Royal King of Loyal Kin: Book of Poetry Read online

what thou so wishes for. Do not defy what thou soul begs for, do not comply what thou false glow dreads for. Thy love, hang thee by the neck till I am no more of life, but do not live a lie not benign, all because thou valiance shrivels inside. I can gaze at thou eyes and find the reason I breathe, a place where I never fall to thy knees in utter defeat, I walk through groves of mesmerize, enchanting violins that play a wondrous reprise, with thou I pray thou lover’s demise.

  IX.Thy Child, Thy Reflection of Thee

  Thy dearest child, hair bright and silky soft of thou purity, soft flesh and teeny curious hands, so ever playful and mischievous of naïve. Everyday tis a blessed gift to see thou grow wiser, stronger. Thy blood dwells inside thee and thou appearance is a resemblance of thee, mirror of the past when I used to be like thou, innocent, colorful. For thou I slay, for thou I rob all in the name of thou mold of becoming thy undoubted successor. The legacy of us shall live on throughout, thou shalt bear children of thou own when mature, when I shall still love thou forever. Dear reflection of thee, I hold thou hand in life and lead across lands of darkness, to search the light that shalt bask upon thou the joy of triumph.

  X.The Regal Queen’s Coronation

  Behold thou queen, bequeathed to the empires of the world with outmost pride. Cherish her beauty for her ruling brings love, such sentiment to befall knees in loyalty of her very essence. I am forever at her feet, a mere fool enthralled by her presence, I shalt raise swords and shields and battle thine enemy because it is thy undying love that I entrust to her. The kingdoms of heaven and earth are for her satisfaction as are the diamonds and pearls, shimmering in front of her iridescent eyes, glowing skin of sanctity. Cherish her as I cherish her undeniably, love her, this angel commanding upon us, commanding us to joy. All hail the queen!

  XI.Relic Within Thee

  Serene water of flowing rivers, frigid mountains of trickling shivers

  Wandering norm above fluff clouds, vibrant flames where warmth not shroud

  All witness behold thy beloved, the epitome of cherubs ascended I highly covet

  Be it that from dusk till dawn she is praised, her smile, her face to be amazed

  For what is the earth without its ground? What is the wolf’s howl without its sound?

  Such things need desperately one another, my beloved is as rare as a four leaf clover.

  XII.Soulless Solace

  The world rotates without end, the night, the day, all remain. Time is ever so cruel that it cast across this realm its unjust wither, it slivers our youth and entraps our very mortality without a care of benevolence nor immorality. Yet is our normality to struggle through impetuous calamity, that is the law of life and one to it cannot manifest cold spite. Without a stand to fight to retain the light, the dark threatens to consume thou, but one hath courage to wield if fear is sheathed and we do not give in to yield. One needs love inside to slay the wicked hence the amour of a woman is man’s best ticket.

  XIII.Remorse be Damned to Hades

  Vigorous hath heart be born of sympathetic actions, rigorous hath soul be adorned of empathetic passions, ascend thine deities from glorious sanctions so thy flesh be bathed in eternal vast attractions. Stricken be thou for sinful want of thy, eternal dreams where thou is sweet like wine, giveth to thee are eyes in trance as thou is a goddess in wondrous dance, prance in thy heart, I heed to embody thou breath, need of it in dire death. Thou absent soul be thy remorse damned to Hades since grasp I cannot if not with thee, precious lady.

  XIV.Conundrum To A Heart; Liveth

  Why must this shiver of thou not being here be thy agony? Like lashes of punish to thy bare back scarred, marred with red blood, alas tis that color of thy heart of vivid love. I not know joy if not the touch of thou silky hands, the bare bosoms caressing thy chest, engulfing fire, a desire far more than conquered lands. Cannot the rain of grayish clouds above thee wash away to wane this lust that drives thy psyche insane, eyes cannot shutter if thou not in thy sea of dreams. Landscapes of Monet are not sufficient to appraise thou, nor shalt crowns or jewels of blinding shimmer, because petty materials make thy life exiled like sinners. Wisdom, courage, power, all are worthless if I cannot have thou, majestic princess, illustrious woman whose life I give to cherish, here is thy everything, for thou, dame from loving lavish.

