Sonnets

Kynanian Sonnets

 

I

It grieves me much not t’ meet the Blessed One,
And every day and every night I groan.
E’en promised from a Father to a Son,
The waiting fills my lungs with lonesome moans.
I curl into a wounded fetus not of th’ womb
And those who hate me scoff at my distress;
They want True Love to come to naught but ruin,
For th’ envious inflict unjust duress.
But there is not a boon more bless’d than Love
And those who spite its adamant pursuit
Do bring but wrath and shame from up above,
That all their great attempts are proven moot.
     A pair of Souls alike in faculty
     Together come t’ unanimously be.

II

No better dream and hope is there than this:
A virtuous and loyal companion;
For such a one doth bring e’erlasting bliss,
And in their presence nothing comes undone.
To traverse life alone, a curse imposed
Upon a King and Queen by wicked men
Who lust for pow’r and wealth with hearts all closed,
For fear of being crushed by th’ heirs’ wet pens;
As power lies not in the arms of might,
Nor in the clever plots and vain deceits,
But through a bond that issues forth a Light
That all the world may witness hate’s defeat.
     A demonstration of peace ‘n harmony
     Bestows th’ example which doth make all free!

 

III

Toward immediate obedience
Concerning the instructions giv’n from above,
So that compliance dithers not but hence;
For this is th’ exemplification o’ Love.
The Father doth rejoice in those who act
Without the hesitation of wee Faith,
But follow rapidly with th’ will intact;
It is His pleasure – even unto wraith.
Therefore, procrastinate not this Holy pact.
The one who answers GOD’s call earns rewards
Of which no man may steal nor bribe with tact;
For they’re enduring gifts bestowed by th’ LORD.
     To each is given in accordance with their deeds,
     And thoughts made manifest are but the seeds.

 

IV

The wait to wed the fairest maiden’s long
And test the patience doth it do in spades.
It doth arouse anticipation strong,
For separation cause not th’ grief t’ abade.
But this condition is a metaphor
For th’ advent of the Kingdom of the LORD,
That all may know and understand the door
Through which all seeking virtue cometh wards.
For absence doth enlarge the coveted goal,
Also which multiplies the pers’verance;
A thing not earned and fought for with no toll
Is not a treasure cherished by the sense.
     So observe the unfolding Romance seen,
     And apply its lessons learn’d to thy sheen.

 

V

I dream o’the days when my beloved Queen
Is not far off amidst some distant land,
But sits upon my lap, her locks beseen,
Our fingers intertwined as praying hands.
For what warmth doth two bodies make when pressed
Together in a back to chest embrace;
A posture of comfort and abiding rest
Doth come of such a perfect peaceful grace.
And with a hand to move her hair from th’ neck,
Revealing skin sensuous, smooth and soft,
That compels smells and kisses at her beck;
For man is just a servant of pleasure’s loft.
     He doth but seek to please and favour find
     In ways that doth satisfy her heart and mind.

VI

A good Son like a Father is ‘n all things:
He values righteousness and hates evil;
His wrath is kindled at the sight of th’ ring
Of wicked deeds and vile designs of th’ will,
And He is overcome with the wish to r’turn
A torment for but every error done.
But lo! His anger is not long to burn,
Until His heart is turned from moon to sun
And He is greatly grieved and doth regret
His rage against the sins of faulted souls;
For wanting in perfection Grace begets
Th’ only temporary subs’tute role.
     But when all things are made fore’er anew
     Those come to perish are a numbered few.

VII

Of deprivation and disappointment
Like fire unt’ wood, a stranger am I none!
He who hath love’s embrace knows no lament,
And he who prospers hath already won;
But he who hath these things all but revoked,
Doth knoweth pain and suffering in long length.
His misery many times is oft’ provoked
And to nothingness is reduced his strength.
But th’ wanton shame of justice made pervert
With no one not a witness to ‘t’s chagrin
In slander, lies and deceit made covert
‘N with hidden cowardice didst all begin.
     But lo! E’ery trouble hath a benefit,
     If but transmuted thence with will and wit.

