Passage from China

Nor did Zhanji knew from reading here,
At least in mountains thrown as clear
Come forth the wind to keep him still,
The glistening water ne brought ill,
How now his favoured eunuchs declare,
Far now are but miles left to dare,
These simple words they spoke so hollow,
Can only lead to death if not so sorrow,
Then turned to counsel these men he call,
‘Las that had no means to man recall,
For since young had from honour taken, Read More

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For I spent the first half my life in thought,
Ere I spend the second my life to live,
The actions I should have done twice in lieu,
Gave new reprise ere for twice more anew,
And had I not tread the path my God sent,
Nor am I here to tell your son this day,
Then I shall be shamed by Fate to doom hence,
Though no doom comes at here my bitter ways,
High grown but lowly worn this armour weighed
Nor my name in verdigris cast fire ways,
Here, and so hear thy known name called to task,
Becomes thy name to spell in utter task.

Erstwhile Orgasm

Beneath the ethereal sky her eyes met,
Under cluster of stars her so eyes wet,
From when times of old should never bear,
But held him high from ground with hands so bare;
For his legs would fall under bitter crease,
His arms so stretched to ground with length increase,
So that the Earth shall root her feet in touch,
So that the water shall ripple for such
A beauty no jaw could never deceive,
Nor his head held high as much to perceive,
His nipples shall be one with bosom known,
The wind shall part the Earth in better throne,
Or ere in the midst of thought both ne clothed,
Nor water trickling down all parts be loathed, Read More

For Greatness

As a man was raised but less than he,
For bitter soaked is ill litter thorn,
So bitter his life now comes to be,
And the seconds pass since then was born,

Whatever ere is sought beyond his reach
In thinner air every breath becomes a chore;
Himself the very bore he ought to teach,
Himself lone bare yond he ought be sore,

At the same time, he reads more to aspire,
And pages from which then he shall become
Throw no more than what his worth to respire.
As he laid down through the wreathes some Read More

Through the Mirror

At times he would not but dares,
Would look through himself how deep,
Who he is and thinks where he lairs,
Tears and anger aren’t enough to weep,
How shallow a life without chance to dive,
But will take this chance search within,
Give him stars to the mind he calls hive,
Let them fall so high and low as he’s in,
This road so vast and rough no stones to turn,
Would he stop now only to find behind so black?
Nay, he’ll walk a few more miles lest he burn,
Though take heed wisdom that once did he lack,
Then, in the creases of dark stirs a thought,
Hence, even the simplest idea turns to light, Read More

Distance known

We’re miles away from a distant shore,
However separate but soon far apart,
It follows me: the wind ere its change,
We’re coming back into land,
The sight of reach and thus it stares,
A life that fate guides is more this sound,
Aligned by stars I sight the moon,
This life that I give myself reprieve,
She’s coming back from the woods into eaves,
The breeze she sees and is not so violent,
She sees me again and the trees astound,
The woods are singing her valiant return,
When she returns I’ll bestow another gift, Read More

A man’s only Soliloquy

But it is in passing ere,
Let me set it down now;
For it was in passing here,
The song that set me down,
Then bestowed itself at will,
The trust that I am is nigh
Shall feel me again in peril,
Is not the way but none so high,
Am not lost for I am the light,
What way yond is fought nor why;
In better voice is none to fight,
Is bled but is not the blade to hire,
Whence long have I sat ere the fire, Read More