  XV.Mother, Thy Primordial Rose

  An existence of men is without purpose without our fruitful queens, all are beautiful and full of gleam. All are reasons to breathe the norm that falleth upon us amidst the skies, we were once witnesses of infant cries. Thou held thee when I was lost, thou taught thee the rights from wrongs. Mother to thou I say through thy words, travelers of amorous appreciation, that I love thou far more than richly nations. Not a tear strike a soil, thou cupped hands caught them, not a tremble enveloped thy shoulders, thou open arms brushed them. Time I loathe for it hath withered thou youth with elder gazes, but it is still thou eyes of admiration that I now amble in cautious paces. And there be thy day where I too shall pass, moribund body to rest of age, but yet thou face be embedded in thy book of life, first in thy world till final gasps, mother I love thou and that shall remain, in Earth and in Heaven.

  XVI.Jewels

  Unearthed gems from deep mountains or cavern darkness, a rock of wealth that adorns the rich, the exquisite possession the undying plight to prove one’s love to a soul. In the sunlight they shine bright, like angel smiles, like kingly realms, never it is fulfilled for they comprise the wielding power to the deliverers and carriers. A neck be not nude if one is not a peasant, and whether thou soul mate is measly, such shimmering luxuries are the world’s best present. They can bring unity, a bonding impermeable, as well as vanity, a burning detestable. But like all things of the flesh, none shall ever transgress to Heaven, they shall wither as age will sever.

  XVII.Cupid Thou Wily Child

  Cupid thou wily child

  Stupid thy love is wild

  Pupil to thou tis guile

  Putrid is not nor vile

  Cupid thy wily child

  Thy love rains like the Nile

  A princess protrudes a smile

  I am in love like a hopeless child

  XVIII.Dreamy Motif Crucifixion

  Thy feet amble throughout an ardent flame, tis Hell and it burns me so. It hath been in vain to not endure such pains but thy will to find thy queen of hearts propel thy vigor and valiance. Thou is the healing of scorching skin, it is not more of an agony comparable to thou be gone. Dreamy motif crucifixion, it is a buried ache I drag continuously inside thy thoughts, in search of thou my valiance pushes forth. I shall not fear as thou are thy dear, rose I hold near thee, to sworn to protect till God rids of thee. Dreamy motif crucifixion, if not successful I shall be hammered limb from limb with wretched nails, postured above a shameful land due to thy incompetence, incompetence deriving of thy failure to thou. Carnal lusts of thou, sanctity of thou blood I worship without weary sacrifice, thy love and everything potent of similar emotion be surrendered at thou feet like a submissive defeat, love hath blinded thee but thy red heart feels with thou complete. Past thy flesh, thy bones, thy soul, this testament of thine shall be proof of thy heart that without thou it dies.

  XIX.Through Reflections Of The Mirror

  Through thy mirror I see thee, smiles beckoned from joy

  Smiles like those of a pure child playing with his toys

  Through thy mirror I see thee, frowns beckoned from fury

  Frowns like those of a vile demon tainting from its duties

  Through thy mirror I see thee, tears beckoned from pain

  Tears like those of a sad soul ashamed of all its frays

  Through thy mirror I see thee, I see thou in regal jewels

  What hath life be of love without thou it is so cruel

  Through thy mirror I see thee, thou is there as well

  Ruling with our love the grandest of the realms

  XX.Ambrosia’s Nectar

  Livid is the
emotion I feel like somber strums of that of a wallowing sparrow, bright not thy light of enriched paths but overly disastrous cuffs imprisoning thee from ever smiling be thy contemptuous specter, I amble like a moribund crass of petty worth subdued by a darkness I cannot free thyself of. Dire is the need of thou beauty, the plump Ambrosia, within holy fruit a nectar that thy dry yearning lips beg for shamelessly of dying thirst. Life is not without reason if ever thou not stand on blessed soil, as thou manifest embellish such marvelous hierarchy. I would ache in thy heart, such be ripped from thy ribs if thou love is not for thee, and I only beg to God that this heart I contain be coveted with thou breath, thou blood, thou sweat.

  XXI.Incumbent Desires

  Marry the life with flowers if it delivers thine vivid melodies but betray it if what thou seek of love shatters as it shall not forbid thou of wonders, to bear what thou heart possesses and refute what reprimands it as wrongful is the ultimate satisfaction in unearthing bliss. And know that through the slumber of the stars though the passage of time devours our might, it shall never be of plight to embark through seas, through skies, simply to attain what thou heart yields to oblige. Slay the fright of doubt, burn the hesitance of courage, elevate thou wings to reach the sanctity that is love, the fruit of life, the eternal nourish of warming days and windy nights.

  XXII.The Rose That Bloomed From The