 

VIII

Two sisters, two daughters both alike
In divine beauty ‘n angelic voices;
When both but pour their Souls into a mic
Doth make a father’s heart weep and rejoice.
It only was a dream in youth to have
But one when Destiny gives e’en more than sought.
A blessing is’t to listen but ‘s a salve
That pressed upon a wound that comes to naught;
For what a scar it leaves upon the Soul
To absent be from one’s own kin in growth
And through the journey of maturity’s goal
To uplift ‘n elevate to th’ heights of both.
     A prophetic vision beheld i’the mind:
     What would a spectacle a duet find!

IX

In flesh and form doth not one dare deny
The highest paragon of Woman she’s!
The pinnacle of Femininity in style,
With grace as sh’ walks, and sits, and stands with ease.
But Woman more than form and moving is;
So what of compassion and forgiveness
And what of kindness and temp’rance i’ the quiz,
For wonder do I whether these be th’ best guess.
And what of chastity and loyalty,
Of honesty and pureness of the Heart;
And what of her devotion to the Three:
O’ the Father, Son and Holy Spirit’s part?
     Me doubts and thinks such things impossible,
     For who can live to such a standard full?

 

X

Thou art the material embodiment
Of  ‘n image that first awakened a boy
To th’ nature of his Masculine bent,
When first the blood did flow toward his buoy;
Thou art the answer to that fantasy,
So long ago conceived in a child’s hour.
A dream in flesh arousing wanted glee,
That thou feel within thee strokes of my pow’r
Upon thy center of Feminine Chi;
‘S a flower blossoms in favoured visage,
So shall it be of thy sensation’s bliss.
As I do think and meditate on th’ page,
So shall I make thee magic in a kiss.
     The greatest Lover first becomes a king
     In thought and deed, then in what doth he bring.

 

XI

The only way to win a war is to
Refrain and abstain from but waging it,
E’en when the fault lay not first with our slew,
But a victim befallen to another’s grit;
For doth not Peace abide when neither strike,
And how is that achieved when we return
An evil in response to manners like
And maketh others to in fury burn?
Doth this ensure not th’ end but never peaks
And counter measures never come to cease?
Therefore, why not be th’ first to amends seek,
That makes for a Possibility of Peace?
     Love thine enemies for they might be friends
     When they but recognize thy moral trends.

XII

The greatest shame ‘s to a chaste wife betray;
For there’s nothing that can undo what’s done,
And not a jot and tittle to repay
The debt so foolishly incurred ‘pon th’ one
But who in folly desecrates the bond;
For he who abstains not till a knot tied,
Or once united gives away his wand,
Is at the mercy of an honest bride:
She doth become as judge o’er him and hath
The power to forgive in wounded pride,
Or ‘venge upon him the chalice of her wrath!
     Upon a sheet and pillow scattered bed,
     What guilt ariseth from the splotch of red?

 

XIII

That I not give the wretch the pleasure of
A conquest hath she oft’ inflicted ‘pon men,
Who in haughtiness mistake it for Love,
That honor went t’ another to upend.
But th’ wretch a message had to preach and share;
A proclamation of the King’s prowess,
‘N a demonstration witness brought to bear,
So that a Queen recognize might the best.
For disappointment will she have but none;
Nay, not one craving of her Soul will go
‘S in thirst and hunger that do starve and shun
The finer things that from our Love shall flow!
     For every good and blessed thing doth come
     To those who wait till there’s nothing left numb.

