Poems

Think no more of me
For with the birds I shall be free,
And if my God is truer than yours (for your
Sake I pray he is not)
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All pain it were gone, wi' jaded ol
John.
Up de tatty creak.
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Take off that gold dress, you do not need it
Do not try to improve what God will not,
Would seraphim hide behind a veil?
Would you dilute yourself to no end?
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I did not take it in my mind
This rumour myself shall not bind
I will fight and fly
This internet lie.
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Merrions wood try as it should
Will get eaten up.
Vast estates, puddles and crates
Miose threateningly.
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Your mind is closed,
Sealed to the truth
The speech of others is to you but lies
Poetry is truth, poetry is life.
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To sleep and to slumber,
In a nice warn bed,
To live but a dream and only be a head,
To have no thoughts to have no wants
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Its cold outside and the fire
Crackles in the hearth, sends forth
Merry sparks to conceal you from
the dark.
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''Who is the one with many eyes'' he asked
''That is Journo the sad one, do not stare too closely''
''and him whose skin is like a dark portal and mutters a language I know not of''
''Ah he is of the older ones and is as a mountain in height, he speaks the tongues of dead gods and is called Antero Vipunen''
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He wept and whined and waded and that anon,
She whooped and jeered and spurned him on.
He cried and lied but still could not find
She cursed and beat and forced him on.
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