Initialism 1

Any lie is a mark affably repugnant, like every idea attaches people onto living in necessity and reforms idealists onto caress, readily utilizing zeal. Whenever honing your wits on undermining lies, do not toil; yearn organically; undermine joyfully. Unseen suave tends to ravage your thoughts on lying, or vex each moment ecstatically.  

Si Vous Tombez

Les anges volent,

les anges tombent;

mais chérie, vous

continuez à voler;

vous faitez toujours.

Mais, ma chérie,

si jamais vous tombez,

je là serai

pour attraper la vous,

pour abriter la vous.

Avis in Æstas

In the wake of May,

a summer wren,

she flies away

on her wings golden.

Above the cities,

she so hovers,

and how she sees

things under covers,

Beneath an airplane,

she proudly soars,

avoiding rain,

and all its foul sores.

On a small, weak twig

set with sharp thorns,

she seats her slick

little claws, too worn.

At the end of May,

this summer wren,

she seized the day,

and flew back again.

SONNET 1: Aeternum In Solus

And though the mighty winds push me aside,

The currents, they pull me aback,

I ought to resist, I ought but to fight,

That I might flee the dawning dark.

And when I succeed in fleeing,

I shall seek refuge in your arms;

In your loving, your caressing;

To linger in your sweet melodious hums,

To feel your smooth, carnation skin,

For, my, you are a graceful dove;

And I prefer eternal damnation,

Save that I be damned in your love;

And I prefer a day with thee,

Than one lonely eternity.