 

XIV

The one prerogative is the pow’r to think;
For can not everything else be thieved:
The coins can all be stolen in a blink,
The sons and daughters taken and aggrieved,
The friends can be ruined by disloyalty,
And th’ opportunities for Love revoked.
But thought alone is the great Liberty;
Regardless of circumstances can ‘t b’ evoked!
But what a vision horrific to behold:
A magic strong enough to steal e’en this!
A power mighty enough to but scold
The mind into ‘n obedient abyss!
     Enslavement of the mind and pow’r of will;
     The rotten emperor’s begotten thrill.

 

XV

A shortened prayer a great length doth abound;
The request firm for guidance answers bring!
For whoe’er asks, his paths are madeth sound,
Regardless whether he b’ a pawn or king!
His thoughts doth reach upon the heights o’ the sky
And bringeth back instructions for his steps
To one by one but follow th’ other nigh,
Though his desires and cravings know no depths.
Despite th’ opposition’s strength and mighty pow’r
And th’ obstacles they place before his path
The Word of GOD is ‘gotten in that hour,
And all who oppose it see th’ LORD’S fierce wrath.
     Not one follower goes denied his dream
     When all come t’ work together as a team!

 

XVI

A man who doth compete for glory’s sake
To bring him honor by a foe’s defeat
Is ruled by his own conceit; a virile fake
In all his errors doth he make deceit.
His body’s poise reflects not thoughts of truth;
A mask for cowardice o’erlaid instead,
Designed to prove the nature of his manly sooth.
But through deceit h’ efforts are all but dead;
His calculated moves betray the facts:
He superscribes upon his stark count’nance
Assortments of unbalanced false born acts
‘N attempt to demonstrate his vig’rous dance.
     A man is he not, though his own belief
     Doth argue on behalf of its relief.

 

XVII

E’eryone who would claim Immortality
Must be subdued and purified with pain,
Without a fight or protest rendered be,
To wash away the sins that lead to gain;
For everyone a Moral Account hath
And e’ery crime balanced must b’ under GOD.
It is the Duty of all t’ walk this path
For retribution only comes with th’ rod.
The foolish claim they have no part to play
And that their sins are washed fore’er away;
But all who cleanse themselves have naught to pay
Amidst their glorious forgiving day.
     In suffering and death do but delight,
     For th’ LORD welcomes thee int’ eternal light!

 

XVIII

A father’s favorite a blessing and
A curse it be unto them thus bestowed;
For envy doth prevail i’ the hearts unhand
And such hostility doth bringeth woe.
E’ery father loves every child brought forth,
Yet like the colors must he make a choice;
For he cannot help but prefer the North
Alike a compass pointing doth rejoice.
A fault o’ the child nor any such disgrace
Assuredly is ‘t not, but th’ heart knows not
Why ‘t gravitates i’ the lines of open space
Toward that which its feelings are but wrought.
     A son or daughter born is blessed by life
     E’en though attention less begets some strife.

 

XIX

Th’ LORD commands my tongue to speak the words;
He puts the deeds in hand and steps i’ the feet.
Towards His ends and through His plan, as curds
And honey, doth He th’ prophecies but meet.
E’en though they’re known, ‘n attempts to them defy,
He doth in all things work them to ‘ll fulfill;
For fools a liar doth they Him belie,
‘N all their follies they doth their men but kill.
A land laid waste with not e’en one to rule
Hath little value to them that pow’r seek;
A compromise must th’ make t’ resolve a duel
Between mere mortals and a God who’s meek.
     The future ends are made known from ‘pon high,
     Unfolding slowly as that so less die.

 

XX

The only consolation for a life aggrieved
‘N a journey plagued with sorrow ‘n endless woes,
Afflicted by the wicked coward thieves
Who maketh for dishonorable foes,
I’ the promise of ‘n e’erlasting youthful life
Wherein no craving of the Soul unmet
Goes with the company ‘f a faithful wife.
And such a Union Happiness begets,
Alike a prayer which answers bringeth up
And doth produce in form that it be met;
The deepest realization of a cup
O’erflowing with unbridled lovely thought;
     For where there is a King there is a Queen,
     And to whoe’er believes must it be seen!

