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That's What Friends Are Law

Aristotle, who once said, “A flatterer is a friend,
Who is your inferior, or pretends to be so.”
Magician or not, the appraisal we try to defend,
Veneer covered ready, prepare for the overthrow.

And a splint named psychology supports nowt,
Tender are the suspicions, a tourniquet gripped,
That of emotion, a trend compared with doubt, 
And complacency set amongst the less equipped.

Human form takes shape of Copernican theory,
Between each other, is the central perspective
Years ahead in terms of mind, yet still we query.
Remaining wary, they’ve listened so corrective.

A glimmer of paradise from that which destined
More positive than rightful, for instance, must,
Be seen as most probable, avoiding a rescind
Of harmonies that quaver a motion. Well, just!

And the motion we speak of, like a whisper,
Eases the tension between people who feather,
The hearing sensation shall understand crisper
Torn between plusses and negatives; whether!

The flatterer is found as the darkest seclusion,
Reflection of them is the question of mystery
A misty environment that forms that illusion
Chronically synchronized a challenge to history,

To beat out the drum of intention, as constant
A theory relating to trust involving apple trees
Has a Newtonian law which shall transplant,
Gravity, attached friends upon a breeze.

In feather-like spirit, the meadow may drift
An illusion that folds from the first dew morn,
With goose bumps that wrinkle a wary shift
Trusts! Where the sugar sweet mentions are born.

That’s what friends are Law, children at heart,
Make-believe portfolios of whimsical worth,
Fasten the button on jumpers, and bonnet apart
When blue summer dye creates umber for earth.

Perceived as a coward on grass that’s not green,
Glass, not a ruby, when trust solves the riddle,
To finish this mantra this causes serene,
Convinced like a Titan’s romance of the fiddle.

Oh! Zeus, need we flutter the discord to ride
The twirls of Hyperion, who teaches the master,
To dance like an ocean and swirl like the tide,
As trust gains momentums avoid the disaster.

Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2007



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Elusive Butterfly

Even now, the butterflies in stomach churn-
Forbidden fruits which love has failed for sure
Than something more than rarity can burn;
Remnants from ones gaze and wanting more.  

AS tremble stricken flutters jolt the spine;
This love becomes my lifelong wish to feel
Elusive dreams to think that you're all mine
To constantly assume that this is real.        

There's a purity the way your essence moves
My soul! With intrigue brings the beacon near,
And searching undulating labours smoothe
Sees patience as the virtue you must fear.

Those eyes of yours preceive to paradise,
Where memories of meeting you are found
In nightmares to emerge where they suffice 
To disappear like rain inside the ground.

And here to offer much with this request -
Like something that my heart can do without 
The mirage making way performance test
Is one I'm still involved with working out.

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Hyperbola

Curvature the plane to the point of distribution
Focus either latitude, asymptomotes are drawn;
Equalling hypotenuese with spiralling revolution
Discretely perpendicular to the course it set upon.

All prinicipals of axis are running through the centre
To rotate intersections where the vertices define;
A conic section tilted either left or right would enter,
Angled high perimeters where either halves entwine.

Visual the perspective where the foci separates
Each segment that establishes the gradual aim of low;
To benefit the lateral then where it penetrates
Is seen as the illusion and positions from below. 

Illusion us to pivot sense, redeem the scheme as wise,
By having this as constant, to do with each, obeys- 
The simple rule, coordinates whose will of gradual rise
Is probably a measured wrong, a hyperbolic maze.

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Dyslexia, Sonnet Ccxxii

I quell amongst the dischord words rely,
Upon the sole revivals am I prone
cross function is a dismay from behind
foundations of a style I'd call my own.
It clearly seeths in others, having heard
myself who, in a nutshell, doth reply
with verse to reimberse you where it dies
against the better judgements they imply.
I urge you, having reconciled too bold
doth duly gives as leaving you appears,
thus compensates with insight having brought
another kind of music to your ears.  
Dyslexia, contains with insights sung,
the worship of another mother tongue.

Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2008

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The Hydra

Navigating the immense void of night
The right ascension to a winter’s sky;
Coincides with the height from which I stood 
Stars, interlinking crescendo’s so freely,
Imitate the centuries, as I presumed as much.

At least with one tuned in, to so many stars
The magnitude existence found, far large;
Appearing close to one another as a variable
Heralded each, a legend the Greeks had made.
(The Constellations)

Snoozing with the intention of inanimate usage
The head long bolster pillow, namely, ‘Hydra’,
Chose an encounter with Hercules as foe
Prolong impetuous, to each gradual hemisphere, 
As one could sideways look, exclaim its’ breath
Pursuing each as on-lookers, chose that group!
Individually did it taper each ceaseless path.

Warily, with twisting motion, a scathing attack
Searching menageries from whence it came;
To the labyrinths where pulsars engage sense 
Trails to adjoining torsos, and ten thousand heads,
Though be them stars or for the sheer hell of it 
Combine as one, each with a will of its own;
As per chance, with the combined effort, sway   
Euripides, a watercourse, with banks on each.

There, Centaurus takes grip of its south west tip
Uninspiring Sextans, via Alphard’s luminary
The heart to all there is, and everlasting life,
Immortality may be a reality or mere illusion.

Secondments trail to endearments out of view,
To Southern scopes from omnipotent fathers;
Godly endeavours that imaginations flame
Find these dreams for us, the Hydra dead,
To remain in searing portals to then regroup 
Bestowed as thoughts to future centuries.

This modern social scene has overhung-
Encompassed by a twirl, one single snake
That twisted and turned where each was caught
By something that as groups could never see,
We as the stars ourselves imposing on each
Imposing one another, avoiding calm. 

