Ode to Eric
Under Herodotus it strays this way, my eyes the trigger of my own misfortune.
Thine ears fill with the flighty utterance of thee tongue to quiver like the seaward wind.
Reflect not the pang that shadows my virtuous temple, if the written word of my gaze sits upon your lips
Tis not a mirror of an idleness transcendation, but of fervor that shines through guise.
Ay me, the yearn of such fruitful oats, planting temptest hope,
The unity that holds ye prisoner is the the same that binds my reveries
Cast down your hand and greet me yet, to lock thy hands in fertile soil
I beseech thee to fecund thy flower with plentiful sun,
Tangle these roots in love!
Upon that lot, let libations grow on which a temple will spring above,
Thrash your chain and tribute thy, which the sweetest nectar alms provide.
im a shakespearan at heart. i had to. its not finished...its pretty raunchy though. haha. What should i call it? Ode to My Greek Professor, haha. oooo man.
Thine ears fill with the flighty utterance of thee tongue to quiver like the seaward wind.
Reflect not the pang that shadows my virtuous temple, if the written word of my gaze sits upon your lips
Tis not a mirror of an idleness transcendation, but of fervor that shines through guise.
Ay me, the yearn of such fruitful oats, planting temptest hope,
The unity that holds ye prisoner is the the same that binds my reveries
Cast down your hand and greet me yet, to lock thy hands in fertile soil
I beseech thee to fecund thy flower with plentiful sun,
Tangle these roots in love!
Upon that lot, let libations grow on which a temple will spring above,
Thrash your chain and tribute thy, which the sweetest nectar alms provide.
im a shakespearan at heart. i had to. its not finished...its pretty raunchy though. haha. What should i call it? Ode to My Greek Professor, haha. oooo man.