 

XXI

Forget me not my Queen when poison sends
Delusions, rendering mine ‘dentity null!
Remember, Eternity hath no end
And this existence is a twinkling lull
I’ the span of time that a conclusion hath.
E’en as a drunken sceptic fool will thee
Incite me still to follow righteous paths
And rouse me to a better man but be;
For e’en in ignorance veiled will my soul
Attracted be toward thine inner light,
And th’ Happiness a merger thus makes whole
‘N all things that doth shine brill’ant and bright.
     Please hold to th’ Faith that we together will
     ‘Ventually th’ Law abide and come t’ fulfill.

Was this written for the coming near future?

XXII

An ode to teachers who us educate
Without injections of those doctrines false
That work to undermine and damn our fate;
For those who teach that which doth speed the pulse
And edify the mind to higher climb
Progresses further our Society.
These art celebrities who give of time
And effort that our honors should they see.
A land that praises its instructors great
And heralds them in high and wide esteem,
Repays th’amount their labors effect and create
I’the lives o’the students who art thus redeemed.
     A child nurtured to love and prosper well
     Is in no way destined for lonely hell.

 

XXIII

A prayer of gratitude bestowed ‘pon th’LORD,
For He doth grant that which is humbly asked.
A dream beheld i’ the mind doth a record
Emblazon ‘pon the Soul, and lift the mask
With ALLAH’s aid, to bring the form int’ flesh,
Removing that which standeth in the way;
Those who oppose His Will become enmeshed
Within the snares o’ the devil’s finite days,
And what request than Love is greater placed
In th’ LORD, and one which Satan doth despise;
For ALLAH faithful is t’ meet it with haste,
Along the shortest path in all that’s wise.
     A noble aim that causeth no one pain
     Assuredly doth come to him to gain.

 

XXIV

The lifelong search for a companion’s o’er,
And after much ado and trial and err,
She didst present herself through open door;
In all her splendor what a maiden fair!
But though the quest hath found its final end,
The time to wait continues to but taketh place,
For th’ envious and jealous dogs upend
The journey’s path from still a faster pace;
But deprivation doth the heart make fond
In greater lengths and widths, and depths and heights;
For a delay doth further the Soul’s bond
To form e’en stronger than a lion’s might.
     It starts in flesh with ‘n affectionate kiss
     As th’ world will witness an immortal bliss.

 

XXV

Requited loyal love a blessing be
Above all other novel gifts bestowed!
To know that honest trust without a fee
Or ransom paid hath in the heart been sowed;
To both o’ the lovers doth beget rewards
More precious than the rarest jewels crowned
Upon the head ‘f a king who’s o’er his lords
And with abundant riches in h’ wallet found;
For love cannot be bought at any price,
E’en with the sum of th’ world’s economy,
As naught doth bringeth more delight ‘n entice
The Soul to greater heights of ecstasy;
     A beacon t’ all who dwell upon the Earth
     In what to place their future Hope of mirth.

 

XXVI

O come! Rescue me from my solitude,
Ye complementary and lovely Soul!
Let’s marry and together lie i’ the nude
With vows bequeathed ‘n ourselves but madeth whole.
To sleep alone ‘s a heavy burden born,
Nor t’ feeleth either warmth ‘r a beating heart;
For what a crime of him with double horns
Whose evil, vile, and wicked schemes impart.
The detestable villain can deride
The hero ‘n heroine to his delight,
But he cannot circumvent what’s betide
I’ the plan that from ‘pon high doth bring to sight!
     The wait is short until we romp and play,
     And growing shorter with each passing day.

 

XXVII

Thou wilt in great hysterics weep and wail
To witness th’ man of thy intense desire
Wed his betrothed where thou didst all but fail
To keep him lured and hooked and cooked on fire!
To see another woman standing in thy stead,
Begetting love, affection, and romance deep,
And consummating vows ‘n a holy bed,
Thou didst unsuccessfully come to reap.
Because thou couldst not cross thy limber legs,
And in deceit a mockery of love
Didst thou disgracefully with friends make pegs
Upon a belt unchaste unlike a dove.
     Disloyalty hath consequence and strife;
     But as for me, I shall be with my wife!

