Long Swith Poems

Athwart Without Surcease — Edzel

Erelong the sphere was contrived,
intrinsically safe with His arms.
Born— soon derived,
and molded from His heart so warm.

Fain to live,
hight to be a no man in an island.
Sith ere He do forgive,
our...

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Honoured is our kin 
fed with a sliver spoon
bred and reared in Elysium.
Swith is he, an ironic typhoean _
(he 'l be)- Our immerse hero..
So will he slump a thousand times
but not like a coward.
 ...

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The stress and strain of the pulling motion
Pries the appealing eyes of twisted souls
Lost in a night;s occurance
Love once felt the hands of this distrought man
But broken dreams matched with anguish tell stories 
Of a...

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This is my chosen will
I'm trapped ,my mind hurls
I'm in an intellectual prison
My thoughts won't escape
My words are fake
But my heads real

Doesn't make sense
Or does it?
My thirst is never quenched
My movement has a rhythm 
A...

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