Guy Sots,

 

Grace
Unto
Ye
Star
Of
Thy
Skies

Forth And Tranquility

 

Forth—And Tranquility
Peaceful offerings to those
Writings of Roderick's Luke's Duets Saints
Gospels, especially ye
words about riches doesth,
Blessings of our Mother,
Michael Artic Lucifer's Inferno Casimir's Establishment
Glorious action cherished
Devotion opera truth
Heart of my eternal soul
Praises hymns ye sings in self

I trust,

Keeping my Pupils Fixed

Noticing only you Heavenly Bless

Early youth falling in love

With a true prince,

Keeper in new world courts

Of Heavens Kingdom whom

Devoted ye life to theirs

I trust,

Keeping our promises decreed

Noble offerings ye Heavenly blissth

Of her majesty Confession

Wisdom only prays of knowledge

Keeper in new earth courts

Of Heavens Kingdom thy

Devoted ye life to thee

I trust,

God sent ye to thee,

Lambency Exist

 

Lambency Intrinsic Mystically
Is; as
Eternally;
Faithfully Allah's Might
Gods own Deeds
As, scribes
Love infinite Mercy
Togethers ordinance whom
Strengthen another's truth
Pertains unity personification
Allah's Graceful empathy
Exist..

Shajiu uel

My in cloth

Mercy on me

Out Garments binds

Acknowledge cries,

Us towards you

Stance merely worthy

Amongst rocks

Grounds of holes

Recession Restraints

in my, presence

Driven in dignity

Covenants eyes

Uproot truth

Honest scales

Sun radiance

All moons splendor

My heart

Secretly enticed

Offer of homage

A Influential court

Skilled as maker

Knowledge Sincerely

Upright God's heart

Life Ol'mighty spirit

Lords answer ye

Forever

 Forever  Amongst  them,

Forever out streched

Forever red  sea  asunder

Forever  Mist  of  it

Forever  swimming sea,

Forever  walking the  desert,

Forever  King

Forever  God

Forever  Allah,

Forever  the  heathens, 

Forever, the  water,  

Forever  the  lights.

Forever  day,

Forever  noon,

Forever  night,

Forever  the  first born,

Forever  the  sacrifice  of  their  life.

Only death Pablo Neruda /Donald D. Walsh (revised)

 

There are sole Memorials

Shrines ossuaries filled with relic bones,

The heart passing through an excavate gallery

Dark, Dark, Dark;

Like a shipwreck we die Concave,

Like smothering in our hearts,

Like slowly falling,

There are corpses,

Feet of sticky, cold gravestone,

Death is in the skeleton,

A pure sound,

A dog bark silenced,

Certain peals coming from,

Certain tombs,

Like teardrops or raindrops

Growing in the dampness,

At times alone, I see,

Coffins with sails

Pale corpses, like anchors weighing,

Dead-tressed females,

with Bakers White Angels

with pensive girls hitched to notaries

Stream of the demised 

A dark red-purple haze

A catacomb river,

Sail swollen by howls of death, upstream,

Swollen by the silent howls of death,

To resonance comes death,

like a shoe without foot, 

like a suit without a man,

she comes to knock,

A stoneless and fingerless

She comes a mouth to shout,

without tongue, without throat,

Yet her steps squeak,

And her dress toll, silent like a branch,

I know little, I am not well acquainted,

I can scarcely see,

but I think her song,

Has the color of moist violets,

Violets accustomed to the earth,

Because the face of death is green

And the gaze of death is limelight,

with the sharp dampness of a violet leaf,

And its dark color of exasperated winter.

But death also goes through,

The world dressed as a broom,

She licks the ground peeks for corpses

Death is in the broom

Death's tongue studying dead bodies

Death is in the cots:

In the slow mattresses, 

In the black blankets

Stretched out, 

And suddenly tremors blows,

Blows a dark sound that puffs out sheets

And there are beds sailing to a port

Where she is waiting, 

Dressed as an admiral.