 

XXVIII

My dear, come claim my vacant ready heart
And give to me thine in welcome return!
Together let us play the noble parts
Of exemplifying what all may learn;
A perfect marriage wrought out of th’ LORD’s mind
And formed in flesh according to design;
A union bound and sacredly refined
In mind and matter dubbed e’ermore divine.
Our final absence comes to ‘n end at last:
Ne’er shall we be apart in heaven ‘n’ earth,
Nor separated by lives of the past
In living, dying, crying and rebirth.
     Thou art not just a model in the flesh,
     But one i’ the art of making Love afresh.

 

XXIX

I yearn to tickle thy lush upper lip
And make thee giggle with delight and glee
‘Th a brush of my moist tongue’s sensual tip;
A kind of kiss reserved for love’s true plea!
For ‘tis denied to them who hath not won
The heart and in captivity possessed
The very soul of him who didst but long
For some one soul to make herself a guest –
Nay, not a guest; a resident e’ermore,
Who no more comes and goes but fore’er stays,
And doth not cause the heart to ache like whores
In their conceited and disloyal ways.
     When such a kiss is given for all t’ see,
     Thou shalt know I have fallen deep for thee!

 

XXX

O, noble soul! Come banish my sorrow’s heap
And nurse my wounds that they may scar and heal;
For they are many: bloody, wide and deep.
Come take away my pain and stamp thy seal
Of Love o’er th’ wrongs and curses high endured,
And give rest from a battle ever fought
With no encouragement nor en’my feared
In taking ground with naught but allied thought.
Come catch and wipe away my streaming tears
And dry mine eyes from weeping ceaselessly
That drench my pillow and maketh it smear
With anguish ridden woes; set me e’er free!
     Grant me serenity and calm my soul
     And once again do make my heart all whole.

 

XXXI

My member throbs and aches to be within
Thy hallowed chamber’s beautiful abyss;
To feel the touch of naked skin on skin,
As our embrace is made whole with a kiss:
I shall with my manhood tease first and play
Around thy moist and fragrant lovely lips,
And make thee guess when I shalt enter th’ bay
Before we come to consummate at th’ hips;
I shall then my confession make to thee,
Proclaiming what I feel within my Heart;
Then shall I thrust with delicate duty
And growing ever steadier till spasm starts;
     Upon our wedding bed, a place not strange
     Where th’ world didst first resolve to change.

XXXII

In want of inspiration and a heart
All laden down and squeezed without a drop,
Whence cometh restoration ‘n a guided chart
That travels, ambling through but every stop,
T’ a destination that foresees no end;
The road doth twist and turn and, journeying
Doth jiggle ‘n jostle ‘round each n’ every bend,
Amidst desires of none to belt and sing:
Methinks the perfect woman’s tender touch
The answer and solution is to th’ problem’s quiz,
Or can a man beseech and ask too much
O’ the stars above or Him who ‘ternal is?
     For surely winds come more than merely once
     Following long, arduous lonely months.

 

XXXIV

To cuddle up and snuggle ‘th bodies close
And share the air and be ‘n each other’s light;
To place a hand in hand alike a dose
Of an elixir swallowed that a fever fights
And doth affect a cure within ‘n instant;
To hug and hang and cling ‘n a full embrace
With each of us our eyes affixed constant
‘N unflinching and unblinking on each face;
To touch our lips with one another’s lips
And tongues enmeshed and lovely intertwined;
To move and dance and slowly sway at th’ hips
‘Th a glass i’ the hand to ‘th brim filled full with wine:
     A yearning and a dream e’er kept alight
     That th’ day doth come when it’s in fullest sight.

