Thus wilting becomes of me, the star so constant, yet so lonely,
Was tiss the hight yet to be reached, what is our limit?
Thy'est thunder reaps my soul for what it sews...
What tiss thee end?
Ney encomber thee, powerfully tempted, upon thee,
What tiss the end?
A'Loft, a-sunder, encombered, enwrapped in a colapse
Of thoughts falling like snowflakes in the sun.
Categories:
encomber, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Thyn will do Encomber thee through tiss small'est Glory's of Glory's,
Glory in itself through thyn will protruded from thyn Heart, never the precepass
being the lesser from when I was born from tiss Glory . . . Thyn encomber the
leaves whom thy has'th with tiss Glory as they fall around me, as I loose
myself in a world I can only sence by my surroundings make of existance, but
no matter where I go it follows me . . . as I dream, I don't remember leaving
but I feel like I do, yet I wake up where I was . . . where does everything go?
What does everything do? Where will everything go? What does it all mean?
Through tiss Glory of Encomberance I hinder at thee knowing the chip is
in, my instinct focused, I know tiss why I hinder & thy see's thee open with
Love, & from power thy hidden idea that dwell, come'eth out & see's thee
Heart protruding with glory, yet it is as always why hinder, because'eth is all
a hinder(ing) through the Universe . . . everything takes time, or time is a force
unstoppable, & thee'eth is not the End, thy'eth hinder, or don't we die every moment,
as our Heart Flutters.
Categories:
encomber, writing,
Form: Blank verse
Thy is to encomber
Thee in Thee
Thy is to encomber
Thee . . .
To Thee Thy is sublime in awe
Awe in Thee, Now is Thy Thee?
Categories:
encomber, writing,
Form: Blank verse
~Thy Soul Less Hidden From Thee~
Tarra'gnatta, Dressed All Over My Soul,
Thy'n Encomber Thee Thought, Of Giving
To The Past, . . . Thy'ist Sunday Thee'est
Encomber Through Thyn Soul Imnipotent.
Through Thyn, Thee Secreed What To Thy I
Succom Fore Thy'est Which Is Thee What
Thy'est Encomber? Tough Thyn, Thee Encomber
Thee Free From This Secreed, & Though'est
Succom To What Thy Will Succom To. Fore
Thy Will Is Strong, & Succom To Thy Will Which
Will, Be Unto Thy self With Thy self Which
Infliction Guide To My Soul, To Be Undone
By Thy Will, Which Thee Secreed, . . . Thy
Secreeded, What Thy Will Be Done,
Is What I Do Encomber, What is
Already Done. Though, Which is Done, To
Encomber?
Categories:
encomber, fantasy,
Form: Blank verse
~Foreshadow From Thee Sublime Sunlight In The Subliminal Black Of The Lighter Mind~
Fore What Work Be Done, Fore
Which Is Done Yet, Be Done
Unto Humanity, Which Is Thy Soul,
That Which Encomber, To Thy Test
Of The Mind, They'n Will Be
Done, To Show What is To Do,
Yet Thus Which is not Yet Seen
Done . . . What Does Doth On Thee,
To Test, Which is to Do . . . Yet
Is Have Not Done Yet, This
Be Done, This, Yet is Me Thyn, Fore
What I Will Do, is
Not Done Yet.
Categories:
encomber, fantasy,
Form: Blank verse