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Matthew Rozon Poem
I shed no fear, laid lo' thym,
Fore I foreshed already all lust,
The appearences of thyn eyes, close,
To which fast embuing of my Soul
That I give to our Father Christ &
God...
Forever More...
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2018
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~The Longing of my Heart~
Do Doth protrude from me, thyn heart
is it twas love shown without,
without thy heart to see,
or dideth thee protrude through me?
It was twas Love, or thus bleeding,
Bleeding for it to be shown to you,
to see my love protrude.
What thy see now is the haste
of letting go of thy,
fore, I love evermore
as I have twence was,
Before.
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2016
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Matthew Rozon Poem
~Thy Tulip . . . ~
Thee Tune Of The Tulips',
Is Awaiting The Call Of
Summer, Do I Sing Froth
The Snow
That Has Gone, Yet
Fallen & Melted For This Winter?
Ny, I Live As Thus Was
Winter . . .
& When Thyn, It's Cousin The Daphedyle,
Which Twas Thy Tulip
In My Mind, Sing Froth?
From Thee Mind, Gleefully,
Sublime, Thyn Winter?
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2016
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Matthew Rozon Poem
~Dot Dot, Dot, Comma.~
The dot, dot, dot, a playfull rhythmic flow of audasity, overthrowing thee emotions into a Fantasy of endless Foreshadowing. A Pen licks the page, for itself has no comma, to stay your hand with, so dot dot dot, is like a comma to me. But when tiss over sometimes after a dot dot dot, leaving entranced the reader, The Pen sees no more words to be fitting. & What do I dispise most about the pen's loss of appitite, nothing, because I know that, that only shows more to discover in poetic form, un-like the comma.
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2016
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Matthew Rozon Poem
~Dancing~
Thyn is ever a lost encomberance of thee . . .
Lost in the longlingness . . .
Dare twas I in the Moonlight . . .
Lost in the means to the end . . .
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2016
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Matthew Rozon Poem
To thee i am alive
Alive in a myre of bliss
Like a tender first kiss
Living away from it all
As it all passed by
From a bliss less lived
I find myself dead
In this line of poetry
I am confididing in
In a metaphore i feel
Feel is the best
Yet from my experience
I am not fully living
Living enough to call it enough
Twas why i might ask why
But why is not enough
The truth sticks out
Yet i live on.. As what?
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2016
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Matthew Rozon Poem
~Poetic Justice~
From Swofft, lyeth there,
in a land I dare Doth,
Soft or Swift, Day to Day, I Bare,
Deepening, Baring, Once Ended, Betroth'd... ...
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2016
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Matthew Rozon Poem
~My Soul Forever . . . passes, in the wind . . . knot, turn, . . in the wind~
my wind is smited.
My froth forever errgo of my wind, that passes.
that passes in the night to twas what was that winter in my soul,
and fore thee is forgiven?
I do not know.
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2016
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Matthew Rozon Poem
Stay my bride from your temptation
The words ring through my ears
I love you i love you until death due us part
To thy a triumph of thy heart
A long road ahead and fore all
Care little or care not
What sound now of what word to comfort all
Love is your destiny until love dies
Which can never happen because
We have the lord watching over us
With the light the very light of love
By his side with all his might
For all of time
As long as we're alive
And even when we die
There will be love with the lord
Always
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2016
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Matthew Rozon Poem
~On Halloween~
A Pumpkin Head, Tipsy it is,
Halloween To Be Un seen Pumpkins
Dressed in costume, Tune of Pumpkins
A Rhyming scheme from a dancing
Pumpkin King
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2016
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