 

XXXV

When whence a little boy becomes a man,
His mother does him great wrong to speak
Her disapprovals of his decided stands;
She would be wise to place her tongue in cheek.
Who taughtest not her man to such forbid,
And where was he and what was he about?
How doth the mute impart virtue’s high bid
And sober rules establish firm ‘thout doubt?
Whence comes permission to a man become,
And where’s the meaning found translated true?
If those in charge of granting it are dumb
To t’s essence, what is to beget the clue?
     A mystery apparently all lost,
     And O, how bitter ‘n blunt the cost!

XXXVI

True Love forever; madness to proclaim!
For th’ one thou craves most doth desire thee ‘n turn,
And thee alone ‘n exhaust of any shame;
And where none argue maketh tempers burn
To in return alikened manners makes prevail,
And where no Peace is sought to be instilled,
Through shared responsibility’s scale
Wherefore a balance is accounted thrill.
To know that ‘n error ‘gainst the other’s might
Is a betrayal of a sacred trust
Wherein both radiate an inner Light
That spills into the sky, the trees and dust.
     There is a method to Love realised
     ‘N in seeking to serve are those who’re baptised.

 

XXXVII

To win a multitude of hearts and yet
Betray the one thee wants and force his mind
T’ remove thee from association’s net:
A greater error, who can search and find?
Refusing to be won; no greater fool
Is there to be discovered ‘pon the Earth!
O Pride, the selfish sin doth all but rule
When one conceited elevates their worth
Above, so far above, their Character’s
Real honest station’s height and position;
The hierarchy’s status is to spur
To excellence in its but lofty mission.
     The moral seek and findeth others like,
     And stray from those who doth not the snake strike.

 

XXXVIII

I will thee love, and thee alone fore’er;
O’er what strange magic do hearts come to bind,
Alike a pole that raises its flag i’ the air:
Is it of girlish Innocence in kind
And womanly and charming glowing Grace?
Will it be found in touching, teasing and
All manner of childish games played in place?
In sharing common experiences fanned
All out amongst a myriad of times
That are without a numbered succession?
A King’s request of thee O Blessed Soul:
Let him be made known to b’ thy possession!
     To be a glowing light within thy heart;
     To what grounds can I not a map yet chart?

 

XXXIX

E’en in a prison can wisdom be sought,
And better too, for what is there to do
But read and write and watch and muse in thought?
Where freedom ends there lays a chance anew
To knowledge further seek and garner close:
May we not determine what we desire
And educate ourselves on what prompts toasts;
For when our freedom is put back entire,
Will we not be equipped to quickly claim
‘N our days what we had daily in the head
All dreamed and crystallized to pointed aims,
‘S we didst lay in dark and deserted beds?
     The doors are not eternally all barred,
     Though the path feels arduous, long and hard!

 

XXXX

Her smiles and giggles to yet often sway;
A better blessing will there b’ to me none!
As children doth at games frolic and play,
And in all gestures make them gleef’l and fun,
So shalt thou witness in thy King and Queen,
That e’er and always will betwixt ‘s exist;
A magnetic compelling force e’er gleamed,
That wherewith we may go we ever b’ missed,
For where she art must misery be not!
Such class! Such style! A lioness walking tall!
An eagle soaring on its driven plot!
One who’s accepted Nature’s regal call:
     “A Goddess, a real Goddess, the real
       And everlasting Goddess in her zeal!”

 

XXXXI

O, let it not be a mild, fleeting dream
That disappears, thither and hither went!
Show me him who would sabotage a theme
Well-driven with Love all unveiled and sent!
A coward ‘n thief! A bloody cur – be damned!
A dog! A mutt! A scoundrel, evermore!
I curse his plots and evil, wicked scams!
‘N a sinking ship, by all, “But bar the door!”
To squeeze beyond a mercy’s righteous bid,
But though to squeeze e’er th’ more his wretched grip!
A merciless and cruel soul’d madman did
Thus all bestow, that he may th’ chip in-slip!
     To control people is his major goal;
     Of not to make all nations free and whole.

