style flying in the air highly.
- Andhy Shakespeare.
' The story book shall be read to the last page, when 'tis complete, no more can be read '
- Andhy Shakespeare
Andhy Shakespeare Poems
Engage In A Holy War
The king of mee raining Raining that maketh the kyngdom dying All warriors inside of it crying Crying “cause their king in raining
The Wayfarer Of Love
The blowing of wind in the desert Maketh flying the sand to the air Flying like an aerobatic plane The radiance of king of light cometh
Standen Up For Th Glorie
An æðeling hath done th i-long journey A journey wher he pass'th a helle A helle þat hath made him in jeopardy A jeopardy þat shan't be want'd anymore
The Unreal Angel
On the palace of man get'th unreal I get all parts of my own touching on it My unseen words fli'th Fli'th to well far place
Love be soft thing 'tis not able to be seen But able to be felt by king
Diamond Of Heart
Lyf feelth empty without thee Empty without taste Echeþing feelth trite Feelth trite without thee
MAYUMI ITSUWA be a lovely name All thy melodies be graunt Yield of thyown be angel's melodies Unity of rhythms notchth dulcet melodies
Sound'd lovely lilt So comfort in ear So soft to obsess soul The lilt of it feelth covering mee
Eyre... Fyr... Earth... Water...
KITARO be a japanese name Instrument rhythms of thee be a byword for mee Thou dedicat'st thy lyf for them lyk as true love Although I ne'er look thee
Þe Bard Of Avon
On þe land of kyngs Stonde up a lovely citee Þe cyte of þe bet bard eure Stonde up a for-old house
Lovely Memory In Amayadori
' Ima wa betsu betsu no Yume o ou kedo Meguri aiwa Sutekina koto ne
DUUMM... Duumm... Caakkk... Duumm... Duumm... Caakkk... Duumm... Caakkkkk... Listened alloyage i-mong na same genres
Walking On A String
O th doves... Ye fly beautifully in th eyre Flying as sylphlyk as th sylph
Sing Of My True Human
O my true human
This's a large desert for thee
Thou canst look
But thou canst not hear
Thou canst feel
But thou canst not touch
O my true human...
Thou art hither
Eve be thither