For the Full Moon's Return
(2014)
This comes from day two of my month long Rondelet marathon! I was inspired by the brilliance of the moon on the night of my need for inspiration.
He’s a 'poet’ but most would rather call it pros… He’s a 'poet’ Still somehow nobody knows it. Literary elements? Close.
Plenty of time! a whole month to finish cases. Plenty of time, But It passed, no fault of mine. A partner? There’s hardly a trace…
I write sorrow It’s no matter how much I strain. I write sorrow. My scripts cast over by shadows. Lyrics I compose show pain
I’m not tired— alternatively, I’m forfeit. I’m not tired; Sleep won’t solve this I’ve acqui… Problems luring to their orbit
Why go outside when one can buy what the world sh… Why go outside? Rain sounds far better when I’m d… Perhaps one can’t smell the roses
Seated upon spring green spires Ironic, bears for it don’t desire. Conical stone hides Wistful wisps inside. They reside
I am sorry that my mood has been so curdled. I am sorry I can’t remedy what ails me. The dispassion come from hurtles
Gracious, have I ever been so los… Stumbling, over and over, I begin… My words are my shield and sword,… Damn, why don’t you see what I se… Love has never been a choice for m…
Forgive lovers for horrid displays of passion Forgive lovers for their arts which do uncover the reasons for which some may las…
It’s not over. Russian, Japanese, African— It’s not over. We think it’s gone, it’s just olde… Don’t dismay, though Love it can.
Four part cycle The best mark is leaves– rise and… Four part cycle Water falls, pools, to icicles. The cardinal winds always call
All I’m known for is indignancey Unilaterally, that’s all I guess. Dilated perceptions since infancy Righteous soap box preaching to br… Even though the rest, my peers, wo…
Your contentment is an illusion Not to say your existence is bulls… But it’s hardly reality as it shou… We all have heard some persuasion of what manipulates us, it
Steam rises From falling water’s collisions. Steam rises Coagulates, coats, chokes: Sizes Me to just a condensation
Aches that echo through every land for all ages. Aches that echo through all people that time has e… In old bare Ireland it raged,