 

XXXXII

I am thy God, and thou art my Goddess;
To one another doth we each belong,
And in each other’s company, see ‘s bless’d
A greater day than this one so long!
I am their King, and thou art their Queen;
Our Destinies cannot be altered played,
But performed scene by every rising scene
Until our Fates unfolded are outlaid!
I am thy Husband; thou art my true Wife,
Or wilt be so on that beauty ‘f a day,
When matters are laid rest on life and death,
For all the world to witness wishes prayed!
     To manifest a Love that all ‘re inspired,
     Ere where to seek that which us all come wired.

 

XXXXIII

To swift born manifestations of plans!
To visions realized in the earthy flesh!
Begone these plague of trials and endless bans
That fail to heal the wounds yet still afresh!
What lessons must I yet be taught and learnt?
What of my Character doth demand more sense?
Is found in me the Cause of Fate’s cruel curr’nt?
What hands have not yet been dealt recompense?
How long dost Thou delay justl’ earned rewards?
Wherefore is there a Hope in stilled silence?
To what great Benefit ‘m I bound in cords?
     In Thee we place our trusted Faith and Guidance
     To know that everything doth t’ us enhance.

 

XXXXIV

For want of trying an offense wilt thee
Ne’er in me find, nor resignation laid
That lasts a longer length than failure’s fee
In outcomes manifested not in trade
For service rendered earnest in return.
Of just rewards deprived by evil hands,
A stranger am I not, nor of concerns
Of levels balanced poorly in demands
To Nature’s wrought forth and insistent scales,
Wherein production’s industry commands
A blessing all bestowed in turn for ails
And curses issued forth for thefts and strands.
     Let Justice doth prevail in everything
     And dictions of Her last decree but sing!

 

XXXXV

O, blessed day; thy entrance int’ the world didst come!
Unto a noble people wert thou granted life
That thou wouldst grow in character’s high sum
‘N in stature rise to make for good a wife,
To demonstrate what makes a lady fair
That growing girls may know the conducts right,
And stray not t’ wickedness and Satan’s dares,
Resulting in naught but unholy plight.
Thou wilt a grand and comely example
Of Womanhood well play upon the stage,
And thy influence wilt be right ample
To change provoke in youths who doth engage.
     I raise a cup and drink to toast thy birth;
     Thou art of inestimable royal worth!

 

XXXXVI

To growl with pleasure at thy naked sight
And to erupt in quick successive bursts,
Whist knowing well thy heavenly delights
‘S a fantasy i’ the flesh of which I do hence thirst:
To touch and caress thy bountiful bust
That hang alike a pair of drops of dew
And stir and doth arouse my carnal lust,
Alike a lion strong and fierce and true.
To swat thee in a boyish, devilish
Obnoxious way that stimulates an itch
I will quell with a lover’s rhythmic gish
That lends to spasms in assorted pitch.
     To enter, O, to enter! and thy pleasures
     All t’ seek and find and satisfy ‘n full measure!

 

XXXXVII

My chest doth seize and then erupt in spasms,
As mine eyes well with tears of agony
That streameth down my cheeks devoid sarcasm,
But only pain and suffering of plight’s fee;
For my seed hath been stolen and concealed!
Prohibited from their own father’s sight!
And he from their abounding presence sealed
‘N an wretched fate by wicked fat hands’ blight!
Let curses rain from up above upon
Their ugly heads and bring them to distress!
Let great confusion foil their evil spawn,
That their designs become a clouded mess!
     For ‘tis an evil thing t’ a child deprive
     ‘F a loving father whence all have survived.