This meandering replacement deals with hope,
Extremely drawn out as the Hydra is;
To engulf every membrane of tale told so far,
Where mass of spatial existence seems blood
From which taking blame its life’s loss came,
And every impending story told so far,
Was simply a daydream to a night time sky.

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Fritillaria, (Snakes Head)

Where diamonds shape a lantern
harlequins are taunted in jest,
which inaugurates the conviction
attracting an upheld stance.
They stare like a drastic mistake;
thinking it was a corn snake.

Warily, from side to side, surprise!
one way or the other fully fixed; 
around those surrounding sceneries 
hypnotic is the way its eyes transfix.

It nullifies a moment to the ground
container-like as bulbous ends disturb
like a death's-head rattling sound,
by this inconspicuous perrenial herb.

It is limp to the elusive sun approach
dictating to the forty five degree-
holds head as moments waiting there,
gardeners probe this mauve naivety. 
It deceives so contrarily it contrives
I guess that's how fritillary survives.

Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2008

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Nights In White Satin

Next to each other on a fabric of satin-
I'm floating on air with the richness of sin  
Grappling yarns with our version of Latin 
Helps passion along, helping feelings within  
Trying positions we thought were not done
Sensational moments, we're all having fun.

In line with our age does consent need to be, 
Next door loving neighbour's, and being quite free.   

When two hearts collide on a slippery slope
Heightening our scope with a see-through desire     
It's moments like this when I want to elope 
Tonight in the heat of the passion, with fire!
Erogenous fabric from satins soft soap. 

Secluded are we in a bundle next door  
Attracted by fruits, from orchards of others 
Ti's morning, and now from a dream I'd adore  
Is something to do with those ultra smooth covers 
Next time for real, it's a place I'll explore.

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Eating Disorder, (Abcedarian)

Aghast! 

Bulimia causes dizziness, 

Eating fullfils gluttony,

Having induced jutting,

Kindly leaves me no option

Pertaining questions

Relating sickness to 

Untold visions.

Wickedly xeric,

Yearning zinc.

 
Afterwards

Battling courageous,

Downing each fill,  

Gastroenteritis has identified 

justifications kindly

Leaving meals 

No other person questions,

Relishing salads  than unusual varieties. 

Waiting  x-rated 

yummy zakuska's.

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First Meeting

Enabled Both Belong -Sonnet XXXI 

Each gaze received excites the senses for,
where equal passions infiltrate romance
for something that the eyes cannot ignore,
with reason turning round, a second glance.
To turn with such despondency as hope,
would wish upon the grace of one so nice
before she oust my sight of one to mope,
the smile would fair elope as one entice.
How close a word or two enabled both,
to ease the self control from self belief
another hurdle leapt for sudden growth
appears as one of confidence - relief. 
It happens to appear to linger long,
creating more an eye-full to belong. 

Acceptance by Default - for Sonnet XXXII

An image that presents itself as her,
is worth to mention more than those around
and said to be more sequel than the blur
for hesitation has it - a surround.
To chase would least encourage her denial.
a hand to woo significance I feel,
would hasten it not long before the while
has passed, for my discretion is for real. 
Invite has been provided by default,
when miniscule acceptance by annoint
could no return be shared than both resort,
be happiest to chase than disappoint?
For motion has been moved for the lament
has stabilised it calm for more content.  

Breaking Ice -Sonnet XXXIII

At ease we two approach the time of day,
like any known acceptance could define,
be worth the hold of eye, than to delay:
attraction is but nonchalant design.
To murmour an appeal has always gained.
as merely with procedure, had it moved-
towards the idle chatter, self restrained,
far casual than perfecting mimes improved,
with stark surprise a rose is well explained.
With silence, should a subtle drink of wine,
be chosen to instill fermenting gained,
such treasures are disclosed as this divine
At least a pact be made, and what a find?
To take that giant leap with you for kind.

Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2009

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Paitent, Wait the Harvest

As your wish of Persephone’s homecoming

We prepare minimal harvests from upheaval
Lost cause is the aid from ill-advised panic, 

This casts doubt on her uncertain retrieval. 

Demeter! Eyes of own appreciate our harvest,

These distant fields furrow with guided fracture 

Stippled under greenery from a veil’s blockade

Virtues the gauge in which patience decides,

Miniscule the remnants with featureless serenity. 

(Demeter)

When serenity further ventures availing hope?

Reminiscing confines a good past as undone!   

Full quota the hearsay rumours have it false, 

Alas, it is not! Had I reined her close, it might. 

What patience has to honour, bereavement has none 

Add Persephone’s quandary to the spectroscope,

Your purpose replies with a synopsis of course

Where underworlds design a stark reality to some. 

(Views the harvest)

A penchant of well being in spite of mixed moods  

Decides the mood, which in turn designs the season

Therefore, devise draining soils to your advantage-

Bale the thrusts of bittersweet as my tears became

Blocked in by sentinels’ the adornment of brilliance

Contrast with vivid twilight a beguiled revelation, 

As wheat-sheafs’ bide an arc from golden chariots 

Through displays, the haze of genial zephyrs brisk-

Mysteries surmise a whereabouts to quantum leaps

Exhibit confinement of spring to an autumn equinox,

And as therapeutics go, bereavement takes the risk.

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AD

(Mortals) Who are building nations.
 
Treasure the divinity of Demeter to all nations-

Answering to each nobility, her problem solving 

Storing strength, our harvest elations;

Peace in our time, whilst mood swings evolving

Bond the religious bridge for neighbourly suffice

So we ourselves can understand those lands,

Whose barren terra firma distinguish the entice

Those future developments where trust expands,

More as an understanding, than self-sacrifice.

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