You Must Welcome

You must welcome loudly the leaf of slanting nature,
Heavy is the tongue of laughter, heavier than before.

My tongue lashed at such choices that dogs barked at the wall,
This welling inside of unwanted crimes and infection recklessly blessed me.

My divinity suffered from too many diagonal lines in the post,
This side of the square was of the rectangle and the real shapes.

My offence sadly defends the public from too many hazards of mice,
The mouse betrays me after my sides deviate and offend.

This time the logical sufferers abstain from pain, too much pain has occurred,
Then workers assault the sailors of the sea, the ocean of the affair.

My time is mean to be in efforts of your luck and fortune of gold,
Let the bygone era reflect a dire solution for the polygons and dice of silver.

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Migration

Definite came straws lightening a hut of promises,
Destruction of wilderness came only to second attention.
Fortnightly the pressure unbearable, a strange affair,
One that flooded gravely so stupidly inside me.
If only praise wandered across boundaries when delivered
Ghosts of lost soldiers feeling prisoner ship in their joining times.
General after general had forsaken a key element of strategy,
Most of the lives were picked by handsome folk, in the sewage system;
This is Wednesday and Thursday in the week of the last year,
A lovely two days of illnesses, forgotten much over thinning the waist
As the two days after come - Friday and Saturday - unfortunate of them.
We disembark on a flight to the Netherlands, and meet stages often.
Eventually, the flight has achieved our dreams of development.

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Interesting Magic

The interest was outwitting them by a long while,
Drinking in a span of spells that corroded the shield,
These spells hate you as far as the eyes can follow.
Damned old spells! Snuff can be better than this,
This day of offering inside me, is as the eyes of the sun.

I was too busy thinking of my reputation as a wizard
Or was I a druid of the whole endeavors
And misdemeanors, an edict passes more
Than a good time, an edict passes me more.

I made the people laugh at my wizardry,
Beautiful lights are sights!
Some of the success ends with failure,
As more lights are upon the wishful mind
So that the man talking to your mind
Meets the brainy matter.

The interest turns into disgust of a deranged man,
Manly men wonder and ponder

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One Bastion

One bastion so burdening and cruel is like a nocturnal visit,
Its light inside enlightens us more than anything else;
Fulfilment has come about, for the internal light has spoken,
Traversing the air with sound as well - an explosion is heard!
One hears of such events, a bastion is burnt forming new life,
Then a new life has replaced the old life, and the old ones
Count as blessings, too much vitality is with them.
Vital signs showed us the way to safety, this is a volcano
Beginning to erupt, as the lava has flowed within us.
One only is allowed, the others are just not existent,
Force is the direction we become, forceful means is needed.
To conquer this good noise one forsakes the bastion,
And then the bastion surrenders to the crime,
For we shall fight on with our bastion, once enlightened.

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Dark Journey

We are on a long journey always relentless,
Few moments in it are felt as discerning;
It is a boring escape into the abyss of black health,
Getting to know this illness captures the philosophers
And we must captivate the many people who think.

Little formality is about and around, more to thinking
Is the action of the incidents that may arrive at our feet.
It is out of this world, a world of fever is never allowed
Since the fantasy enlarges the whole sentence of death.
Death eaten is death begotten, much more from life.

We have nodded and concealed the real message
So well produced by the writers of essays and facts.
We have leaned forward and backward as the winds collide
To awaken our sensibility, our nonsense is surrounding us.
The monsters of the deep share our worries, but darkness spreads.

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Lads of Highest Nature

Lads of highest nature can evolve one at a time,
Each other they share on their only mightiness.
A single feat has attained a finality in the argument,
As a controversy is obsolete, all, all obsolete.
My tailor is a dress-maker of higher repute than the next one,
A workman is glad, proud and necessary because of his trade.
My money has not arrived from my craft, just as craft,
I do also look at the individual who connects as much as possible.

The money is entrancing and I am enthralled,
Plato has never been so impressed by my imagination-
It carried me through the generations and my old age.
The old poem has written itself, and I am again in love with my word.
Plato and Aristotle are blinking and I am in the way of their thoughts.
Practical thinking is the most careful over the poem, of thought.

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National Stability

Stable is under authority a wise country,
For a better work collapsed into mere beauty.
Hatred was better to pick on Earth,
As for love I preside over it, like it.
Country after nation after world parliament
Can upset royal marriages from preserving
Dignity.
Selfless work was stopped by strangers of going
And gone was the reward offered by selfishness.
An enemy is opposition fought by the public,
By the population.
Enemies must define a boundary and persevere
On the grounds of an own reasoning - a fault is to batter.
Borders are fixed.
Wonders are dismissed.
We are in an underachieving hold, when they are not.
Stable community of the continent
Must make amends or face the aftermath of a great deal.
Wars are fought by the masses, and we are those hungered.
Wars can be victorious when stable-and-wise.

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A Monster

This monster barbarized with battle cry
The whole of my cubed head, kicking with its teeth.
The culmination was custom of its foraging,
Just to alienate the other liars, the monsters.
Some lethargic ones are imminent in this beaten path,
Eyeball to eyeball we receive notification of the staff.
This ruinous staff occupies my heart so bold,
Glimmering its rubies, twinkling and posing.
The magic of a wizard is audacious and strict like stone,
It broadens my head of the very god of ugliness, a single monster
In front of my head, the bold liar notifies me of its presence.
Instead the stupid creature fetches some terror from the only ruby-
It is the staff of wizardry, “Stick of Strength”, loosening its powers.
Why do monsters succumb to magic or wizardry?
It is because lethargy is their only weakness.

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Fuel for Life

Man has actions on certain actions-
These are reactions of a kind called graveness.
Castles of deeds shall embed themselves in youth
And react with old age, to crop up bastions of greatness.

Teachers of a subject we fail to grasp
Have actions and words for our learning-
It is the fortification of youth and moderate
Measures are concocted for display.

Students of milk and honey are mostly animals
That graze quickly and slowly,
That fear those elements frying,
Dismaying those further elements.

We do eat of overwhelming chances,
The meat of a grazing animal is like ivory
Of an elephant’s tusk for the poacher,
But for us it carries banquets upon banquets.

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Amnesiac

To amend the rules is sufficient,
But why with amnesia?
Your work is so precious to everyone,
The amity is felt so strongly,
Yet you do not remember us.
Amnesia is all it is, yet you seem to never recall
Or stipulate a fact for the work is so tremendous.
There is an anticipation perhaps of the coming story,
You need an antidote as this is painful.
It’s simply a brass object in the way,
A rash decision is to make,
I am not brash, and I never rattle.
Yet the rasp is heard so well
Of a particular problem.
The mind is suffering, amnesia is the accident,
And what of the partnership?
I find the world now obnoxious,
As this is my observance, when the whole assembly
Is so obsequious and you do not remember us.
I negotiate with the doctors,

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