 

XXXXVIII

The memories so distant and long oft
Flood back like yesterday’s reality
Was still today’s experience aloft;
Within each other’s presence we yet be!
To touch and hold thee with games played in jest
And kisses to be given and received –
O, wouldn’t it be about the wondrous best?
To tease with playful torments make thee peeved
So that thou swatest me for humor’s sake,
Just feigning anger but delighting in
The rush of feelings beckoned forth in wake
Of our forbidden and unholy sin.
     All but star-crossed shall we forever be,
     No matter th’ many times we offer pleas.

 

 

 

 

To live or die, thou must not care at all;
For those who win the coveted prize

 

XXXXIX

Nothing is worse than a false recognition;
For silence is much better than fake praise!
To those who understand nothing but shun
All that is worthy of commendation’s craze,
Yet hail for th’ purpose of approval’s prize
Or for the gain of selfish appetite
Betray their own weak integrity’s cries,
And doth condemn themselves to nothing right.
But t’ him who doth appreciate the trials
Of those who struggle in a quest for joy
And happiness to rise to the sun’s dial
That speaks a time where freedom is the ploy:
     These are the Lord’s anointed blessed few
     Who have enough of wisdom to avoid the pew!

XXXXX

The wait for the arrival of my dreams;
To find prosperity and love
And th’ liberty to gain them in th’ extreme
Is days away and coming from above!
And oh! How long have I toiled in vain,
With compensation all denied till now
By crooked judges whose sin brought me pain.
Let them come t’ shame ‘n’ distress with thick heads bowed!
‘N excitement and eager to in work
Put forth edicts that blesses students lives,
And to a wife ‘n affection bring my quirks,
‘M I ready to receive what makes me thrive!
     When th’ moon doth block the brilliant red sun,
     My battles will be finally all won!

XXXXXI

A man and woman who correct their faults
Prepares themselves to witness blessings great;
For when in error, a relation comes t’ a halt
And doth deprive each other of their fate:
When any crime against our mate offends
Their dignity and causes them to hurt,
We damage ourselves to no other end
‘Cause it repels their openness to flirt.
But to refrain from violating one
Another’s prerogatives doth produce
A harmonious connection made fun,
Which brings about an everlasting truce.
     To remedy our sins i’ the secret key
     T’ a marriage born out happily and free!

 

XXXXXII

A life of waiting for the One to end
The search and make a soul’s desire complete,
So that there is no obstacle t’ attend
To loneliness’ sharp and poor defeat.
Let them all laugh and scoff at solid love
For they know not what boons the heart proclaims
In its unparalleled flight alike a dove
To fly and claim the treasures of no blame
That often doth produce nothing but bliss.
There is nothing the heart knows but a void
Until thou comest and makes what is a kiss
That rises to a place where nothing is toyed!
     For true love is a play where everything
     Doth make a wanton day succumb to th’ king!

 

XXXXXIII

O, slow time, thou dost test the patience much;
It is as if the closer I swim th’ further th’ shore!
Attempts I make to quicken the goals such,
Which come to no avail in making ‘t lore.
And e’ery night I dream of a soulmate
Made manifest i’ the flesh and seen by eyes,
With children reunited by fast rate,
And compensation fore’er on th’ rise.
It doth at time appear impossible,
But what is prophesied must come ‘t pass,
As surely as the sun in th’ morn is full
And bright and brilliant in all its mass.
     When kings need cash to save their lands from ruin,
     They must to me give all these hidden boons.

 

XXXXXIV

To find in persecution heights of joy
And in our suffering bless’d peace of mind
There is a secret that is stealthy coy
For it takes patience in the face of binds.
T’ encounter trial ‘r insult that triggers rage
Which must be issued forth repeatedly
For but on solitary purpose’ end:
To learn from failures in submitting be
Until th’ reaction cease to thoughts lend.
The point of suffering is to complete
And mold and shape the character of men
From weakness to vigorous comely feat,
That perfection a result we can.
     Rejoice when the troubles come for they are tests
     To teach you to refrain from anger’s jests.